My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 718 - 441

Zhao Rong became curious and wanted to inquire about the second Sword Emperor Gui.

However, after a second thought, he decided against it. Ever since that night when he shattered the mirror to ascend to Fu Yao, Gui had been less talkative after waking up in Great Li.

Busy for the whole day at the Academy, except for teasing Zhao Rong once in the morning, Gui barely said anything. After Zhao Rong entered the Summer Insect Pavilion at night, Gui was even quieter.

Thinking that he would ask Gui after returning to Great Li at night, Zhao Rong temporarily suppressed his curiosity.

"Why."

Zhao Xifu spoke to Zhao Rong for the second time that night.

His tone was serious.

Zhao Rong glanced at him and continued to shake his head and shrugged, saying casually, "I don’t know. Hmm, I must have seen a similar statement on some book on some year and some day which you’re asking me about now and I definitely don’t remember, and I thought it was interesting."

Although he said that with sincerity, he couldn’t hide the smile on his face.

He couldn’t help but chuckle, as if indulging in a certain kind of wicked humor.

"......" Everyone paused, inevitably scrutinizing his expression. Clearly, even the most naïve Su Xiaoxiao could tell he was lying at this point; it was obvious that he was deliberately withholding information, not that he didn’t know, wasn’t it?

Extremely annoying.

Zhao Xifu looked at this brat he had just met tonight, initially thinking Zhao Rong was not only very handsome but also quite outstanding in various aspects.

Except, his taste was somewhat questionable, like, really liking this kind of guy, even offering up a Class A sword that every Sword Cultivator on Tunan Continent dreams of. Did she think the Lifebound Swords given by the heavens were too many...

Until now, the Shopkeeper realized he was wrong... Zhao Rong’s vision was evidently blind.

Zhao Xifu suddenly felt an itch in his hands.

After watching Zhao Rong for a while, he deliberately said, "Hmm, you say the fastest, but I’m not so sure about that."

Zhao Rong joked, "If it’s not the fastest, then why do your swords, which ’soar to the North Sea by morning and reach Cangwu by dusk,’ fall behind by a hundred paces and can never catch up to the bamboo horse?"

Zhao Xifu pursed his lips, certain, "Falling behind might also mean that both swords are equally fast. Who says a chestnut is definitely slower than a bamboo horse?"

Zhao Rong surprisingly nodded, praising, "Exactly, that’s right. The Shopkeeper surely has wide knowledge; I just knew that with the wisdom of Shopkeeper Zhao, you could not be deceived..."

This bout of flattery twitched Zhao Xifu’s mouth, and the more he listened, the more something seemed off.

Indeed, the next second, Zhao Rong slightly changed the topic:

"Hmm, think about it, if both swords have the same speed, of course, they can’t catch up to each other, and moreover, in this scenario, the distance between both swords will, of course, remain unchanged, right... cough cough."

Zhao Xifu couldn’t help but knit his brows together once more.

Because, with someone else’s gentle reminder, he had to confront that uneasy question once again: ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Right, if the chestnut and the bamboo horse had the same speed, they would indeed maintain a constant distance, but in reality — the chestnut keeps closing the gap.

So is the chestnut faster?

However, the chestnut can never surpass that last bit of distance because every time it moves that ’bit of distance,’ it takes some time, and in that time, the bamboo horse also moves a bit further.

The chestnut can only get infinitely closer to the bamboo horse running ahead, but it can never catch up.

In other words, as long as the initial distance between the chestnut and the bamboo horse can be infinitely divided, and every divided segment of distance requires some time to chase, the infinitely divisible distance would need an infinite amount of time to be chased down.

It’s odd and quite strange. Clearly, the gap is closing, but the faster one can’t catch the one ahead.

So is the chestnut...

Fast, but not completely fast?

Or does it mean that in the process of chasing, after every approach, the bamboo horse secretly accelerates, so it’s indeed the fastest sword, and that’s why it can always keep the chestnut behind?

Uneasiness arises from the unknown that eludes control.

This feeling, Zhao Xifu had not experienced for a very long time. For him, he had long been indifferent to most things on the mountain, ever since he stepped into the Summer Insect Pavilion of Well Frog Alley for the first and last time six thousand years ago.

Over the years, only those who came seeking wine, be they close or distant figures, with news about the Jixia Academy of the Jiang Dynasty on Tunan Continent, could easily make him click his tongue in wonder for a while.

However, the metaphysical debates he had heard on other days, either too abstract and lofty, or old wine in new bottles, had been around for a long time.

But the peculiar paradox that Zhao Rong introduced in an ordinary way was indeed a tangible enigma nearby that he had never noticed before. Upon reflection, it was deeply terrifying.

The Shopkeeper grew increasingly curious and full of doubts.

It definitely wasn’t because he was sheltered or had made a mistake in his reasoning, but the more he pondered, the more it contradicted his longstanding worldview.

Zhao Xifu suddenly declared, "No, the speeds are definitely different. The chestnut must be faster than the bamboo horse!"

Zhao Rong nodded, smiling as he spoke ironically:

"Right, not only is the chestnut faster than the bamboo horse, but many swords are faster than the chestnut too. However, it’s also strange that they can only follow the bamboo horse, never able to catch up. So... the world’s fastest swords also have swords they can’t catch up to? The title ’fastest’ seems a bit choking for them."

He sighed with regret, glanced at the Shopkeeper, turned his head, and winked at him: "So, Shopkeeper, which sword do you think deserves the title ’fastest’?"

Zhao Xifu fell silent.

Zhao Rong smiled, not intending to make it more difficult for others; after all, this was somewhat like activating a certain kind of cheat code.

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