My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 98 - 85 Zhao’s Green Robe (Please Bookmark! Please Vote for Recommendation Ticket!)
Chapter 98: Chapter 85 Zhao’s Green Robe (Please Bookmark! Please Vote for Recommendation Ticket!)
Zhao Rong set down his wine cup, looking earnestly at Lin Wenruo, who was deep in thought.
This was a question Zhao Rong had long wanted to inquire about.
Finally, Lin Wenruo’s eyes slightly narrowed as he began to speak slowly:
“I am not very familiar with the affairs of the Human Clan’s selection of Emperor Electors since we, the Bai family cultivators, are most concerned with the contention among the scholars at the Jixia Academy, which is related to the continuation of our teachings. That’s why, in the academy, I seldom hear about the selection of Emperor Electors for the Human Clan.”
“Moreover, the legendary nine Emperor Elector families have been ancient noble houses with ten-thousand-year inheritances, some even existing before Emperor Xuan led the Human Clan to prominence in the Xuanhuang Realm. Most of them are extremely low-profile, hah, if I hadn’t read the ‘Xuan Emperor’s Law,’ I wouldn’t even know there were nine electors, since among the rumors that circulate on the mountain, I’ve only heard a few names of those that exist.”
“Hmm, getting back to your question, Ziyu is indeed one of the few Electors I am aware of.”
“As for the current situation of the Fu Yao Elector Marquis Mansion, it can be summarized in four words.”
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Lin Wenruo looked at the Zhao family member in front of him and lightly uttered four words.
“Extremely dire.”
“How bad is it?”
“Extinction.”
“What?”
“The Kun Du Fu Yao Elector Marquis Mansion has been wiped out. To be accurate, all the legitimate heirs of the main branch of the Fu Yao Zhao family are dead. It’s no different from annihilation—a seven-thousand-year-old ancient noble house has fallen just like that.”
“Such a family could be gone just like that.” Lin Wenruo shook his head, took a sip of wine, somewhat lamenting, “Ah, the ancestor of the Fu Yao Zhao family was once an Ancient Sword Immortal who could slay the ancient saint Kunpeng with his sword, the glory of the Human Clan’s sword cultivators, and the pride of the Xuanhuang Human Clan.”
Zhao Rong’s brows lightly furrowed, about to speak when he was interrupted.
“Wait, hiss.”
Lin Wenruo suddenly thought of something and looked up, “Rumor has it that one descendant with direct bloodline escaped. Their whereabouts are unknown.”
“It’s just uncertain whether it’s true or false since no body has been found.”
Zhao Rong’s frown deepened; he thought for a moment then started from the beginning, “Which power destroyed the Fu Yao Elector Marquis Mansion?”
“Who else could it be but the ancient demons from inside the Gate of Demon Desolation they were guarding? It couldn’t possibly be an internal force from our Human Clan. What is an Elector? To act against them is to defy the Supreme Law, the ‘Xuan Emperor’s Law’… Eh, wait, that’s not right, Ziyu, since you asked that, I am starting to think it’s a possibility.”
“While internal forces of the Human Clan can’t overtly take action, they could secretly set traps, aid those ancient demons inside the gate, letting them be the dagger. After all, those creatures should be the ones who hate the Fu Yao Zhao family the most.”
The tall Confucian scholar thought it more and more plausible. Being highly intelligent and skilled at scheming himself, he was no stranger to using others to do his bidding, and he suddenly felt that the destruction of the Fu Yao Elector Marquis Mansion might not be as straightforward as it seemed on the surface.
However, after a short while, he shook his head, dismissing these thoughts.
“Regardless of whether it is or isn’t, it’s not something we can get involved in, don’t even think about it. This is the Fu Yao Elector Marquis Mansion we’re talking about, renowned for its many Sword Immortals. Any force with grievances against them and the capability to strike must be at least on par, among the very apex of the Human Clan, and the depths behind it are unknowable. Even an ordinary cultivator at the Seventh Realm would likely die without a trace if swept into this.”
Zhao Rong fell silent for a while before continuing, “When was the Fu Yao Marquis Mansion wiped out?”
“Seventeen years ago.”
The ordinary Confucian scholar pursed his lips.
“Exactly how were they wiped out?”
“I don’t know the details. I just know that it was the handiwork of ancient demons.”
“And Kun Du? What is the current situation? Have the ancient demons inside overtaken Kun Du?”
“No, that did not happen. They were suppressed and sent back. Don’t worry, the Gate of Demon Desolation should be alright. The Fu Yao Elector Marquis Mansion used to dominate it, and after that catastrophe seventeen years ago, it has been temporarily taken over by Taia Sword Pavilion and the Mo Family, who were on good terms with the Fu Yao Elector Marquis Mansion. Over the years, there have been no signs of unrest coming from inside the gate.”
Upon hearing this, Zhao Rong set down his wine cup, “That missing direct descendant, are they male or female?”
Lin Wenruo couldn’t help but glance at Zhao Rong, “Unknown, when the Fu Yao Marquis Mansion was destroyed, the person had just been born. The only thing known is that the old Fu Yao Marquis named this grandchild… Zhao Qingyi.”
Zhao Rong’s gaze dropped slightly, staring at the empty wine cup on the table, his voice heavy, “I’ve heard that each Elector has an Emperor Elector Sword. Does Zhao Qingyi have the Fu Yao Elector Sword?”
Lin Wenruo’s eyebrows rose, unsure why he would ask such a question. He scrutinized Zhao Rong’s expression carefully and glanced again at the empty wine cup before him.
“I don’t know, but the Fu Yao Elector Sword did vanish during that calamity, this much I am certain of, as it caused quite a stir. The nine Elector Swords are each at least of a Grade matching Holy Weapons and symbolize the authority of the Human Clan’s Electors, of great significance, indeed treasures of the Human Clan. Some say it was taken by Zhao Qingyi, others say it was stolen by ancient demons, and there are even claims that the sword is destroyed… Taia Sword Pavilion and the Mo Family have been diligently searching for it, with even one of the Mo Family giants venturing personally into the Gate of Demon Desolation, but still no trace of it was found.”
“Both the Elector Sword and Zhao Qingyi vanished together, their whereabouts or even their very existence remains a mystery to this day.”
The young Confucian scholar then asked another unexpected question, “What is the name of the Fu Yao Elector Sword?”
The tall Confucian scholar shook his head, “I do not know. The true names of the nine Elector Swords have been secrets, long lost in the vast river of history.”
Suddenly, Lin Wenruo scrutinized Zhao Rong, who was dressed in a green Confucian robe, closely from head to toe. He leaned slightly forward, the corners of his mouth curving into an arc, and said with narrowed eyes,
“Ziyu is seventeen this year, isn’t he?”
The young Confucian scholar suddenly picked up the wine pot and poured half a cup of wine into his cup without speaking.
“I have seen Ziyu often wearing a scholar sword with a pattern of the Heavenly Destiny Mysterious Bird.”
The young Confucian scholar took off the scholar sword from his waist, placed it on the table with a measured force, and continued to remain silent, his eyes fixed on his wine cup.
“Ziyu couldn’t possibly… be Zhao Qingyi, could he?”
The young Confucian scholar’s composed eyelids lifted slightly, revealing more of his clear eyes. The pure pupils reflected half a wine cup, and in the transparent wine, there was reflected a calm face.
The tall Confucian scholar stared with an inexplicably frozen smile.
The young Confucian scholar remained expressionless and tight-lipped.
At this moment.
Inside the boat cabin, apart from the swaying surface of the wine in the cups, everything seemed to have come to a halt.
The space was heavy, the atmosphere eerie.
Outside on the boat’s prow, the splashing sound of Su Xiaoxiao paddling her bare feet in the water came drifting over.
So close, yet so far away.
In an instant, the young Confucian scholar moved. His left hand shot out like lightning to grab the scholar sword left by his mother, holding it horizontally at his brow, the right hand on the hilt, drawing it three inches from its sheath. A flash of cold light emerged, washing one’s eyes in frost.
On the mirror-like blade, there were now four eyes, two on each side, seemingly peering at each other through the sword.
Suddenly, the cabin darkened as the sword was sheathed.
Zhao Rong casually tossed the scholar sword to Lin Wenruo and nodded.
He said earnestly, “Indeed, with your wisdom, I couldn’t keep the secret from you.”
“I won’t pretend anymore, I lay my cards on the table, I am Zhao Qingyi.”
Zhao Rong tilted his head and spread his hands.
The two men locked eyes for a moment.
“Pffft!”
“Haha!”
It was unclear who cracked first, but both of them soon burst into laughter.
Lin Wenruo didn’t inspect the scholar sword and handed it back directly.
Zhao Rong took it and laid it aside casually.
After a while, Lin Wenruo spoke with a serious expression,
“Ziyu, you must never joke about this outside, because many forces are searching for this Zhao Qingyi. Whether it’s Fu Yao’s Zhao clan’s former enemies or allies, once you’re found before growing up, your fate will be either death or a life worse than death.”
Suddenly, he leaned forward again to emphasize, “Whether it’s former enemies or allies, you can’t trust any of them!”
Then, he leaned back again, his tone still serious, “So Ziyu must not leave any trace of connection to this person, or even the slightest suspicion could bring about a calamity with the loss of life, remember this, remember it well.”
Zhao Rong nodded slightly, softly saying, “Recently, the Punishment Mansion sealed off more than a dozen countries north of Zhi Shui Country. Is it because of this Zhao Qingyi?”
Lin Wenruo thought for a moment, “The incident began with the Mo Family in Anling Country being annihilated by a Great Demon. Such events have been quite common in recent years, occurring in all the states. At first, the mountainside was abuzz with speculation as to whether certain powers were searching for Zhao Qingyi, but then it became routine.”
“Moreover, every so often there are rumors about Zhao Qingyi appearances. The most recent one I remember was last July, in Southern Tranquility State, a sixteen-year-old boy from the Zhao clan claimed to be Zhao Qingyi. As for what happened afterward, I do not know; no further news came out.”
“So whether it’s Zhao Qingyi or not, who knows? Everyone has become indifferent to it.”
“However, your Zhao family’s branches have indeed had a hard time these past years. But Ziyu doesn’t need to worry, just avoid these matters and focus on your studies, and your future on the path of Confucianism will surely be bright.”
Afterward, they continued to drink, but at one point Zhao Rong’s expression shifted slightly, because Gui had spoken.
“There’s no need to guess blindly. Whether you are Zhao Qingyi or not, I’m not certain, but your Fu Shi is not the Emperor Elector Sword, nor is your scholar sword, because the Emperor Elector Sword has the true name engraved on its blade.”
Zhao Rong pursed his lips but before he could ask, it had already spoken, revealing that exceedingly secretive true name.
“Its name is… Tai Huang.”
