My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 730 - 448: The Childhood Friend I Can’t Catch Up To

Chapter 730: Chapter 448: The Childhood Friend I Can’t Catch Up To

In the hall, the Purple Sword and Bamboo Horse were being chased by a green plum.

The autumn-eyed woman did not look at the two little ones, but instead laughed softly and shook her head in response to Zhao Xifu’s abrupt question.

The shopkeeper nodded and remained silent.

Zhao Rong took another glance at his wife’s tranquil expression, relaxed his brow, and made no further comment.

Seeing this, the others also harbored no doubts,

At that moment, the calm-faced Lingfei suddenly smiled and took the initiative to say to Zhao Rong:

"Rong’er brother, the green plum can’t catch up to the Bamboo Horse."

Zhao Rong was puzzled.

This abrupt statement left everyone temporarily confused.

However, Zhao Xifu nodded along, his tone full of interest:

"I saw it, but I didn’t see everything. This little one looks spirited, and the Divine Skill it’s hiding doesn’t seem like that of an ordinary Class A sword; as for the specific Grade... Zhao young lady, would you be willing to share with your uncle? Heaven has granted you that meal."

Zhao Rong reflected... Previously, Gui had mentioned the level of Class A swords; the limit was the Grade, dependent on the Innate Divine Ability.

And the ’Heaven has granted you a meal’ spoken by the shopkeeper... was it referring to the unusual things implied in the drink that was most likely a gift for proving the Daoist Skill, resulting in his wife’s ’lottery draw’ bringing forth an extraordinary Innate Divine Ability?

Before he could indulge his curiosity, Lingfei immediately shook her head and said:

"Why not speak of it? Everyone here is family, and tonight we owe a great deal to Zhao senior’s intervention... "

Her long hair fell like a waterfall to her slender waist, three thousand strands that were black, straight, and long, like top-grade smooth and lustrous black satin.

At this moment, her expression was forthright and composed.

Nevertheless, while Lingfei affectionately addressed Zhao Xifu and the others, her autumn eyes unabashedly fixed on Zhao Rong...

Clearly intending to tell him.

Seeing his husband’s curiosity deepen,

Lingfei, like a little girl eager to share and show an interesting toy to her beloved, took a long stride forward, moving underneath where the Bamboo Horse and the green plum hovered.

The two little ones had already paused in midair.

She turned back, smiling at him: "The new Divine Skill reshaped in the Bamboo Horse is a bit strange; it seems to relate to that paradox about ’not being able to catch up to the Bamboo Horse’ you were just talking about."

Lingfei paused, then extended a finger to lightly touch the tip of the Purple Sword.

She closed her eyes and felt for a moment, then suddenly said: "Qian’er, draw your sword."

Zhao Qian’er nodded without a word.

In an instant, before the little girl could fully nod, a small sword named Swing appeared above the hovering Purple Sword, bravely thrusting forward, but the next second, it struck nothing.

The Bamboo Horse was in front of the Swing.

The Swing chased at high speed.

The Bamboo Horse was still in front of it.

With a soft tremble, the Swing suddenly accelerated, moving so fast that only the sound of air breaking could be heard, invisible to the naked eyes of everyone in the hall.

The Bamboo Horse was still in front of it.

...

So it went back and forth, with the Swing and the Bamboo Horse endlessly chasing.

But the Bamboo Horse was always a beat ahead, unapproachable no matter what.

Zhao Qian’er’s eyes widened, "Miss..."

Lingfei simply smiled without a word.

Initially, others in the hall thought the Bamboo Horse was just faster, but after seeing the reaction of the two women, they gradually realized the truth.

The paradox Zhao Rong had joked about, ’a chestnut can’t catch up to the Bamboo Horse,’ seemed to manifest in reality!

The shopkeeper marveled in amazement.

While everyone was astonished, the Swing—which was also recorded in the Taia Sword Pavilion’s Class A and was a Class A sword itself—suddenly slowed down.

It gradually came to a stop and finally floated quietly in midair.

The Swing was motionless.

The Bamboo Horse leisurely circled around it, taking a few leisurely spins.

Zhao Rong and others thought it was because Zhao Qian’er had ceased the chase.

However, the little girl furrowed her brows, her eyes filled with surprise as she looked at Lingfei, "Miss, I... my sword can’t move."

Realizing this, everyone suddenly understood that it was the doing of the Bamboo Horse.

They were utterly astonished.

Zhao Xifu crossed his arms in contemplation for a while, then nodded slightly and couldn’t help saying:

"Good sword. This little one’s Divine Skill touches upon that fundamental principle the young man just talked about, delving into the essence of the Time River and spatial distance? Sheesh, Heaven has granted you quite a feast, Zhao young lady, with this meal... indeed no small feat."

At that moment, in Zhao Rong’s Heart Lake, the Sword Spirit also couldn’t help but speak up:

"There’s no doubt, those Sword Dao Laws just now that forged and tempered the sword are related to the unique Tidal Waters of Heavenly Dao... What a Bamboo Horse sword, actually involving the rare realms of time and space. This sword can’t be of a Lower Grade anymore..."

Zhao Rong’s expression shifted.

He was also greatly delighted, observing the radiant ascension on the body of the Bamboo Horse Sword, and exclaimed:

"Qing Jun, is this the Innate Divine Ability of the Bamboo Horse? It can... control the continuity and discontinuity of the surrounding time and space?"

Upon hearing this, Lingfei did not immediately reply.

She squinted slightly, as if savoring the strange sensations and scenes in her Heart Lake, then slightly tilted her head:

"Rong’er brother, you speak of profound things I can’t quite grasp. I can’t describe this Divine Skill in detail, but I can clearly sense... some sort of peculiar order that can change at the whim of my mind."

The autumn-eyed woman suddenly stretched out her hand, spreading her five slender fingers, and made a grabbing motion in the air. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

It was as if she was feeling a certain resistance and control.

She closed her eyes and said, "The air around here is a bit viscous, like... water. I can push it away... no, ’transport’ it."

Those words sounded profound and mysterious to the listener.

Only a certain crossed-armed shopkeeper and a certain sharp-tongued Sword Spirit knew what Lingfei was talking about: the waters of the Time River... Both kept their own counsel.