My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 163 - 144 Get Lost

Chapter 163: Chapter 144 Get Lost

Chapter 163: Chapter 144 Get Lost

When that first call of “Qing Jun” rang out.

None knew whom the young Confucian Scholar, who had just rushed over, was calling for.

But as he hastened close, repelled by the silvery white Sword Qi, and inexplicably let out a light call.

A miracle occurred.

When the young Confucian Scholar charged again.

The silvery white Sword Qi, which not even the Golden Core Sword Cultivators could slightly penetrate, shuddered with its master.

It shrank back.

No longer daring to touch him in the slightest.

Just as a fawn faces a descending tiger, or as a gazelle sees a slowly circling hungry wolf.

However, before people could marvel for long.

The next instant.

The young Confucian Scholar had already stepped forward and taken Lingfei’s left hand.

Yes.

There was no mistake.

The hand he took… it was Lingfei’s!

What… what had he done?

Jiang Chebai’s chest fluctuated violently, and he suddenly sucked in air, producing a “heh… heh… heh” sound, his eyes bulged with bloodshot veins.

Ning Ying’s eyes widened with her small mouth slightly open.

The group from Taiching Prefecture also stared in shock, some even rubbed their eyes.

The other cultivators, originally just onlookers, also watched intently.

At that moment.

The flow of time seemed to briefly stop at this place under You Mountain.

Nearly everyone on the field froze in place.

Time seemed to pass very, very slowly,

Even facial expressions were frozen at the last moment, let alone changes in emotion.

And among the only two things still moving,

One was their slowly turning heads.

Their eyes followed the two figures holding hands and moving forward together.

One clad in green clothes, and another in white clothes.

Joined together.

The attention of everyone shifted between Zhao Rong’s calmly pursed lips, Lingfei’s bowed head showing no expression, and their joined hands, wandering back and forth.

Zhao Rong led Lingfei, ignoring everyone, looking straight ahead and striding forward.

Intending to take his wife away.

After he had seized her hand from behind, Lingfei kept staring down at that domineering hand.

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Besides initially struggling a bit, after he squeezed it forcefully, she stopped resisting and followed him step by step.

Zhao Rong in front, Lingfei behind.

The two were like fish swimming through a stagnated river.

The water moved.

The crowd ahead parted like water around a rock.

Yet,

There were still some who stood rooted to the spot, motionless.

Zhao Rong slightly squinted, nodded his chin earnestly and uttered one word:

“Step aside.”

Jiang Chebai gazed blankly at the Black and White Jade Token clinking by Zhao Rong’s waist.

At that instant, hearing those words,

He suddenly lifted his head, glaring furiously.

But he encountered Zhao Rong’s calm gaze.

Jiang Chebai clenched his jaw, his nostrils quivered, and his eyes stared straight at Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong’s eyes didn’t even blink, expressionless.

Their gazes collided in the air.

Silently, they stood their ground.

Lingfei did not interfere with the standoff between the two men.

She obediently stood behind Zhao Rong, still lowering her head to look at the hand joined with Zhao Rong’s, her pretty face puzzled, seemingly lost in thought.

Seconds and minutes passed.

Jiang Chebai clenched his fists, his teeth gritted as he stared into Zhao Rong’s eyes.

Those eyes, from the beginning until now, were still as still as an ancient well…

It seemed as if time would forever pass this way.

The two seemed destined to stand here forever, turning into a statue.

Yet,

At a certain moment

Under the unwavering gaze of Zhao Rong’s tranquil eyes.

Jiang Chebai’s bloodshot eyes shifted slightly.

Zhao Rong then moved.

Leading Lingfei forward with an unyielding determination.

Their steps were extremely fast.

The next second.

They seemed about to collide.

Jiang Chebai’s mind shivered,

And his body unconsciously stepped aside.

Zhao Rong didn’t stop, leading Lingfei past Jiang Chebai.

Ignoring Jiang Chebai’s renewed furious gaze as he realized what happened.

The path ahead had long been cleared by the crowd.

Accompanying Ning Ying and the people from Taiching Prefecture not knowing when, had already moved aside.

Zhao Rong led Lingfei past them without pausing.

Various gazes followed them.

Ning Ying pinched a strand of hair from in front of her shoulder, twirling it gently, and after casting a casual glance at Jiang Chebai, whose face had turned red, she turned her attention back, scrutinizing Zhao Rong who had walked past her.

Ning Ying slightly lowered her head, biting her lip, her delicate hand fiddling with the black hair strand, her beautiful eyes slightly rolled up, unblinkingly watching the side profile of Zhao Rong, her gaze gradually brightening.

Next to her, Teacher Jade Hand, was watching Zhao Rong’s retreating figure with a complex expression.

Could this be the same man who not long ago had followed them “sleazily”, with a “silly” look in his eyes? She recalled the scene once again…

Could he really be Lingfei’s childhood friend, the Confucian Scholar Husband?

Zhao Rong and Lingfei’s pace was fast.

Soon, they had walked far away.

Yet the onlookers still silently watched the receding figures of the two.

Until they disappeared around the corner.

Only then did they withdraw their gazes.

Still,

for a time, the crowd remained silently still.

The Cultivators who had come just to watch the excitement looked at each other, exchanging glances.

Shortly after, all eyes, amidst strange expressions, again spontaneously turned towards Jiang Chebai.

Jiang Chebai’s ordinarily fair face was now as red as a pig’s liver.

His hair disheveled, his eyes bloodshot, blood seeping from the corners of his mouth, his teeth chattering as if in a fight, his red face covered in sweat, his fists clenched white.

Jiang Chebai’s eyes were still fixed on the direction Zhao Rong and Lingfei had left, lost in thought, and at this moment, he seemed to feel the mocking or sympathetic gazes of the crowd.

He inhaled deeply, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

Suddenly, Jiang Chebai turned around and walked slowly towards the Cold Cicada thrown harshly on the ground by a woman.

To the audience, his silhouette seemed unstable.

Rip —

When Jiang Chebai reached it and bent down to pick up the Cold Cicada, without knowing what he intended to do, he grabbed and pulled, tearing off the golden sword embroidery symbolizing the identity of a Law Enforcement Cultivator of the Tianya Sword Pavilion from his right sleeve.

In that instant.

The Cold Cicada in Jiang Chebai’s hand trembled again, its cry more plaintive than before when it had been in Lingfei’s hand.

The Cultivators’ curiosity peaked.

Yet, some frowned slightly, seemingly realizing something…

Jiang Chebai’s expression was ashen, his gaze bleak, his right hand holding the Cold Cicada upright, his left hand gripping the white fabric handle in reverse.

He faced the direction Zhao Rong had left, with the Cold Cicada.

Ning Ying slightly lifted her chin to watch, focused and waiting.

While many Cultivators felt something ominous and stepped forward, their mouths slightly open, yet they stopped their movements.

At the moment of deciding to draw the sword,

Jiang Chebai suddenly calmed down completely, and his Sword Heart also stopped shattering.

He smirked wretchedly.

The next second,

he forcefully jerked the sword upward…

However,

the sword did not come out.

Because on the shoulder of Jiang Chebai’s sword-drawing left hand, a palm had been placed.

Jiang Chebai’s expression twisted, and he let out a roar.

His left hand tried again forcefully.

Yet still, he could not pull out the Cold Cicada that he wanted to blood to silence.

The large hand on his shoulder did not budge.

Jiang Chebai slowly turned his head.

Behind him stood a man in a hemp robe with a ghostly face tattoo,

looking at him expressionlessly.

Jiang Chebai’s face was tear-stained, his voice hoarse.

“Brother Zhao, let me draw the sword, otherwise I will die.”

Zhao Qianqiu spoke softly,

“No, if you draw it, the Sword Heart will break; if not, the Sword Heart will never shatter.”

Jiang Chebai was stunned.

Zhao Qianqiu turned around, no longer looking at him, but scanned around once.

All the Cultivators his gaze met, bowed respectfully.

“Young Master of the Punishment Mansion.”

Zhao Qianqiu said nothing, stood with his hands behind his back.

Seeing this, everyone, in turn, clasped their fists and took their leave.

Zhao Qianqiu suddenly tilted his head, his gaze lingering on Ning Ying.

Ning Ying looked up at him, smiled softly, tilted her head and waved her hand, then turned around gracefully, leading a group of students from Taiching Prefecture away.

Zhao Qianqiu slightly frowned.

Before long, the crowd that had been watching the spectacle had all left.

Zhao Qianqiu turned back.

He glanced at Jiang Chebai who was still staring dumbfoundedly at the Cold Cicada.

Slap—

His body was suddenly flung out, tumbling in the air for dozens of meters before crashing to the ground and rolling uncontrollably.

Zhao Qianqiu retracted his hand, his tone calm, “That was a slap from your uncle master, and he also said, ‘Go reflect for a year on Prisoner Whale Island.'”

Zhao Qianqiu prepared to leave, walking a few steps, then suddenly stopped.

“Oh, letters to that ‘Teacher’ in the future will be delivered by me.”