My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 85 - 74: I’ll Bet with You (Please Favorite! Please Vote!)
Chapter 85: Chapter 74: I’ll Bet with You (Please Favorite! Please Vote!)
Qingjingzi brazenly sized up Su Xiaoxiao standing behind Zhao Rong, licking his dry lips.
This “Pink-robed Gentleman,” who had previously clung to Zhao Ziyu’s robe, caught his eye at once. She was a little Fox Demon, who had seemingly just achieved Core Formation, equivalent to a youthful girl of the Human Clan.
Moreover, judging by her way of moving and her spirit, she seemed to still be a chaste virgin.
Qingjingzi, who was proficient in Daoist bedroom arts, kept many human women as cauldrons on ordinary days, but now he had encountered a female from the Fox Clan, which made him quite envious.
The mountains of Wangque Continent were scarcely populated by demon cultivators, and Fox Demons were exceedingly rare, living mostly in clan-based communal life, closely monitored by the Punishment Mansion, and seldom did any manage to escape.
He had heard about several Fox Demon clans in Wangque Continent, but he didn’t know where this little Fox Demon came from. “Humph, who cares,” he thought, “Once I capture her, I’ll take my time to inquire.”
Thinking this, Qingjingzi’s gaze grew even more unrestrained as he looked at Su Xiaoxiao as if she were a curious piece of merchandise.
He was very tempted by this little Fox Demon.
Not just to avenge the humiliation that the Confucian Scholar, Zhao Ziyu, had just inflicted on him—after all, there was hardly anything more insulting to a man than being unable to protect his own woman, showcasing his incompetence—but also because he had once seen some secrets about cauldrons in an ancient tome on Daoist bedroom arts.
Although female members of the Fox Clan were naturally adept at gathering yang to supplement yin, they themselves were excellent cauldrons in which one could brew, the process being indescribably exquisite.
And this little Fox Demon before him had exceptional beauty and figure, and her vitality was immense.
Apart from those naturally seductive, narrow fox eyes of hers, she was elegant without being coquettish, pure yet not cold, quite different from the typical seductive nature inherent in the Fox Clan. According to the ancient book, she was undoubtedly a top-grade cauldron, though it was hard to tell just by looking how high her grade might be.
At this moment, shortly after Qingjingzi had spoken, the area fell into an eerie silence.
Su Xiaoxiao, standing behind Zhao Rong, turned deathly pale after hearing those words. Feeling the unabashed gaze of the Daoist, whom she found grotesque and lecherous, the little Fox Demon, who normally felt repelled by the long stares of strange men, now felt nauseous.
Instinctively, she sought refuge behind the only person who provided her a sense of safety, hoping to tug at the corner of his robe as she had done countless times before; however, just as she reached out her hand, she abruptly stopped.
Because she saw the man in front of her, whom she had always thought was one of the two people in the world who cared about her the most, had a face calm as Ping Lake, his gaze lowered, uncharacteristically silent.
Su Xiaoxiao craned her neck, her slim, autumn water-like fox eyes wide open, her long eyelashes trembling slightly as if bearing some heavy weight.
Her eyes slightly frowned under the pressure, her Jade Hand slowly retracting. The keen intuition of the Fox Clan told her that a door lay before her, one that, if pushed open, would lead to endless nightmares.
Biting her lip, she suddenly gave a faint smile, recalling some words of her great-grandmother, and felt somewhat resigned.
Quietly, she waited, waited for him to speak, waiting for some kind of judgment.
Lin Wenruo, who had been watching from the sidelines, hesitated, glanced at Zhao Rong, but ultimately remained silent.
Seeing the little Fox Demon hide behind the man, Qingjingzi withdrew his gaze with some regret, but soon looked at the man, his lips curling into a smirk.
Although only a short time had passed since he spoke—less than five breaths—
the fact that he did not immediately reject meant there was room for negotiation.
Not denying it right away was a loss of resolve.
Qingjingzi had his strategies and stakes figured out in his heart. This cauldron, of at least high grade, he would ensure was staked in the bet. He could concede a little elsewhere, such as the Falling Flower Grade poetry. “Haha, it doesn’t matter anyway. You are bound to lose,” thought Qingjingzi. “Lin Wenruo, you wouldn’t really think we hadn’t seen through your tricks, would you?”
Momentarily, seeing the little Fox Demon retreat from behind Zhao Ziyu for reasons unknown, the Daoist’s eyes fell upon her again, even more intensely.
Wondering if this Fox woman might be one of the ten renowned cauldrons mentioned in the ancient book, a few of which were unique to the Fox Clan. If this was truly one of the legendary cauldrons, then he would have truly struck it rich! According to the book, each famous cauldron had unique effects, all of them extremely mystical…
In just a brief moment, Qingjingzi had traveled a thousand miles in his thoughts, yet before he could plan further, Zhao Ziyu opposite him was already making a move.
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Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the young Confucian Scholar, who had staged a hefty bet against the State Preceptor, nodded expressionlessly, then without waiting for others to react, he walked forward, reached the table, took up the Poetry Paper, and departed without anyone realizing what he meant.
The crowd was slightly stunned before they understood his intention.
Qingjingzi’s face darkened. By all accounts, wasn’t it supposed to be a negotiation with him?
Qingjingzi became anxious, but managed to keep a calm facade as he spoke lightly, “Yellow-haired brat, got scared already?”
“Weren’t you quite the talker just now?”
Zhao Rong turned his back to him, waving his hand dismissively.
“Youngster, I’ll give you one last chance. I can let you off a bit—you don’t have to recite the Falling Flower Grade poem to spare others from saying I bullied you.”
Zhao Rong kept walking without stopping.
“Haha, a loser remains a loser, scared already.”
Zhao Rong couldn’t even be bothered to respond, continuing towards the gathering.
“Hey hey! Stop! Stop! You don’t have to take off your clothes! This is the last time I’m letting you off, but the third wager is the bottom line… If, if you’re still greedy, then forget it! Humph!”
Zhao Rong suddenly stopped.
Qingjingzi felt a surge of joy inside, but before he could even catch his breath, his expression darkened.
Zhao Rong turned his head, “Silly girl, why are you still standing there? Waiting to have lunch?”
After speaking, he curled his lip and turned back, continuing his steps but murmuring quietly, “How has such a silly fox demon not been tricked away by someone? This world truly disappoints this young master.”
Actually, the reason he had been silent for a moment was that he was talking to Gui.
At that time, it spoke excitedly, “Not bad, Zhao Rong, you really got that snooty Daoist hooked.”
“Forget it,” he said.
“…” Gui pressed anxiously, “Don’t you guys have a great chance of winning? What’s to fear, go ahead and bet with him.”
“No need for the Furnace Core, let’s melt down that Thunder and Rainbow Purple Gold Furnace and use it as material for my Lifebound Flying Sword instead.”
Gui exclaimed loudly, “You aren’t even sure you can awaken the Lifebound Flying Sword… Even if you did, without that Sword Pill, do you think you can awaken a Class A Flying Sword with Great Divine Power?”
“Do you know how precious a Class A Flying Sword is?”
He said nothing.
“That mere fox demon in the Core Formation Stage?”
He remained silent.
“Ridiculous,” it said disdainfully.
“If, I’m just saying if, someone wanted to wager using you, I’d do the same,” he said.
After a brief pause, it spoke irritably, “Oh please, this ‘if’ better hurry up; I pray Zhao throws me in as a bet to someone else, so I won’t have to deal with you, a loser, anymore.”
But after saying this, it no longer spoke and stopped persuading him.
Currently, the fox demon, who had been standing still watching Zhao Rong, heard his call and foolishly responded, yet she didn’t move her feet. Instead, under the warm sunlight, she watched his fading figure with eyes curved into crescent moons.
She turned around, her steps light as she walked in the opposite direction.
The fox demon, her smile blossoming, looked at the Daoist whose face was alternating between pale and flushed. She tilted her head and spoke crisply, “I’ll bet with you, it’s agreed—just on myself… You can’t ask for his things.”
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PS: Cough cough, it’s a bit late… Forgive me, looking at Xiaoxiao’s face.
