My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 726 - 444: The Jade Horse Once Again Reaches the Top, Sword Chant Echoes Ten Thousand Miles (Part 2)

Chapter 726: Chapter 444: The Jade Horse Once Again Reaches the Top, Sword Chant Echoes Ten Thousand Miles (Part 2)

Zhao Rong’s eyebrows suddenly furrowed, sword cultivators within thousands of miles?

But before he could worry, Gui continued in a lazy tone:

"Speaking of which, this has been an old tradition of the Xuanhuang sword cultivators. It’s hard to keep an A-grade sword a secret. Once the sword chant is heard, nearby sword cultivators will stop to listen carefully.

"It’s not only a tribute to a future sword immortal who might one day reach the top, but it can also benefit one’s swordsmanship. If one’s swordsmanship reaches a certain level, one might even hear something interesting in the first sword chant of an A-grade sword...

"I’ve seen some ancient books refer to this phenomenon as ’Ten Thousand Swords Chanting in Unison,’ which is an interesting and apt description. The first sword chant of an A-grade sword can spread for thousands of miles, partly because it transmits a peculiar vibration, causing nearby sword cultivators’ flying swords to vibrate in unison, thus spreading the frequency further and wider..."

Zhao Rong suddenly said, "Resonance effect?"

"What resonance effect?"

"Uh, nothing, go on."

Gui paused: "So, this is also why only sword cultivators can hear this sword chant. Those without a life-bound flying sword can’t hear a damn thing... oh well, even if I explain more, you wouldn’t understand." Its tone was a bit haughty.

Zhao Rong smirked, not only do I understand, but I can also teach you the basics, such as the fundamental principle of sound propagation through vibration which allows the sword chant of an A-grade sword to be transmitted...

He slightly pouted and asked, "Then why didn’t you mention this before?"

The sarcastic sword spirit replied, "Was there a need to? There’s a ninety percent chance you won’t develop an A-grade sword, so what’s the use of telling you?"

Zhao Rong: "......"

He couldn’t help but think to himself: Ninety percent, doesn’t that still leave a chance? Just wait, you cheeky sword spirit who’s eager for your sword master to fail, I will teach you to behave and obediently call me master...

Gui had no idea of the malicious thoughts of a young scholar who was already planning how to train it once he became successful... At the moment, it thought for a while and said:

"Moreover, A-grade swords are rare, and encountering their birth is even rarer. How could I know that your lady had a miraculous encounter, rejuvenating dead wood, allowing you to stumble upon it? Tsk tsk, this wine is indeed not simple as I thought..."

This wine... Zhao Rong couldn’t help but frown.

Within their brief conversation, the scene had undergone significant changes.

The moonlight on Zhao Lingfei’s body grew stronger. Her skin, as white and translucent as jade, shimmered with divine splendor.

The celestial and unparalleled skirt trailing on the ground radiated brilliance, a delicate crystal-like sword above her right shoulder spun more joyously.

At this moment, Zhao Lingfei’s tender figure resembled a luminous pearl carved from the Northern Sea Abyss, nurtured for millennia.

The ethereal milky glow she emitted even replaced the orange candlelight, spreading to every corner of the main hall!

Upon seeing this, a word unanimously emerged in everyone’s mind: Jade Beauty.

Or rather, Elegant Beauty.

It’s said that beauties are like jade, and Zhao Lingfei’s current appearance is in a certain sense true to the saying, proving that the ancients didn’t deceive people.

Zhao Rong was similarly stunned, as this situation was indeed a bit mystical.

Speaking of which, could his lady turn into a heavenly fairy, emotionless and ascend to the heavens in the next second? No, he had to hold onto her. If he really couldn’t hold on, perhaps he could go with her, taking the whole family along?

Gui understood someone very well, and clicked its tongue, saying, "Don’t worry. She’s currently being refined in spirit and body by some unknown swordsmanship law, transforming and elevating her physique. This is another spectacle besides the sword chant when an A-grade sword is born."

"Unknown swordsmanship law?"

"It’s the swordsmanship law related to this new life-bound ability of her Zhuma sword. Right now, it’s unclear if it involves some peculiar domains. If this is the second time it becomes A-grade, and the new life-bound ability relates to some powerful or peculiar domain, then she has struck gold. Tsk tsk, this Zhuma sword that’s becoming A-grade for the second time is something I’ve only heard about, never seen firsthand. As expected from your... wife."

"......" Zhao Rong thought it was going to praise him, but knew better.

Then, the sword spirit continued with familiarity:

"For A-grade swords and special B-grade swords, aside from vast storage and great power, their most fundamental and unique ability is their life-bound ability, which defines the... ceiling of the sword.

"Every A-grade sword’s life-bound ability is one-of-a-kind. The moment an A-grade sword appears, it is set irreversibly, and these phenomena associated with an A-grade sword’s emergence are essentially caused by the swordsmanship laws that shape its life-bound ability.

"The divine splendor on your wife is like this. An A-grade sword is nurtured in the heart lake, traverses within it, alternating between reality and illusion, with myriad strange life-bound abilities, all of which sword cultivators can wield solely because of the refinement in spirit and body at the emergence of the A-grade sword. Under the wash of corresponding swordsmanship laws, a sword cultivator’s physique gradually adapts to the life-bound flying sword’s abilities."

Zhao Rong suddenly understood, intently observing Qingjun undergoing the refining ceremony.

She was indeed enveloped by some unique swordsmanship law.

However, at this moment, beads of sweat were forming on Qingjun’s forehead, her pretty face had lost its color, becoming even whiter, as if enduring something.

Yet she was doing her best to suppress it, her expression remained calm.

Gui observed through its brow eye, looking more and more interested:

"Judging by this scene, under the influence of that cup of wine, her Zhuma sword has already been shaped by some swordsmanship law into a new ability. It seems it’s advancing to A-grade again. Tsk tsk, your lady, counting this time, should be undergoing body refinement through swordsmanship laws for the third time?

"Though the body refinement is incidental, mainly for ability compatibility, being refined by realized swordsmanship laws three times... This physique... is likely superior to many warriors of the same level. It’s really infuriating when you compare."

Zhao Rong remained silent, his eyes fixed on Zhao Lingfei, constantly concerned.

Gui glanced a few more times, egging him on:

"Zhao Rong, quickly have your lady manifest that Zhuma sword so I can take a good look. My soul form limits my view. Have her take it out so I can examine it closely. Hmm, this sword feels unusual; the phenomena around her seem somewhat like manifested waters of time..."

Zhao Rong still ignored it, under the table, his hand was intertwined with Qingjun’s radiant hand.

She must be enduring some pain, her fingertips pressing tightly until they turned white.

But seemingly afraid of hurting him, she released her grip slightly, trembling.

Zhao Rong pressed his lips.

Reversely, he tightly held onto her with his large hand.

Zhao Xifu crossed his arms, leaned against the door, tilting his head to listen to the sword chant. He glanced at the closed wooden door, shrouding the pitch-black night outside, then turned to gaze at the dazzling ’Jade Beauty’ inside the hall.

The innkeeper stroked his stubbled chin, looking at a certain spot above Zhao Lingfei’s right shoulder, "This little fellow has quite a voice, and quite a scene."

This definitely wasn’t the grand occasion a ordinary A-grade sword would cause, as the ’sword chant’ had spread nearly ten thousand miles and still showed momentum!

At this moment, in Xiàchóngzhāi, everyone’s attention was focused on Zhao Lingfei.

As time passed, at a certain moment, the divine splendor on Zhao Lingfei reached its peak, as if finally overcoming a difficult hurdle, she took a deep breath in her closed-eyed state.

Then, the divine aura flowing over her body seemed to sink into the water, merging back into her skin, and the radiance on her skin gradually faded.

Soon, the autumn-eyed woman’s breathing began to steady, the previously tense hand striving to relax, also moved, forcefully initiating to clasp someone’s hand...

Zhao Lingfei felt the warmth of her husband’s hand for a while.

At a certain moment, she gently rose.

Raising her hand.

With two fingers, she delicately pinched one end of the ribbon in her hair.

A tug.

The purple aura ribbon drifted down lightly.

Three thousand green strands cascaded like a waterfall.

Purple energy scattered, churning violently, gathering swiftly in an instant.

Ding dong———!

Accompanied by a crisp sound like a water drop on stone.

Above the right shoulder of the autumn-eyed woman.

A purple sword hung upside down.

It was called Zhuma.

The Zhuma of childhood sweethearts.