My Wife is A Sword God

“Huh? The heavenly phenomena have changed.” Sitting cross-legged on the stone platform, dressed in grey robes with messy facial hair, Shen Li looked up at the sky and muttered.

Through his eyes, the starry sky seemed to reveal a different scene.

A bright star was steadily descending, marking a turning point in the disintegration of the Western Regions.

But when he tried to find out who was behind the shining star, a powerful force obscured the heavenly secrets.

Shen Li slowly stood up and turned towards the Imperial City and sighed, “Master, is this another contingency plan you’ve left behind?”

The emptiness shimmered and a black shadow appeared out of nowhere and asked, “Will there be any changes to the plan in the western regions?”

Shen Li shook his head, “Only the outcome in the Western Regions has changed, which doesn’t concern us much. However, we may have to sacrifice some of our own.”

“It doesn’t matter. Sacrifices are inevitable for the greater cause,” the black shadow said coldly.

“Very well.” After a pause, Shen Li spoke again, curious: “I have always been puzzled. Your divination skills are obviously superior to mine, so why did you specifically rescue me from the Ninefold Prison?”

“When you first saw me in the Imperial City, you already had suspicions in your heart. Why ask if you already know?” the Shadow replied.

“Is that really the case? No wonder I sensed a familiar aura on you.” 

“You and the Master fought from afar, blocking the heavenly secrets, and then you had me help you divine the whereabouts of the demons and spirits of the Night of the Divine Feast. Now, besides the remnant souls swallowed by Mao Yin, there should only be one thing left for you to find, right?”

“Exactly, it’s the spine of the Demons and Gods. And I already know where it is, but it’s not yet time to retrieve it,” 

Shen Li’s eyes revealed a longing. “I hope the day you successfully awaken the gods and demons will show me a different outcome.”

“That’s why I wanted to recruit you. How are the preparations for melting the Dragon Vein going?” the shadow continued.

“It will take some time, but one thing puzzles me: awakening Mao Yin, taking his soul, was our original goal. Why use the Dragon Vein and Mao Yin’s Netherfire to open the Netherworld? This unnecessary step will only bring trouble.”

“Just a few things I wanted to confirm in advance,” the dark figure said coldly.

“And you’ve asked a lot of questions today, don’t forget our initial agreement,” the shadow continued.

“Within the organisation, just concentrate on doing your own part,” Shen Li murmured.

“As long as you understand,” the voice faded, and the shadow stepped into the void, then disappeared.

Only Shen Li remained, staring blankly at the spot where the other had disappeared, lost in thought.

He ran a hand through his dishevelled hair and muttered to himself, “Ah, Teacher, what exactly are you planning?”

In the main hall of Qin Mansion In Jinyang City, the Second Mother, who was eating, put down her utensils with a worried expression. “It’s fine for An’er to go out to train with the Divine General, but why does Feng’er have to go everywhere?” 

“General Lie has gone to the western regions to fight demons and ghosts. Master, why would Feng’er want to join in the battle?”

“A good man seeks his opportunities far and wide. Those two can’t just stay at home all the time, can they? That wouldn’t be much different from being young ladies,” Father Qin said with satisfaction.

“The Qin family has been in decline for so long, and I haven’t seen Master make any effort to change that. Why should An’er and Feng’er take such a risk?” Second Mother replied tearfully.

Father Qin’s expression stiffened at her words, the chopsticks in his hand freezing in mid-air. After a moment, he coughed and said, “Madam, why bring this up for no reason?”

“I’m just a woman of the house, and I’ve never asked for much. Even during those difficult days in Jinyang City, as long as the family was together, it was enough for me.”

“Whether the Qin family will shine again is irrelevant to me. As long as I see An’er and Feng’er marry, have children, and live their lives in peace, I’ll have no regrets even if I die.”

“But let me tell you, the Qin family just moved back to Imperial City with great difficulty. Why can’t they settle down?”

“An’er sent a letter the other day, and every word in it made me worry.”

“With the world outside in such chaos, who knows when I, with my white hair, will have to send off those with black hair?”

Seeing Madam shed tears, Qin Jian’an comforted her, “An’er is being guarded by Divine General, nothing will happen to him.” 

“As for Feng’er, with the Military War Duke Army and General Lie by his side, not to mention Jianli and Feilan accompanying him, there’s no need to worry. You can relax.”

Hearing this, Second Mother nodded, some of the worry fading from her brow, though her eyes remained red.

Father Qin sighed at the sight.

Suddenly, a few drops of tea splashed from the cup beside him, forming a row of small characters on the table.

Father Qin frowned, but quickly composed himself.

With a sweep of his right hand, the water stains on the table disappeared.

As dinner time approached, Father Qin said, “By the way, Madam, I’ve recently thought of a new way to make money. I may not be at the Qin residence for the next few days, so I wanted to inform you in advance.”

Second Mother raised her eyebrows and said sharply, “I think it’s because An’er and Feng’er are following you, they’re always restless, that’s why they’re wandering around.”

“Feng’er’s business is getting bigger and bigger. The money Manager Peng brings in from the Divine Workshop every month is enough for the Qin family to live in peace for many years. Why do you have to keep running around? Besides, after all these years, haven’t you realised that you have no talent for business?”

“Madam, this time is different. This time I will definitely hold my head high!” Father Qin reached out to hold Second Mother’s hand and say something nice, but she immediately pushed him away.

With a tearful voice, the Second Mother said, “Don’t touch me. You will sleep in the guest room tonight.”

Father Qin stopped dead in his tracks.

The candles in the guest room of the Qin Mansion were extinguished, casting a dim light.

However, no one knew that the guest room was already empty.

At the top of the Heavenly Tower in the Grand Literature Academy, the National Teacher of the Heavenly Tower, dressed in white with white hair, looked at a strand of black hair in his hand, his eyes deep and profound.

A gust of night wind blew, and Father Qin’s figure appeared next to the Heavenly Tower National Teacher.

“Old man, before Feng’er left the Imperial City, I came to ask you if this westward journey would be dangerous. How did you answer then?” His tone clearly indicated that he was asking with authority.

“This journey holds some surprises, but no danger, it’s harmless,” the National Teacher of the Heavenly Tower replied quietly.

“If there’s no danger, why did you mention a threat to life?” Qin Jian’an growled.

The Heavenly Tower National Teacher turned his head, looked faintly and said, “This is exactly why I called you here.”

Qin Jian’an took a deep breath and suppressed his anger. He understood that he had been calculated by this old man.

“Where is Feng’er now?”

“In the western region, in Tushan.”

Upon hearing this, Father Qin was about to leave directly, but then he heard the Heavenly Tower National Teacher speak again, “He is not in danger now. If you want him to avoid danger, you can go and wait somewhere.”