My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 131 - 116 I Want It All (Added for Captain "Meat is So Delicious" Brother!)

Chapter 131: Chapter 116 I Want It All (Added for Captain “Meat is So Delicious” Brother!)

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Sword Spirit said helplessly, “So, you ignored all the advice I just gave you? Didn’t listen to a word?”

Zhao Rong stated, word by word:

“I like Qing Jun.”

Ever since that night when he discovered he had only awakened the identity and personality of his previous life’s memories, the memories of his two lives had already merged.

From his current perspective, he looked back on his past with Qing Jun.

He and Qing Jun were childhood sweethearts, innocent friends since their youth.

Every moment with her, everything she had done for him, now filled his mind as his memories, and he could never forget them.

She had always shown him her love, humbly waiting, nearly stating directly, “I fancy you.”

She mended wedding gowns for him, cared intimately for Black Jade, and one letter, one word from him, and she would rush back without caring for her safety.

Yet what had he done?

Ha, perhaps his former self had excuses.

Such as the humble status of a son-in-law, or the fact that he did not love Qing Jun before, considering her only as a childhood playmate.

But that was all in the past.

The current Zhao Rong was sure he liked Qing Jun, and for her, he cared not for the so-called son-in-law’s status.

That was enough.

The responsibility to those around him was to prevent events that could not bear the consequences from happening.

Therefore, Zhao Rong was even more determined to go north to return the jade, and to tell Qing Jun that he now liked her too.

This was not groveling.

It was a declaration of his feelings, ensuring that no event with unbearable consequences would occur.

If Qing Jun said she no longer liked him.

Zhao Rong would leave coolly, at most, he might drink a lot more in the future, but at least after both sides had made things clear, there would be no more misunderstandings or regrets.

The drizzling rain gradually stopped.

Zhao Rong sat on the ground, leaning on his hands, looking ahead at the slightly brighter dense forest.

He smiled brilliantly and continued with the answer he questioned himself:

“I also like Su Xiaoxiao.”

The former him was always hesitant because he still did not know if he had the resolve to be fully responsible for her.

But not long ago.

In that instant when Su Xiaoxiao turned to leave.

He had his answer.

In that moment of impending loss, he understood his true feelings.

It was a feeling of an instantaneous empty void in his heart.

Zhao Rong did not want to miss out, he wanted to be responsible to Su Xiaoxiao, he wanted to make promises to her, he wanted to selfishly “occupy” her!

Gui spoke with a curl of his lip, “Master Zhao truly is dominant, not only mingling with the mortal world but also reveling in it.”

Although it was mocking Zhao Rong for his fickleness, it didn’t really criticize him, because in this era, it was normal for common men to have multiple wives and concubines, for mountain cultivators to have numerous Dao companions, and Great Daoists to have countless subordinates.

Well, things are a bit different on the mountain, for instance, some female Great Cultivators also have many male companions or subordinates as Daoists, not just men.

Actually, no matter the era, regardless of how mainstream media prettify or embellish it, the phenomenon of those with more resources having more partners will never be less.

So, Zhao Rong’s actions, Gui just made a passing remark about it, and although it advocates the path of Supreme Forget Love, there are also Daos of not forgetting loved ones to be cultivated.

The Great Dao is vast, therefore allowing the existence of others’ Daos is a common attitude among mountain Cultivators.

As for various philosophical schools, it’s not about fighting to the death to monopolize the Great Dao, but to have one’s own Dao prevail and become a distinguished Universal Dao.

Zhao Rong did not respond.

He squinted at the sky where the dark clouds were slowly dissipating, and the sky was brightening, while the setting sun also gradually revealed its face.

Just now in the heavy rain.

Zhao Rong had already made up his mind.

He would no longer mask his true feelings, no longer deceive himself.

In matters of the heart, he was selfish, assertive, somewhat chauvinistic.

Even with the memories of his previous life, he still longed for multiple wives and concubines.

He had previously envied Lin Wenruo for having numerous beautiful consorts.

Only, due to the influence of past life memories, he had always been hesitant.

Now having a clear state of mind, he faced his true desires head-on.

Moreover, in this world, customs permitted it.

If he were still constrained and self-deceiving, that would be too cowardly and hypocritical.

So.

He wanted them all.

Passionate but not promiscuous.

Strive to leave no regrets!

Once resolved, he would go forth without looking back, a habit always maintained by Zhao Rong.

He stood up, wiped the rain off his face, bathed in the warm sunlight, and continued forward.

Zhao Rong was going to find that naive girl he had decided to take care of for the rest of his life.

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After a heavy rain.

The world seemed cleansed.

The air was fresh, and the sunlight gentle.

But shortly after the weather cleared, the sun set behind the mountains, welcoming the night.

Dusk enveloped the mountains and forests.

In a secluded, abandoned Daoist Temple.

It was also shrouded in darkness.

Silent.

Only.

If one listened closely, holding their breath, they would occasionally hear faint sniffling sounds vaguely carrying through the air.

The temple appeared to have been abandoned for a long time; the central deity idol was dilapidated, even its head missing, leaving one unable to guess which Daoist god it represented.

On the ground inside the temple, there were dense piles of discarded firewood, suggesting that it often provided shelter to passing travelers at night.

“Wuu wuu…”

Soft sobs rose again within the temple.

The sounds originated from the shadow behind the forsaken idol.

There was a small, frail shadow.

Su Xiaoxiao sat on the ground, hugging her knees and burying her head in them, her body curled into a ball.

Her face was unseen.

Her clothes were damp; she shivered all over, her thin shoulders quivering. Her once smooth and neatly kept black hair now hung disheveled.

“Wuu…”

Su Xiaoxiao was sobbing spasmodically.

Her fragile body couldn’t stop twitching.

In her hand, she tightly clutched a handkerchief soaked with someone’s sweat, her fingernails piercing the thin fabric deep into her flesh.

Bright red blood mingled with that person’s sweat and her tears.

Su Xiaoxiao no longer wanted to lift her head.

She just wanted to keep curled up like this, going nowhere, quietly falling asleep, never to wake up again.

Eventually to turn into an ugly skeleton, remaining in this broken temple to decay alongside it.

Thinking this, she somehow felt it was quite alright.

After all, nobody in the world needed her anymore.

To die quietly without anyone caring or grieving, wouldn’t that be just as well?

She couldn’t bring herself to hate him.

She only hated herself.

Why was she so foolish? He surely preferred smart women.

Why hadn’t she won his fondness? Surely it was because she wasn’t pretty enough.

Why had she revealed her love so soon? Wuu wuu wuu, she really couldn’t help it anymore, couldn’t help getting close to him, being intimate with him, even just holding hands would have been enough…

All such minor mistakes, I don’t blame him, I don’t blame him… Wuu wuu wuu, he doesn’t even want to tease me anymore, Wuu wuu wuu…

Just the thought of him, tears she thought had dried up surged into her eyes yet again.

In the broken temple.

Su Xiaoxiao wallowed in self-pity, crying her heart out.

She wanted to forget him, but her mind was filled with him, unable to chase him away.

At that moment.

This ironically brought her a delusional, sick sense of happiness.

Su Xiaoxiao stopped crying and began to emit weak, delirious laughter.

She was on the brink of falling into a stupor.

This was the hallucination of extreme sorrow.

Once fallen into, she might never wake up again.

It was at that moment.

Zhao Rong, who had quietly arrived not long before and had been standing silently at the side for quite some time, suddenly felt an ominous premonition.

“Silly girl!”

Su Xiaoxiao’s laughter halted abruptly.

For a moment.

The temple quieted down.

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PS: It’s a bit late, but Xiao Rong just wrote three chapters in a row…

These two chapters are the guiding ideology and operational guidelines for the multiple female leads in this book, everyone write it down, this will be on the test~

Also, to those brothers who are still secretly casting monthly tickets, Xiao Rong has noted down each one of you in the book, if you don’t cast your monthly ticket next month, I’ll mention each of you.

Lastly, it’s September, asking for monthly tickets and recommendations!!!