My Wife Is A Sword Immortal

Chapter 279 - 279 222 You Cant Leave Either_2

?Chapter 279: Chapter 222 You Can’t Leave Either_2 Chapter 279: Chapter 222 You Can’t Leave Either_2 However, if the situation “if you can’t beat them, call for help” really occurred…

Zhao Rong, with his hands behind his back, twisted his mouth slightly and glanced sideway at Yu Huaijin, who had been silently watching him all the while.

Zhao Rong felt that as someone who held Saintly Books and exhibited the graceful ease of a scholar, it would be necessary to explain to this young lady what martial virtue meant when the time came.

Ultimately, whether Yu Huaijin might be a prodigiously talented woman whose cultivation was several realms higher than Zhao Rong’s, capable of subduing him with just a finger.

Zhao Rong scoffed. Was that likely? If there were such demonic talents, aged sixteen or seventeen and beyond the Vast Realm, wouldn’t it be better to go directly to Taiching Four Mansions for cultivation, just like Qing Jun?

As a woman, why bother struggling with the thankless task of learning Confucianism?

If not for these considerations, and she was merely at the Ascending Realm or even just the Fu Yao Realm in cultivation, Zhao Rong felt that with his current robust physique as a pure martial artist, anyone close to him would have no choice but to surrender… It would be better not to struggle. Who knows, you might even get a pretty bow tied when you’re bound.

As they faced each other, Zhao Rong mused distractedly.

The standoff between him and Yu Huaijin outside Shuaixing Hall, as time passed, also drew the attention of students inside the hall, with growing noise reaching their ears from inside.

At that moment, Yu Huaijin, who had been staring at Zhao Rong with a calm face, suddenly turned around, strode into Shuaixing Hall with a stern face without saying a word, as if she had tacitly dismissed and ignored Zhao Rong, who was clueless in his non-student attire.

Watching her receding figure, Zhao Rong slightly raised an eyebrow and thought, “As expected,” but he had no intention of gloating.

Yu Huaijin’s reasoning indeed made sense, but so did Zhao Rong’s, and he wasn’t going to compromise.

Afterward, Zhao Rong smiled at Jia Tengying, who sighed in relief and wiped the cold sweat from his brow, although he couldn’t help but steal a glance at Yu Huaijin inside the hall, sighing softly to himself.

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