I Have a Sword Immortal Wife

When Zhao Rong opened his eyes, he found himself in a bridal chamber decorated with red candles and festive paper-cut windows.

Right in front of him, on the wedding bed, sat a bride in a phoenix coronet and ceremonial robe, her head covered with a red veil.

Zhao Rong rubbed his sleepy eyes. Wait, I’ve become a groom? Oh, a live-in son-in-law, at that. Got it.

He adjusted his facial expression, preparing to give a crooked smile. Hold on… huh? Something’s off.

The bride is my childhood sweetheart! And she secretly loves me? Oh, in that case, everything’s fine. This feels just right.

Zhao Rong happily stepped forward and lifted the red veil. Hey, hey, wife, why are you running away?

In a chaotic era, as the tides of the times swept forward, scholar Zhao Rong stepped up to face them. Not only did he need to chase after the footsteps of his childhood sweetheart, the Sword Immortal wife, but he also wanted to witness firsthand the great debates of the Hundred Schools that engulfed much of the cultivation world…