My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 137 - 122 Dragon Ship and Dragon Raises Its Head

Chapter 137: Chapter 122 Dragon Ship and Dragon Raises Its Head

Chapter 137 -122 Dragon Ship and Dragon Raises Its Head

Zhao Rong took Su Xiaoxiao along the Li River, which was straight as a horizontal line.

Heading northward.

After walking for three days, the constant sound of the rushing river accompanied them day and night.

Unceasing and endless.

One day, the pair found themselves walking along the riverside.

“Look, Zhao Lang, look quickly!”

Su Xiaoxiao suddenly shook Zhao Rong’s arm, hopping excitedly as she pointed ahead.

Zhao Rong raised his eyes to look.

There in the midst of the vast river stood a solitary mountain, rising abruptly between the waters.

The rolling river waters swirled around it.

It was a speck of “green” amidst the vast yellow waters of the river.

Extremely conspicuous.

“That’s Little Solitary Mountain, one of the few mountain ferry ports in the Li River. Let’s go.”

Though the journey looked short, it took them another two days to approach it.

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Only when getting closer did Zhao Rong realize that despite the mountain’s isolation in the river, its surroundings were bustling with activity.

Cultivators in strange attire were jostling shoulders on the mountain.

The banks were even busier, with goods and ships bustling to and fro.

It must be the current mountain marketplace scene in Wangque Continent that had caused the Li River, normally an alternative path for local mountaineers, to flourish several times over.

This was still the case even though the Li River was only suitable for one-way travel from south to north.

Looking around, Zhao Rong led the ever-curious Su Xiaoxiao onto a boat to the lone island in the river. After paying a fee in Spirit Stones, they both landed on Little Solitary Mountain.

Little Solitary Mountain was nearly identical to other mountain marketplaces Zhao Rong had visited, but there was an unusual aspect to it—it had a significant population of aquatic demons, who could often be seen mingling with the constant stream of pedestrians, all of whom seemed to take their presence for granted.

With a specific purpose in mind, Zhao Rong guided Su Xiaoxiao through the mountain, eventually locating a merchant guild named “Zhongxiu Pavilion” at the heart of a bustling central street.

Zhao Rong looked up at it.

The building, with its vermilion pillars and intricately carved beam frames, exuded elegance and grandeur.

He stepped inside and went straight to the counter, casually displaying a certain token.

Upon seeing it, the merchant guild’s steward at the counter was slightly shocked and respectfully asked them to wait a moment before he hurried upstairs.

Zhao Rong looked around, spotting many familiar Spiritual Objects in the store.

From Zhongnan Mountain.

Back when Lin Wenruo learned that he was going to the Li River to find a boat, he had handed him a token.

With a smile, Lin Wenruo had said that if Zhao Rong needed any help, he could visit the mountain marketplaces and find Zhongxiu Pavilion.

If he encountered any minor troubles on Wangque Continent in the future, he could also seek out Zhongxiu Pavilion for assistance—though, Lin Wenruo had seriously added that if it were serious trouble, Zhao Rong should stay far away from him and Zhongxiu Pavilion…

Zhao Rong chuckled.

He wondered what Lin Wen was up to now, huh, he probably planted his thrice-a-year rice again, right?

As for Zhongxiu Pavilion, Lin Wenruo had briefly mentioned a few things.

It was a merchant guild that had been around for a thousand years.

However, a thousand years was not considered very ancient for mountain guilds.

Thanks to the treasures of Zhongnan Mountain, Zhongxiu Pavilion ranked in the middle among the many merchant guilds of Wangque Continent’s mountaintop markets.

Zhao Rong estimated that it was somewhat similar to the Qingfeng Pavilion where he had purchased boat tickets before, except that Zhongxiu Pavilion did not include ferry services among its business operations.

On the face of it, it dealt mainly in the sale of cultivation-related Spiritual Objects from Zhongnan Mountain, while also dabbling in the trade of information in private.

Although it could not compete with the major merchant guilds of Wangque Continent, its size was still considerable. In the northern mountaintop markets of Wangque, it had branches in nearly eighty percent of them.

Originally, Zhongxiu Pavilion was co-owned by Chongxu Temple, the Zhongnan Imperial Family, the Lin family from Lanxi, and a mix of various other noble families from Zhongnan Country.

However, Chongxu Temple had already turned to ashes in the hands of Zhao Rong and Lin Wenruo, becoming a thing of the past in that great fire.

As a result, the largest shareholder Chongxu Temple’s shares were divided among the victors.

The Lin family from Lanxi seized the meatiest share, becoming the new leader of Zhongxiu Pavilion.

As Zhao Rong was lost in thought, a middle-aged fat man hurried downstairs from above, followed by a group of people.

Zhao Rong took a look and thought this must be the shopkeeper of this branch.

True to his guess, the fat shopkeeper approached Zhao Rong, hurriedly introduced himself, and then cautiously took the token from Zhao Rong’s hand to examine it.

It was a personal seal with someone’s characters etched onto it.

After scrutinizing the seal and confirming its authenticity, the shopkeeper treated Zhao Rong and Su Xiaoxiao with the utmost respect and attention, now fully alert.

Zhao Rong expressed his intention with a warm smile.

He had just visited several merchants in hopes of buying tickets to Du You City, but they were all sold out. Thus, he had come here seeking help as a last resort.

Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper relaxed, assuring Zhao Rong with a smile that he need not worry. He explained that although passengers were indeed numerous and tickets hard to come by, special channels could still secure a ticket.

Consequently, Zhao Rong and his companion stayed on Little Solitary Mountain for a few days.

Before long, they secured two precious tickets.

Seven days later,

The boat arrived.

Zhao Rong and Su Xiaoxiao boarded on time.

This was a Dragon Ship, one hundred and twenty zhang in length and twenty-one zhang in width, with dozens of decks and a thousand cabins, offering vast space.

Traveling atop the Li River, it appeared like a towering mountain floating on the water.

Zhao Rong and Su Xiaoxiao still had adjacent rooms, just like when they first officially met on the Qingfeng Pavilion’s ferry; however, the rooms were much larger this time.

Originally, Su Xiaoxiao had wanted the two of them to stay in the same room, but Zhao Rong quickly intervened to prevent this perilous suggestion that could cost a person their life.

It was better to stay in separate quarters, allowing for some private space, after all, they were close enough that if needed, visiting each other was easy.

Otherwise, spending all day together in the same room not only made it easy to lose self-control, but also risked neglecting everything else.

The young girl looked at him with grievance in her eyes, but after being embraced and coaxed by Zhao Rong, she reluctantly agreed.

As for the cost of the boat tickets, the chubby shopkeeper had originally planned to cover for Zhao Rong and Su Xiaoxiao, but Zhao Rong declined with a smile.

Two tickets for the dragon ship cost a total of sixteen lower-grade Spirit Stones.

Initially, after all his expenses on the journey, Zhao Rong was left with only four lower-grade Spirit Stones.

However, before parting ways with Liu Sanbian in Great Wei, Liu Sanbian had placed all of his Spirit Stones into a Sumeru Object and given it to Zhao Rong.

So, after purchasing the dragon ship tickets, Zhao Rong had a total of one middle-grade Spirit Stone and eighteen lower-grade Spirit Stones left.

The dragon ship set sail.

In the twilight of the evening, it accelerated smoothly along the rushing waters of the Li River.

The rapid currents of the Li River made the ship sail as if it was flying.

Zhao Rong could feel the speed described as “the light boat has passed through thousands of mountains.”

On the deck under the setting sun.

Zhao Rong squinted into the distance.

Next was to follow the current straight down, heading north.

The destination, Du You City.

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On a sunny morning.

Zhao Rong was pulled out by Su Xiaoxiao from the room to appreciate the river scenery.

Originally, he was meditating and reading, but Su Xiaoxiao kept knocking on the door.

Before opening the door to this silly girl, she had agreed to just sit and watch him and not to disrupt him… and yet, in the end, he was dragged out by her to play.

The ship had been sailing for almost half a month, and he wondered how she could still not tire of the vast expanse of river water.

On the deck, in front of the railings.

A couple hugged each other intimately.

Su Xiaoxiao leaned into Zhao Rong’s embrace, tilting her head upward like a lark chirping away.

Zhao Rong was dressed in a simple blue robe, while Su Xiaoxiao wore the Daoist costume she had donned when impersonating “Lan Yuqing” in Great Wei Liangjing.

This was Zhao Rong’s request.

Of course, it was not for any perverse pleasure, but rather Zhao Rong had some other considerations.

Just to be safe, he had her wear the Heavenly Immortal Cave Clothes on board, which could shield her Demon Race aura.

The two were deep in the throes of love.

As a fox clan female, Su Xiaoxiao was emotional and sensitive, and she was at an age where her romantic feelings were just beginning to blossom.

Therefore, she only wished not to be separated from her lover even for a moment.

She was extremely fond of Zhao Rong.

She didn’t want to let him out of her sight for a second, akin to how he filled her mind.

During these days on the ship, Su Xiaoxiao ran to Zhao Rong’s room every night.

And during the day, Zhao Rong needed to engage in cultivation and reading, barely managing to send her away.

But after a short while, Su Xiaoxiao couldn’t bear the feeling of emptiness and restlessness without him, tilting her small head as she concocted all sorts of fanciful reasons to seek him out.

This time her reason was that after reading for a while, she needed to rest her eyes and balance work with leisure.

Yet Zhao Rong had barely flipped through two pages…

Su Xiaoxiao’s large eyes stared unblinkingly at Zhao Rong, her pretty smile captivating.

“Zhao Lang, do you like it when I wear these clothes, dressing up as a Daoist nun?”

Zhao Rong seriously replied, “Baby, you look beautiful in anything you wear, I like it all.”

“Hehe, you’re always so sweet to me.”

Su Xiaoxiao wrapped her arms around Zhao Rong’s waist, burying her small head in his chest.

Biting her lip, she listened to his strong heartbeat.

Zhao Rong felt a bit helpless.

She was a bit too clingy.

But… it felt pretty good.

Suddenly.

Zhao Rong’s expression changed, and he looked around.

Because his keen senses noticed that the sound of the waves in the surrounding river… seemed to have increased.

At that moment, Zhao Rong and Su Xiaoxiao were on the less crowded stern deck, he was facing towards the bow.

The next second.

Zhao Rong inexplicably turned his head back.

And saw.

On the river surface not too far away.

There suddenly appeared a pair of… sinister bloodshot eyes.

The dragon raised its head.