My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 161 - 142 My Relationship with My Husband is
Chapter 161: Chapter 142 My Relationship with My Husband is Very Good (Requesting monthly tickets! Requesting recommendation tickets!)
Chapter 161: Chapter 142 My Relationship with My Husband is Very Good (Requesting monthly tickets! Requesting recommendation tickets!)
Zhao Lingfei’s brows furrowed once again towards the center.
She had long wondered why the Cold Cicada Sword would quiver excitedly upon seeing her.
Having just taken the Cold Cicada and after a thorough examination, she discovered that the reason seemed to lie in the small piece of Taiyin Liuli Iron used in the casting of the sword’s body.
This kind of Seventh Realm divine substance seemed naturally spiritual.
Although she still didn’t understand why the Taiyin Liuli Iron reacted to her, she roughly guessed that this divine material could communicate to some extent, especially through a Sword Cultivator’s Lifebound Flying Sword.
Thus, Zhao Lingfei held the sword, sensing her Lotus Pond Heart Lake.
Just as expected.
The somewhat spiritual Taiyin Liuli Iron appeared to be frightened by the desolate and bizarre sights of her Lotus Pond Heart Lake.
It let out a long, mournful cry.
After that.
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There was no more sound.
As for the subtext in Jiang Chebai’s words, she of course understood, but Zhao Lingfei did not care nor did she wish to pay it any heed.
Zhao Lingfei’s brows knitted together, “Please take the sword.”
She was unwilling to call him Senior Brother anymore.
Because Zhao Lingfei knew that if she continued, it would only feed his unrealistic fantasies… She didn’t want to hurt someone else the way that person had hurt her.
In the distance.
Ning Ying blinked, not having expected the situation to develop in this direction.
The other Taiching Prefecture students also looked at each other, bewildered.
An embarrassing blunder had occurred, making everyone feel awkward.
But, more embarrassed than them.
Was Jiang Chebai.
He stood there, staring blankly at Zhao Lingfei, feeling that in this moment, she was terrifyingly indifferent.
Could this be what Master referred to, that women can be exceptionally cruel towards men they do not fancy?
“Please take the sword!”
The woman’s voice was clear and cold, she sharply commanded.
Jiang Chebai shuddered, he slightly bowed his head, gazing at the Cold Cicada before him that was no longer lively, his hand clenched into a fist, teeth tightly gritted.
Once he took it, his dignity would be trampled underfoot by her, shattered and impossible to piece back together!
A grating sound escaped from between Jiang Chebai’s lips, his lips pale and colorless.
He closed his eyes, saying nothing.
Three breaths later
Still, he did not raise his hand.
Suddenly.
Zhao Lingfei closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and when she opened her eyes, they were as still as an ancient well.
She said softly:
“Take the sword.”
Jiang Chebai’s eyelids twitched.
He suddenly looked up, eyes wide open, with traces of blood seeping from between his teeth.
“Lingfei, I like you!”
The scene fell silent.
The last bit of room for negotiation was gone.
Bang—!
Someone in the crowd trembled with fright.
It turned out Zhao Lingfei had forcefully thrown the Cold Cicada to the ground.
She turned and walked away!
Jiang Chebai stood stunned in place, watching the Cold Cicada bounce and roll on the ground.
The next second.
His body dashed forward like a flash of swordlight.
In an instant.
He blocked Zhao Lingfei’s path.
This time, his voice carried hoarseness and… a plea.
His dignity seemed to have been shattered thoroughly like the Cold Cicada upon the ground.
“Lingfei, I was wrong, I truly was wrong, what do I have to do for you to forgive me…”
Zhao Lingfei’s face was pale with a touch of disbelief as she looked at the man before her, who seemed to have gone mad.
Was this the same person she knew before?
He really must be mad; they had met no more than ten times in total.
She didn’t believe in love at first sight because it took her a very, very long time to fall for that person…
So this is a madman, a madman who disgusts and nauseates her.
Zhao Lingfei said urgently, “Don’t call me Lingfei, I’m not close with you.”
“Lingfei, please, don’t be like this, stop treating me this way, okay?”
Zhao Lingfei’s beautiful face turned deathly pale, her slender waist and back straight as proud pines and bamboo, or like a three-foot green blade sheathed, its chill utterly concealed yet undeniably sharp and impossible to disguise!
She looked straight at Jiang Chebai, her tone more serious than ever before.
“Jiang Chebai, I already have a husband, have some, self, respect!”
Jiang Chebai laughed, “A husband? Impossible, haha, Lingfei, stop joking, there’s no other man by your side…”
Zhao Lingfei’s face remained cold, her tone just as frigid, “I’m not joking.”
With those words released, it was like a frost-bound blade had been thrust forth.
Jiang Chebai’s smile faded as he laughed.
His lips pressed tightly together as his gaze sized up Zhao Lingfei from head to toe.
Suddenly, a shiver ran through his heart, like facing some great terror, he stepped backward.
No wonder she had clumsily tried to thread a needle with her sword-wielding hand that day by the pond, her brows and eyes tender!
No wonder she returned to her home dressed in simple attire with her hair done up, so dignified in her manners!
No wonder that inch-sized, inseparable dark Jade Token was no longer with her!
…
Zhao Lingfei saw Jiang Chebai finally retreat at her scolding and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She immediately turned to leave, never wanting to see this madman again.
But on the other side.
“No, no, it’s not true, how could … how could … no … she, she really has a husband now … hehe …”
The crazed Jiang Chebai suddenly stopped in his tracks.
The next second.
This Golden Core Realm Sword Cultivator instantaneously appeared in front of Zhao Lingfei again, blocking her path.
Zhao Lingfei came to an abrupt halt, her beautiful face filled with fury as she glared menacingly.
“You’ve gone too far!”
Jiang Chebai’s smile was gentle, “Lingfei, I don’t mind.”
Zhao Lingfei’s eyes widened in disbelief, “Have you lost your mind?”
Jiang Chebai showed what he thought was his most attractive smile, “Lingfei, give me a chance and I’ll show you I’m the best.”
In that moment, Zhao Lingfei felt almost sick seeing him like this. Suddenly, she turned and walked the other way.
The next moment, she was blocked again.
And when she tried walking away once more, she was stopped again.
Jiang Chebai pleaded softly, “Lingfei, believe in me, I can do better than him…”
Zhao Lingfei abruptly stopped.
Jiang Chebai brightened, “Lingfei…”
“Scram!”
Zhao Lingfei turned sideways, her cold eyes glancing at him obliquely.
She held her head high, with the beauty mark under her left eye appearing particularly lonely, like the solitary Qinglian in the Lotus Pond Heart Lake.
Admirable from a distance but not to be treated lightly.
“Do better than him? Hehe, what of it? You’re not him! Sorry…”
Zhao Lingfei spoke each word with grave seriousness, “My husband and I are very much in love.”
Jiang Chebai was as if struck by lightning.
The surrounding onlookers exchanged glances, all wondering, where was the destined peerless couple, the couple blessed by the gods they had heard of?
No one expected the situation to develop to this stage.
However.
The next second.
Their attention was once again drawn to the woman who tended to her husband’s attire.
Zhao Lingfei stood tall, facing south, with her Jade Hands pressed together, hidden within her sleeves and held in front of her stomach.
She lifted her chin gracefully, squinted and looked distant, her brow tender, her teeth white, her lips red, and her smile slight.
“My husband and I have been childhood sweethearts, innocent and without guile, we grew up close, betrothed since our early years, I fancy him… he fancies me, and I am married to him…”
Her clear voice suddenly paused.
Then, her smile bloomed radiantly like flowers.
“On our wedding night, my husband and I agreed that for the rest of our lives, we would support each other, never part in old age, remain steady though the seas may dry and the rocks may crumble, and our love would never change.”
Zhao Lingfei’s voice was no longer as cold and clear as usual, instead, it was soft, sweet, and honeyed.
The crowd around them fell silent.
Some women stared at Zhao Lingfei, their eyes filled with longing.
Others were impassive, merely scrutinizing the figure on stage whose smile had frozen, Jiang Chebai.
