My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 715 - 440 The Fastest Sword in the World and Two Human Clan Sword Emperors

Chapter 715: Chapter 440 The Fastest Sword in the World and Two Human Clan Sword Emperors

The world’s fastest Flying Sword?

Zhao Xifu looked at Zhao Rong with great interest. After pondering for a moment, he reported several odd and rare sword names.

Some of them were unheard of by everyone present, including Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qian’er who had chosen the path of Sword Cultivators.

Zhao Rong smiled and shook his head.

Zhao Xifu frowned. "None of these? Each of these swords has been known throughout the history of the Xuanhuang Cultivation World for its unmatched speed. The predecessors who possessed them were peerless at their peaks in their time... Wait, are you asking about the current world’s fastest sword?"

He stroked his chin, deep in thought. "In recent years, I’ve indeed heard the drinkers at the tavern mention some. They say there’s a very fast sword in the western Fu Yao Continent, with the name Bitter Cicada... Hmm, I think there’s also one in the eastern Taiyi State..."

The Shopkeeper reported two interesting sword names and paused. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

His eyes remained fixed on Zhao Rong’s face, seriously examining his expression after each sword name was mentioned, but Zhao Rong just kept smiling and shaking his head throughout.

"Not those either? Hey, are you pulling my leg? You don’t know either, do you?" Zhao Xifu tapped the table somewhat forcefully.

Zhao Rong still shook his head.

Zhao Xifu glanced at this annoying kid’s calm expression, feeling a bit irked... The nerve of him, acting cooler and more knowledgeable than me on my own turf. I can’t let him get the better of me.

He silently griped but his competitive spirit was also aroused.

With a snicker, he continued to guess with his arms folded: "Is it that sword from the Southern Tranquility State? The sword name is... what was it... a chestnut. It belongs to that headstrong girl from the southern branch of the Sword Pavilion, one of her Lifebound Flying Swords.

"That girl’s name seems to be purple cloth or something. I’ve heard her sword is incredibly fast, capable of traveling from the North Sea to the azure forests between dawn and dusk."

Zhao Rong was about to shake his head again but the next second, he froze for a moment, turned his head, and looked at a certain person in the room.

Wait, had he heard this sword name somewhere before? Chest... chestnut, ah, is it that ’purple line’ that loves to draw circles?

Zhao Rong glanced at Li Xueyou, slightly raising an eyebrow.

This shy young girl seemed not to notice the commotion, quietly eating with her head down, and her expression unseen. She appeared unaffected by Zhao Xifu’s words...

At this moment, Li Xueyou seemed to sense Zhao Rong’s discreet gaze.

Her ears turned red, and she bowed her head even lower.

Then, Zhao Lingfei nodded with a suppressed smile, "Elder Zhao, her surname is Li, her name is Purple Cloth. She’s well-known in the Southern Tranquility."

She interjected to add.

Zhao Xifu nodded, looking at Zhao Rong with an inquiring gaze.

The latter had already shifted his gaze away from Li Xueyou and shook his head with a calm visage.

Zhao Xifu couldn’t hold back and cursed. "Not this, not that, could it be that the fastest in the world is your sword? What the hell are we guessing, I’m not playing this game anymore, to hell with it."

Zhao Lingfei, Zhu Yourong, and others also looked over in confusion.

Zhao Rong waved his hand and seriously said, "It’s not me."

As he moved his hand, he curled his four fingers into a fist, leaving only his index finger extended, which he pointed at Zhao Lingfei.

Zhao Rong smiled, "It’s my wife."

The room fell silent for a moment.

After a brief pause, Zhao Lingfei’s lovely eyes widened, her expression a mixture of surprise and confusion as she looked at Rong’er and pointed to herself, "Me... me?"

Zhao Rong, feeling mischievous, turned to her with a cheeky smile, "Asking such a silly question. If my wife isn’t you, could it be someone else?"

Zhao Lingfei, after a moment of stupor, quickly replied, "No!"

Zhao Rong feigned realization, "Oh, so it really isn’t you."

Zhao Lingfei’s eyes widened, and she hurriedly corrected, "Yes, yes, yes."

Zhao Rong nodded, "Oh, so the wife mentioned here is someone else."

Saying "no" wasn’t right, and saying "yes" wasn’t right either; he was clearly just teasing her.

Zhao Lingfei stamped her foot in embarrassment, grinding her teeth, and pinched him, "You should... you’re just asking for it!"

She actually wanted to say "Are you asking to die?" but that would be too flirtatious, inappropriate for the moment. Besides, there were other women present, including Zhu Yourong, and Zhao Lingfei had to maintain the image of a Confucian scholar’s virtuous wife.

Just like her scholarly inferior side that only came out in private, in front of him, unrestrained...

Zhao Rong blinked, looking clueless at her words, nodding to himself as if agreeing, "Okay, I’ll go and bring another wife back home to pay respects at the family altar and get married."

Upon saying this, he also chuckled.

Half serious, half joking.

A young Fox Demon, who was begrudgingly eating while the young Confucian scholar and autumn-eyed girl flirted, perked up at Zhao Rong’s provocative words. Her fox-like eyes brightened, and then she sneakily peeked at the autumn-eyed girl.

Zhao Lingfei glared at her mischievous husband, straightened his sleeve, which was actually an excuse to twist the soft flesh on his arm—she couldn’t bear to hurt him where it was firm...

Zhao Lingfei tilted her head slightly, her autumn eyes gazing at him, "You dare! Just try it." Her voice was soft and sweet.

She raised her hand, with two fingers up as if to make a sword and pretended to intimidate him.

Just try and die?

Zhao Rong looked at his wife’s smirking lips, then at her right hand’s sword gesture, leaned back a bit, gulped down his saliva as if avoiding his wife’s peerless Divine Sword.

Zhao Lingfei gently "hmphed" twice, and Zhao Rong smiled, not continuing their playful verbal spar.

At that moment, Zhao Xifu shook his head and said, "You’re full of it, just teasing me? I’ve seen Zhao Lingfei’s swords. Are you talking about ’Green Plum’ or that unfortunate ’Bamboo Horse’? They don’t seem like they possess speed-related Innate Divine Abilities. How could they be the fastest!"

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