My wife is a reborn big boss

"Fairy Maiden, I would like to have my fortune told." Wu Qiong said solemnly.

The Taoist nun stared at him for a long time, her brows furrowing slightly, and murmured, "Strange..."

"Fairy Maiden, don't you need to write a word or something?" Wu Qiong asked curiously.

"This is a physiognomy reading. But it's strange..." She seemed to have discovered something incomprehensible.

"Wh...what's wrong?" Wu Qiong swallowed hard, asking nervously.

Am I destined to be forever without financial luck? That can't be right; I make money pretty quickly, but I just spend it just as fast.

"Your fortune is like flowing water, coming and going quickly. You will never have to worry about food and clothing in your life, but you will never be able to accumulate wealth," the nun said listlessly, reverting to her usual languid demeanor.

"That's good, that's good..." Wu Qiong breathed a sigh of relief, then asked, "Then what is it that the fairy is wondering about?"

The Taoist nun raised an eyebrow: "I took a look at your fortune while I was at it."

"It's strange. You were famous a few years ago, then disappeared for more than a decade. After that, you will encounter the biggest hurdle in your life. If you can't get over it, you will disappear. But that will also be the most brilliant moment of your life."

Wu Qiong was horrified: "Does this mean I won't live for many more years?"

"No, that was your original fortune." The Taoist nun shook her head, her expression serious. "But eight years ago, something seemed to have happened that completely changed your fortune, and it changed twice more recently. Now, I can no longer see your fortune clearly."

Eight years ago?

Wu Qiong pondered, what had happened eight years ago?

Could it be that he defeated the top twenty on the leaderboard overnight? Or...?

Did he meet the young Empress at that time?

Forget it, since my luck has already changed, I'll stop thinking about it.

"Fairy Maiden, I have another question," Wu Qiong asked, "Could you please tell me about my marriage prospects?"

The two women, Su and Li, as well as the magical conch shell, all became nervous.

"So he's a womanizer after all." The Taoist nun said lazily, "Alright, alright, what can I do when I'm doing this for free?"

A faint golden light appeared around her pupils as she stared intently at Wu Qiong's face, muttering to herself.

"This, this is!" The Taoist nun suddenly exclaimed in shock, "Pfft cough..."

Suddenly her eyes became bloodshot and turned bright red, and she couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

Wu Qiong was startled: "Fairy! Fairy, are you alright, Fairy!"

The nun covered her mouth, sat on the ground, and suddenly took several meters back, staring at him warily: "Benefactor, please stay away from my path."

"Um... Fairy, are you alright?" Wu Qiong asked awkwardly.

"Cough." The nun coughed up blood again and explained, "I don't know why, but just when I was about to calculate your marriage, I was suddenly attacked by the Heavenly Dao. It seems that the Heavenly Dao does not want me to reveal the secrets of Heaven, so it is using this to warn me."

"Huh? Predicting my marriage fate can lead to a backlash from Heaven?! What's going on?!" Wu Qiong was completely dumbfounded.

Did Heaven not want this Taoist nun to spoil the plot?

"I don't know either." The nun wiped her mouth, stood up, and hurriedly packed up her stall. "All I know is that you, benefactor, are bound to have many troubles. Getting involved with you will only bring trouble. I just want to live a life of mediocrity. Farewell!"

She carried an umbrella and a banner, and fled in panic.

Actually, after suffering a backlash from the heavens, she couldn't help but cast a divination for herself. The divination told her that if she continued to talk to the person in front of her, her future would be very exciting.

However, all she wanted was a peaceful life as a salted fisherman.

So she wisely decided to stop contacting the man, thinking that she would be safe once he left.

Wu Qiong pursed his lips and didn't ask her name.

He's not stupid. He has Xiaobai and Shi'er standing right next to him, and the magical conch shell is on his person. Why make himself uncomfortable?

Su and Li didn't react much. Judging from how the Taoist nun avoided Wu Qiong like the plague, she probably wasn't the same guy who had been entangled with Wu Qiong for so long in their previous life.

"Brother Poor, what are we going to do now? Go watch the preliminary rounds?" Li Jianshi asked.

"There's nothing to see here," Wu Qiong said dejectedly. "If I can't commentate on the preliminary rounds, how am I supposed to cultivate the Dao of Water? Since I can't do Water, I might as well go back to sleep and conserve my energy for the main Water competition tomorrow."

"Brother Wu, you truly never forget your cultivation. This humble monk admires you," Jie Se said with a smile.

The group left in the opposite direction from the arena.

.........

The next day, at the martial arts arena.

Ye Qingxuan frowned, his mind elsewhere.

Seeing this, Wu Qiong asked, "Brother Dao, what happened?"

They had just finished breakfast and arrived at the competition venue. They were about to ask Ye Qingxuan about the competition arrangements when they saw him standing there, deep in thought.

Ye Qingxuan sighed: "One of the contestants has gone missing."

Jie Se raised an eyebrow and asked, "What is your identity?"

He always gets to the heart of the matter at a glance.

Ye Qingxuan replied, "One of the contestants who failed in the preliminary round yesterday was not a disciple of our sect, but a male from outside the sect."

Wu Qiong's chrysanthemum tightened, and he guessed, "Could it be that he was captured by a lecherous thief?"

"..." Ye Qingxuan said helplessly, "Brother Wu, why would a lecherous thief grab a man..."

Then he said with even more helplessness, "Alas, you have led me astray. Under the Taiqing Sect, which lecherous thief would dare to come... Never mind, maybe he was just wandering around Taiqing City and then left on his own."

"Alright." Wu Qiong put the matter out of his mind; he was more concerned about his ten-tael commentary job: "What are the rules for today's main competition? Could you give me a brief introduction?"

Ye Qingxuan nodded: "There are a total of ninety-six contestants who have entered the main competition. The main competition will be held entirely on the main arena. The competition will be one-on-one. The rules are that as long as you don't kill or cripple someone, including breaking their arms or legs, or destroying their dantian, anything else is fine."

"So casual?" Wu Qiong asked in surprise. "Not to mention that only 96 out of thousands of people who participated in the preliminary rounds made it to the main competition, there are no restrictions on methods in the main competition. Does that mean that poison and hidden weapons are allowed? That's not appropriate, after all, it's just a martial arts competition."

"The main reason is that in the past, during the sect's major competitions, the disciples would fight each other head-on, so there weren't any rules. Therefore, this year's main competition will continue with the old rules. But if anyone thinks they can use hidden weapons or poison..." Ye Qingxuan smiled gently, "We won't interfere if someone comes to seek revenge afterward."

Sure enough, the people of the Taiqing Sect weren't very magnanimous.

Wu Qiong glanced at the commentary booth: "Seriously, isn't there any amplification equipment or something?"

"Just shout using your internal energy," Ye Qingxuan replied readily.

It seems that making ten taels of silver a game isn't so easy.

"Amitabha, Brother Wu, you are a master of innate cultivation, and you can draw upon the primordial energy of heaven and earth. But I am in a sorry state and can only rely on myself." Jie Se shook his head and sighed.

Wu Qiong asked curiously, "Master, are you going to give an explanation too?"

Jiese smiled and said, "Yes, the Taoist priest's hospitality is too much for this humble monk to refuse."

"Is it really okay for a monk like you to be commentating on a match between young Taoist priests in a Taoist monastery?" Wu Qiong asked doubtfully.

Given the extent of his complaints about quitting pornography, he was afraid he would be beaten to death.

"Brother Wu, don't worry. With you in front, they won't notice this humble monk," said Abstinence calmly.

With Wu Qiong, who was known for not being able to read people's expressions, drawing fire in front, he was confident that he would be fine.

"So, how much do you get paid for commentating on a game?"

"Eleven taels of silver."

"Fuck you!"