My Wife is A Sword God

That line, “I shall ascend to the highest peak with confidence, And behold, all the mountains beneath appear small!” only made them feel their blood boiling, a surge of heroism arose spontaneously.

“Who is it? Who is reciting poetry?” Everyone had such a question in their hearts.

“That voice, it seems to be Senior Sister Jianli’s husband.” someone murmured.

“My Sword Intent realm seems to have loosened up. I feel that given time, I will be able to enter the Sword Intent’s third level of Clear Mind!”

“I have made a breakthrough, I have entered the second level of Sword Intent!” A male disciple danced excitedly.

“Me too!”

And situations like this were happening not just in one place within the Sword Sect.

Many disciples, who had been devoted to cultivation for a long time without making progress in their Sword Intent, felt enlightened at the moment they heard Qin Feng’s poetry.

“That’s the young master’s voice, those are young master’s poems!” Lan Ningshuang exclaimed excitedly.

As soon as her voice fell, her clothes moved without wind, her waist-sheathed sword emitted a clear sword cry.

Bai Qiu and Black Charcoal Head headed toward her, feeling something unusual, and both looked at her in surprise.

“Sister Ningshuang, has your Sword Intent realm broken through?”

Lan Ningshuang widened her beautiful eyes, then nodded in delight, “Yes.”

Although her talent was not weak, she was still lacking some experience to comprehend Sword Intent third realm Clear Mind.

But unexpectedly, today she stepped into the threshold she had been dreaming of!

“However, inexplicably, why did I suddenly comprehend the Clear Mind Sword Intent?” While excited, Lan Ningshuang also murmured to herself in confusion.

“Could it be…”

All three seemed to think of something and said in unison, “It’s that poem!”

At the Sword Tomb, Yue Hexuan and the others were still frowning, observing the black flames in the sword prison.

Suddenly, they heard the sound of poetry.

“This poem…” Yue Hexuan opened his mouth, and a sense of heroism surged in his heart.

He suddenly had a kind of illusion, feeling that this poem was tailor-made for him.

“Indeed, the content of this poem is identical to my own.” Yue Hexuan shamelessly said.

Upon hearing this, the old Bai Li and the faceless man turned their heads and looked at him with disdain.

This guy is still the same as before, without any sense of shame in his heart.

“That kid.” Bai Li carefully tasted the poem and said with a smile, “Your Myriad Sword Sect has really gained a great advantage.”

Yue Hexuan was puzzled, “What do you mean by that?”

“You might as well release your aura and sense the Myriad Sword Sect.”

Yue Hexuan did so, and then widened his eyes. Under his perception, many disciples in the sect had improved their comprehension of Sword Intent.

“It turns out to be like this. I really owe that kid a favor.”

Yue Hexuan naturally knew who the poet was.

The entire Myriad Sword Sect consisted of martial artists practicing Divine Martial Arts.

Except for the black-clad boy who arrived today, who else had the ability to write such poems? Although he was happy, there were still more important things to do.

“How about it, can you figure out what this Black Flame is?” Yue Hexuan asked.

The strange black flame that could attach to the human body, greatly increase one’s strength, and yet lose consciousness had already given Bai Li a guess. He solemnly said, “This black flame comes from the Flame Gu.”

Yue Hexuan was astonished upon hearing this.

Above the clouds, Liu Jianli turned her head to look at Qin Feng. The image of him reciting poetry in the high sky deeply imprinted in her mind.

Originally, due to worry and the fear of losing, she was uneasy about facing the Heavenly Tribulation.

At the moment she heard the poem, everything suddenly calmed down.

Her crystal sword heart became clear again, even purer and more powerful than before.

And all of this was because there was someone by her side, because of the line, “Will stand at the top and overlook all the mountains.”

The world is vast, and reaching the summit is not easy.

But in order to protect the person by her side, she wants to give it a try.

After crossing the sea of clouds, the two landed on a cliff of a mountain peak.

This was the Drunken Butterfly Peak, reputedly the most beautiful peak of the Myriad Sword Sect, where the clouds funneled down into the mountain.

In the mountains and forests, the birds sing, and the fragrance of flowers fills the air, with colorful butterflies fluttering about.

Mountain springs flow, creating a clear and melodious sound.

The scenery is beautiful, but compared to the person beside him, Qin Feng feels it falls short.

“Why are you here?” Liu Jianli asked softly.

“I was worried about you, so I wanted to come and see you.” Qin Feng replied truthfully.

Liu Jianli made a soft sound of acknowledgment, and her cheeks, illuminated by the sunlight through the mist, appeared rosy.

She tightly held Qin Feng’s hand while casually lifting the strands of hair by her ear.

The two fell silent, gazing at the horizon, allowing their thoughts to drift with the clouds, feeling the tranquility of the passing years.

Love is often silent.

After a while, Qin Feng suddenly remembered something and took out a Flowing Cloud Hairpin from his pocket. “I got this for you.”

Liu Jianli lowered her head to look. It was a hairpin resembling a small sword, radiating white light, exceptionally beautiful.

Qin Feng scratched his cheek and added, “On the way to the Myriad Sword Sect, we passed by the Hundred Flowers Valley. There’s a jewelry shop with a lot of accessories. After searching for a while, I still thought this hairpin suits you the best. It’s called the Flowing Cloud Hairpin, a precious artifact. Shall I put it on for you?”

“Sure.” Liu Jianli nodded slightly and then leaned closer.

A warm breath enveloped him, and Qin Feng, feigning composure, put the hairpin on the beautiful woman.

“How is it?” Liu Jianli asked softly.

“Very beautiful.” Qin Feng stared blankly for a moment and replied truthfully. He was right; the Flowing Cloud Hairpin seemed tailor-made for Liu Jianli.

“Thank you.” Liu Jianli leaned over, and her lips, soft as before, pressed against his, just like that night.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

“It’s time to go.” Liu Jianli spoke softly, her words tinged with reluctance.

The sun has set over the mountains and the night is rising.

She didn’t want to leave but had to.

The Heavenly Tribulation is just around the corner, and preparation must be made in advance.

Previously, the turmoil in her heart due to missing someone made it impossible to control the array of ten thousand swords.

But today, upon seeing the person she longed for, this feeling of longing finally found a place to settle.

“Alright.” Qin Feng nodded.

Led by Liu Jianli, the two stepped through the night and arrived outside the house where guests were accommodated at the Myriad Sword Sect.

Inside the house, the fire flickered, and a few shadows moved. It seemed that the old man and his group had returned.

“When will you start the Heavenly Tribulation?” Qin Feng asked with concern.

“Based on the current situation, at most, within three days,” Liu Jianli truthfully replied. After three days, no matter what, the Heavenly Tribulation would inevitably descend!

“How confident are you in overcoming the tribulation?” Qin Feng asked again.

The two locked eyes, and Liu Jianli did not answer the question.

She was not good at lying.

Not wanting the person in front of her to worry too much, she responded with silence.

But she didn’t know that this silent silence had already conveyed a lot.

At the moment of parting, Qin Feng took a deep breath and said, “Promise me, you will safely overcome the heavenly tribulation.”

“You will become the youngest third-grade sword god in the history of the Great Qian Dynasty.”

“You will reach the pinnacle of the sword path.”

“You will return to Jinyang City with me.”

Liu Jianli hesitated for a moment, her eyes filled with subtle emotions, and she replied softly, “I promise you.”

As the words fell, the figure in white floated away.

Qin Feng looked in the direction where his wife’s figure disappeared into the night sky and stood silently for a long time.

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