My Wife is A Sword God

When Lan Ningshuang and Black Charcoal Head heard this, they both sighed, “Young Master’s idea is good, but unfortunately, it’s too difficult to implement.”

“Yeah.” Qin Feng took a deep breath.

At this moment, the old man spoke, “Where there’s a will there is a way.”

Qin Feng was immediately stunned. This mentor of his never spoke without purpose. Suddenly saying these words, could it be that there was a real possibility?

He thought of the serious matter that the master and the Senior Sword Emperor had discussed last night.

He thought about the fact that the Sword Emperor sent his daughter Bai Qiu to the Myriad Sword Sect to learn swordsmanship.

A bold idea suddenly formed in his mind.

“Could it be that the Myriad Sword Sect and the Sword Emperor City had long ago thought of spreading their martial arts to the outside world? And Bai Qiu coming to the Myriad Sword Sect to learn swordsmanship, which was the opportunity?”

Although his wife had previously told him that the Sect Master accepted Bai Qiu as a direct disciple to seize the title of the Sword Emperor, Qin Feng always felt that this explanation was hard to believe.

The figure standing in front of the stone tablet still appeared in his mind and could not be dissipated.

The original intention of establishing the Myriad Sword Sect and the countless names engraved on the monument also made him unable to let go for a long time.

From the bottom of his heart, he hoped that the three great sword sects could merge and teach martial arts outward.

If it could really be achieved, other sects and martial arts families could not remain indifferent.

Perhaps one day, most people could reach the high realm of divine martial arts, and by then, humanity would not have to live in fear under the threat of demons and ghosts.

“Young Master, Young Master?” Lan Ningshuang called out.

“Ah? What’s wrong?” Qin Feng snapped back to reality.

“Why are you daydreaming? If you don’t drink this porridge soon, it will get cold.”

“Oh, okay.”

Qin Feng picked up the porridge, took a sip, and the words “Where there’s a will there’s a way” what the old man said became more and more clear in his mind.

Unfortunately, his abilities were limited. Even if he wanted to bring about such a situation, he was willing but powerless.

In the town outside the ethereal peaks, two figures walked through the crowd towards the direction of the Myriad Sword Sect.

On the bustling street, people came and went, but strangely, no one could touch these two individuals.

It was as if an invisible barrier surrounded them, keeping everyone else at bay.

Listening to the noisy voices around him, Li Luo curiously asked, “Who leaked the news about the Battle Of Swords, and why do so many people already know about it?”

Nan Tianlong thought of the somewhat unreliable master of the Myriad Sword Sect but didn’t answer the question. He just glanced at the young man with sympathy in his eyes.

“Master, why are you looking at me like this?” Li Luo sensed the strange gaze and asked in confusion.

“Just do your best in the Battle Of Swords this time.” Nan Tianlong replied evasively.

Hearing this, Li Luo crossed his arms across his chest and said confidently, “I will not only give my all, but I also want to let the world know that the Military House is the number one martial sect among the three sword sects!”

Nan Tianlong remained non-committal and changed the subject, “It is said that this time, Lian Jianli’s husband has also come to the Myriad Sword Sect.”

“Lian Jianli’s husband?” Li Luo exclaimed.

“Yes, and moreover, Lian Jianli’s meridian damage was healed by her husband.”

Upon hearing this, Li Luo’s expression became even more shocked. “Then I must go and see what her husband looks like.”

Nan Tianlong raised an eyebrow, and his memory returned to the tavern in Qiyuan City. The black-clothed figure singing interesting songs was still vivid in his mind.

With his identity and abilities, he had long known about Qin Feng’s information. Otherwise, the letter of appointment would not have fallen into his hands.

“I’m still the same arrogant young man as before. I haven’t changed at all. Time is just a test. The faith planted in my heart has not diminished at all.” Qin Feng hummed a song while a water stream traced a graceful arc in the sky.

He shook his body, fastened his belt, and walked back toward the hall.

Along the way, he saw frost that had not completely melted on the surface of stones by the roadside, recalling the black-robed figure holding a divine sword in mid-air last night.

“Bai Wushuang and My Wife being called a sword genius is indeed extraordinary. If the Sword Emperor hadn’t arrived in time, I don’t know how amazing the power of the Ice Shadow Sword would have been when it was displayed.”

He originally thought that in this sword-fighting competition, Madam already had the victory in hand, but things seemed not as simple as he had imagined.

“Under a famous name, there are no mediocre individuals. Bai Wushuang is indeed strong. The young genius from the Martial House, his strength should not be lacking.”

“Although my wife has flicked him away with a single finger in the past, after so much time has passed, who knows how much stronger the opponent has become.”

“I hope this time, my wife can flick him away within three moves.” sighed Qin Feng.

Upon returning, Black Charcoal Head was practicing the Martial Qi Control Art outside the guest house.

A strange voice echoed in the hall, obviously a newcomer.

Qin Feng curiously asked, “Who is here?”

Xing Sheng put down the long spear in his hand and replied, “It’s a young man in white clothes, carrying a large sword case on his back. He should be someone from the Martial House.”

“Martial world? Why would he come here for no reason?”

“It seems he’s here to look for the young lady, but I don’t know the details.” Black Charcoal Head shook his head.

Qin Feng understood and walked towards the hall. Approaching the door, he suddenly heard the words “Ghost Soldier Sword Box” in their conversation!

“The Ghost Soldier Sword Box, lost for a hundred years in the martial world? Is the young man from the Martial House?” Qin Feng quickened his pace, eager to see the appearance of the other person.

Upon stepping into the room, he immediately saw the figure sitting at the table, a stranger but with a somewhat familiar silhouette.

Wearing white clothes, a black headband tied around the head, carrying a large sword box engraved with exquisite sword patterns – seven in total upon closer inspection.

‘Why does this sword case feel like I’ve seen it somewhere before?’ Qin Feng raised an eyebrow, starting to recall in detail.

“Brother-In-Law.” Lan Ningshuang greeted.

“Hmm?” The young man in white, who was talking, turned around, then widened his eyes, “It’s you?!”

Naturally, Li Luo remembered this person. In the tavern in Qiyuan City, this person was humming arrogant lyrics and even called him ‘Little Brother’ back then!

Qin Feng also recognized Li Luo and exclaimed, “Are you the martial prodigy who was brought to tears by my wife with just a finger poking your nose?!”

Oh no, Qin Feng’s face stiffened as he accidentally blurted out his inner thoughts. He cautiously looked at the other person.

The young man clenched his fists, and the veins on his forehead pulsated.

The others also cast surprised glances.

“Sorry, I spoke too hastily.” Qin Feng apologized.

The young man remained silent. He took a few deep breaths and opened his right hand into a fist.

As a burst of energy swept through, accompanied by a heavy sound, the large sword sheath slammed onto the ground, and cracks spread like a spider web.

Seven sword patterns on the surface of the sheath lit up in sequence!

Qin Feng sensed something was wrong and nervously asked, “What are you going to do?”

The young man said with emphasis, “Today, I must properly teach you a lesson!”

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