My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 116 - 102 So you like this, huh?

Chapter 116: Chapter 102 So you like this, huh?

“…Really, Zhao Rong, what are you planning next? This time it was stealing objects, next time are you planning to steal a person?”

Gui suddenly remembered this jest from half a month ago.

Now.

It had actually come true.

“Why does everything you say sound so unpleasant?”

Zhao Rong shook his head, “It even changed in taste.”

“Aren’t you just stealing a person?”

Gui chuckled softly, “Mhm, a dead person.”

Zhao Rong was speechless, not wanting to deal with it.

“Hey, he is already dead, even if you steal… take out his corpse, what is the point?”

Gui thought for a moment.

“You’re not planning to use his Sixth Grade Martial Artist’s physique to practice corpse reanimation, are you?”

Hearing this, Zhao Rong slightly slowed his pace.

He didn’t get angry at Gui’s guess; instead, he fell silent for a while, then softly said:

“Practicing corpse reanimation… is that very common on the mountain?”

“On the mountain, there are some Cultivators who specialize in reanimating corpses, though they are few. However, some Immortal Sects also have techniques for this, including some forces leaning toward the Demon Path, and some main branches of Daoism also have secret techniques for reanimating corpses…”

Afterward.

Zhao Rong listened intently to its lengthy discourse on so-called mountain knowledge.

In the middle.

He felt a chilling shock and deep “regret” at its “inadvertent” disclosure of the corpse reanimation secret techniques, exceedingly high in Grade and beyond the reach of a worthless Zhao family son-in-law like him, who might never be able to use them.

He clasped his arm and sighed, only regretting his own worthlessness and lack of ambition, thus squandering the rare resources brought by such an excellent Sword Spirit; this was not just wasting his own life, but also delaying the Sword Spirit’s prime and youthful years…

“Why do I feel like, you are being sarcastic?”

“No, illusion, you are definitely having an illusion. Tell me, wasn’t what I just said factual? Which statement was false?”

Zhao Rong blinked, earnestly said:

“Besides, with your wisdom, could I possibly fool you?”

“Really?”

“Really!”

Gui half-believed, half-doubted, but after thinking about it, it felt that what Zhao Rong said was plausible. Those words described things quite accurately.

Such a powerful Sword Spirit, how could he, a mere Zhao family son-in-law, be worthy of it? It’s simply that the heavens were blind to let it end up with such a prospective Sword Master…

But the inherent intuition of those who are often sarcastic still faintly reminded it that it might be getting sarcastically reversed.

Gui quickly changed the subject, continuing to discuss the topic of corpse reanimation with Zhao Rong.

Soon.

Gui leisurely said:

“So all in all, practicing corpse reanimation is quite common on the mountain, especially with the bodies of pure Martial Artists. Using ordinary corpse reanimation methods, one can refine a corpse to have a physique only one Grade lower than in life… Hmm, since you are asking about this, that means you didn’t know about corpse reanimation before, so… do you intend to retrieve Liu Sanbian’s body and bury him?”

“Huh, sir Zhao, you wouldn’t be planning to take revenge on his behalf, would you?”

After hearing Gui’s comments on corpse reanimation, Zhao Rong seemed thoughtful.

Suddenly seeing it repeatedly asking questions.

He slightly raised his eyes, fell silent for a while, and looked in the direction of the North Gate city tower, where it was pitch-dark.

“Actually, I don’t feel that he shouldn’t have died.”

“He was a friend, but avenging his father was his personal matter; he didn’t ask for my help, so I was just a bystander. He did what he felt he should do as a son, and then that was just the fate of life and death.”

“But.”

“After a friend dies, having his body publicly displayed on the city tower, exposed to the sun, swinging in front of my eyes, that I cannot understand, this… it becomes my concern.”

Zhao Rong calmly said, “I also need to do what I think I should do.”

“I still cannot understand.”

“You do not need to understand because I don’t think my reasoning is mostly correct, but I think, living in this world, one must have some of one’s own reasoning, regardless of right or wrong, just having some of one’s own, not what others say.”

“I know, this sounds a bit unreasonable, not like something a Confucian Scholar who reads the Saintly Books should say, but, this is what I think, um, others’ opinions, what have they to do with me.”

Zhao Rong pursed his lips.

Gui thought for a moment, “No, I still need to understand a bit.”

“Why?”

“Because I do not want to die of frustration understanding you a bit also won’t make me feel suffocated and depressed when I die together with you.”

“That’s an interesting perspective.”

“Alright, so what does sir Zhao plan to do? Maybe return to the Zhongnan Country for reinforcements? Or, go find your wife?”

“Neither works, first, it’s too late, going back and forth will take at least two months, and the blooming period will be over, second is… it’s unnecessary.”

“Tsk tsk, Zhao Rong, I quite admire your confidence.”

“Oh, like the aura you had in your prime, right?”

Gui chuckled softly but did not respond, then continued:

“Have you thought it through? On the other side, there’s a Golden Core Realm Confucian Cultivator, and behind him, a family capable of controlling a mundane dynasty’s fortune, and you, merely newly ascended to the Ascending Realm’s Clear Void Stage.”

“Didn’t that Qin Jianfu go to the Qingsui Sect in the northern part of Wangque, seeking healing methods? He is not here.”

“Mm, indeed, but does it make a difference?”

“It does, he’s gone, what remains are just me and Su Xiaoxiao, which is sufficient.”

“Su Xiaoxiao? What can that silly Fox Demon do? Are you going to sell her as a scapegoat?”

Zhao Rong glanced at the distant inn that was getting closer and thought profoundly:

“Su Huxian, she’s quite a good actress.”

Gui: “…”

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“Okay, then how should we go about it? Last time at Chong Xu Temple, stealing the furnace wasn’t quite satisfying.”

“Indeed it wasn’t satisfying. You made it too light when you transformed it; it didn’t even crush me to death.”

“Hey, you’re a man, why are you so nitpicky?”

“Aren’t you the same? Only you’re allowed to be nitpicky, and I’m not?”

Gui felt the resentment from someone, paused, and changed the subject, “Cough, alright, hurry up and tell me, this time Zhao Rong’s sneaky affair, is it a thief’s act among scholars, or is he taking it openly?”

Zhao Rong raised an eyebrow, too lazy to correct Gui’s words.

He looked around, sighed slightly, and reiterated:

“Everyone says the people in Liangjing are simple and naive, and the citizens are enthusiastic and hospitable, so why do you need your dirty tricks… can’t they just give it to me?”

Gui: “……”

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“Thud, thud, thud!”

Zhao Rong knocked on the wooden door in front of him.

“No tea! No snacks! Ugh, your inn’s snacks are really awful!”

A crisp voice came from inside.

“Cough cough, it’s me.”

The next second.

“Creak!”

“Bang!”

Inside the guest room, some strange noises were heard, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps. However, the footsteps suddenly stopped near the wooden door, and there was a moment of silence inside.

The Zhao Rong outside blinked.

“Squeak—”

The wooden door was gently pulled open.

“Hmm, what are you doing~”

Su Xiaoxiao looked up, stated huffily.

Zhao Rong took a glance.

Su Xiaoxiao was wearing a thin moon-white robe, slightly disheveled, with a pink ribbon tying up the black hair on her little head, revealing a white forehead.

The ribbon was carelessly tied into a knot, seemingly easy to fall off, failing to restrain her smooth black hair.

At that moment.

Her eyes fiercly glared at him.

Zhao Rong avoided her gaze and looked around the room, then said, “Uh, could you move aside a bit and let me in?”

“Hmph, didn’t you say a girl’s room should not be entered recklessly?”

“Hmm? Did I… did I say that?”

Zhao Rong frowned in confusion, completely forgetting the righteous excuses he made every time he only delivered breakfast to the door these past few days.

Su Xiaoxiao’s beautiful eyes glared even bigger.

But immediately, she simmered down.

Her sly fox eyes then narrowed slightly.

“You said it, you also said not to look without permission, not to listen without permission… hmm, so what are you doing now?”

The little fox demon tilted her head.

As Zhao Rong, whose gaze was drifting within the room, heard her question, he turned around.

He sincerely said:

“I was just worried that if I’m not in the inn, you might open doors to strangers carelessly, so I demonstrated proper behavior for a few days… All these rules are for strangers. We are so familiar; why do we need such formality between us?”

The two looked eye to eye.

Zhao Rong’s expression was earnest.

Su Xiaoxiao, squinting, habitually bit her lower lip and didn’t speak.

Zhao Rong felt time passing very slowly.

He internally groaned, finding this girl increasingly harder to coax.

Finally.

The next moment.

The little fox demon suddenly stepped aside.

Zhao Rong breathed a sigh of relief and quickly entered the room.

Behind him.

Su Xiaoxiao gave him a look, her eyes carrying some resentment, but thinking of his behavior just now, the little dissatisfaction that had accumulated over the days started to dissipate.

Well, considering you came to find me on your own, and your attitude wasn’t bad, I’ll forgive you this time.

Umm, he came to see me, and it’s at night…

Zhao Rong stepped into the room and immediately went to shut the windows tightly.

As soon as the door was closed and he turned around, the sight made Su Xiaoxiao pause, and slowly her face turned red.

She felt somewhat feverish again.

But before she could think further, she saw Zhao Rong taking out a piece of clothing from the Sumeru Object and handing it to her, seriously saying:

“Put this on; let’s try it.”

Su Xiaoxiao looked down and saw the piece of clothing, the Heavenly Immortal Cave Clothes exclusively for State Preceptors of Zhongnan Country through the ages, and her expression went blank, momentarily at a loss for reaction.

Three breaths later.

She looked up, her gaze strangely fixed on Zhao Rong, her voice barely audible:

“So… this is the taste you like.”