My wife is a reborn big boss

"Sigh, who will go and call Xiaoyu'er?" Master Ziyang puffed on his cigarette.

He felt exhausted. How did he end up with such a disciple? Look at Xiao Xuanzi and Xiao Ling'er, they're both so obedient! But this Xiao Yu'er... why is he so useless?

"Master, I heard you were looking for me?" A lazy voice interrupted Master Ziyang's thoughts.

Everyone turned around and saw a girl standing there listlessly, wearing a loose, light blue Taoist robe, with slightly slumped shoulders, carrying a paper umbrella in her hand.

It was the same Taoist nun who told Wu Qiong's fortune.

"Didn't I tell you not to use 'Luotu Qimen' indiscriminately? Trying to probe the secrets of heaven will bring divine retribution." Master Ziyang said with a worried expression as he smoked his cigarette.

His apprentice is good at everything, except for two things.

One is lazy, the other likes to investigate the secrets of heaven.

"I didn't calculate it that deeply," Zhang Yu smiled. "Master, what did you want to see me about?"

Her surname is Zhang, and her given name is Yu.

"It's nothing serious," Master Ziyang said, puffing on his pipe. "It's just that Little Ling'er wants to spar with you."

"Huh? Let's not." Zhang Yu said with a bitter face, "I'm no match for Junior Sister Zhao. Why don't you let her spar with Senior Brother Ye?"

"But she chose you." Master Ziyang pondered for a moment, then exhaled a puff of green smoke. "How about this: if you agree to spar with her, I will not stop you from doing whatever you want afterward, except for betraying Taiqing."

Anyway, given her personality, Master Ziyang never intended for her to shoulder any important responsibilities within the sect.

"Alright, alright..." Zhang Yu sighed, turned around and jumped onto the arena, looking at Zhao Xiling weakly and said, "Junior Sister Zhao, you must go easy on her."

"I will do my best," Zhao Xiling said earnestly. "And please, Senior Sister Zhang, don't hold back."

Zhang Yu pursed his lips: "We'll see."

At this moment, in the commentary booth.

Wu Qiong looked at the two women facing each other and asked in surprise, "Brother Daoist, is this fairy maiden your junior sister?"

"I'm sorry to have made you laugh, Brother Wu." Ye Qingxuan said with a smile, "To be honest, Brother Wu, Junior Sister Zhang is actually the number one young person in the Taiqing Sect. It's just that she is too lazy, so the position of future sect leader fell to me."

"Oh?" Li Jianshi's eyes flickered. "I wonder... what's this Junior Sister Zhang's name?"

Ye Qingxuan said gently, "Junior Sister's Daoist name is Qingfeng, her surname is Zhang, and her given name is Yu."

"!!!"

Li Jianshi's eyes widened, then she gritted her teeth: "So it was her..."

Despite all our precautions, we still couldn't prevent it!

The Taoist nun who had a complicated relationship with Wu Qiong in her past life was named Zhang Yu!

Upon hearing this, the young woman's eyes turned cold.

She sized up the light blue figure in the arena, plotting how to eliminate her silently.

The magical conch shell fell silent, and no one knew what Her Majesty the Queen was thinking.

"Zhang Yu? What a great name!" Wu Qiong exclaimed.

The name reminded him of a man who didn't fit this version.

But this fortune teller was far more accurate than that man!

"Poor brother, are you interested in her?" Li Jianshi asked casually.

"It's just that her name is quite unique," Wu Qiong denied.

"However..." he stroked his chin, "I am actually quite interested in her fortune-telling skills."

Upon hearing this, Li Jianshi suddenly tensed up. She had heard that if a man becomes curious about a woman, he is not far from falling in love with her.

"Amitabha." At this moment, Jie Se stepped forward, his hands clasped together, his expression solemn: "Brother Wu, haven't I told you before? Fortune telling is all superstition, it's all a money-making scheme."

"But I think her calculations were pretty accurate," Wu Qiong retorted. "And it was free! She even vomited blood, really vomited blood!"

Li Jianshi pouted: "Poor brother, free things are the most expensive."

"Can......"

"It's all fake, fake," the little white girl interrupted Wu Qiong. "The vomiting blood is fake. It's all props she prepared in advance."

The two of them really went to great lengths to dispel Wu Qiong's curiosity.

"Fine..." Wu Qiong said helplessly.

How come these guys are more anti-superstitious than him, a youth who grew up under the red flag?

As for why he believes in this, one can only say that he was once an atheist, until he time-traveled...

However, time travel might be explained scientifically, but he's a terrible student and has no idea about it.

Wu Qiong put all that aside and asked Ye Qingxuan, "Brother Dao, you said that Zhang Xiangu is the number one among the younger generation of your Taiqing Sect, but why don't I feel that way?"

Ye Qingxuan is only one step away from the Innate Realm, the Heart Forging Formation is missing. Zhang Yu is even more powerful than him, could he already be an Innate Realm expert?

But he couldn't sense any spiritual energy around Zhang Yu. Could it be... that this Daoist nun is even more powerful than him, Wu Qiong? That can't be right.

Ye Qingxuan smiled mysteriously: "You'll see when you see it."

Li Jianshi wished she could kill him with a sword. What if all this secrecy really piqued the poor brother's interest?

Wu Qiong nodded: "Then I'll have to take a good look."

At this moment, in the very center of the arena.

Zhang Yu, with a paper umbrella slung over his shoulder, said lazily, "Come on, junior sister, don't be so polite with your senior sister. Let's finish this quickly so I can go back for my afternoon nap."

Zhao Xiling gritted her teeth slightly: "Senior sister, I'm sorry to offend you!"

The words were spoken! The sword was drawn! The man made his move!

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Xiling appeared within ten feet of Zhang Yu!

And the long sword in her hand was only 0.01 centimeters away from Zhang Yu's throat!

But after a quarter of an incense stick's time... the tip of the sword was still only 0.01 centimeters away from her throat!

Zhang Yu was only slightly faster than Zhao Xiling, but that slight difference meant that no matter how she changed the direction of her sword, she could never touch Zhang Yu.

"Junior sister, push harder! Don't embarrass our Taiqing Sect!" Zhang Yu said weakly as he dodged.

Zhao Xiling pursed her lips tightly, and a black and white yin-yang fish appeared beneath her feet!

She channeled her energy into her arm, and black and white threads spread across it, condensing into two chains that shot out from the tip of the sword!

Ximen Ji, watching from the commentary booth, tensed up and blurted out, "That trick again!"

He was deeply impressed by the move that defeated him.

"Your Junior Sister Zhao is not bad either." Wu Qiong nodded and said to Ye Qingxuan, "It seems that she is only one step away from the Innate Realm, namely the Heart Forging Formation."

"Brother Wu, you'll see when you look down," Ye Qingxuan said with a gentle smile.

In the arena, Zhang Yu suddenly retreated, raised the paper umbrella in his hand, and with a gentle wave, shattered the flying two-colored chains!

"Junior sister, this isn't enough. Do you have any more powerful moves? I'm almost falling asleep." Zhang Yu looked dejected and almost yawned.

Although she did it unintentionally, her nonchalant expression coupled with her sarcastic words ultimately caused Zhao Xiling to lose her composure.

"I have one last move, please give me your feedback, Senior Sister!" Zhao Xiling said, enunciating each word clearly.

She gritted her teeth slightly, and four chains appeared around her body!

Then, despite her physical discomfort, she controlled the four chains to shoot out, heading straight for Zhang Yu's face!

Zhang Yu sighed: "Junior sister, don't say that your senior sister never gave you a chance."

She hoisted the paper umbrella back onto her shoulder, gently gripped the handle with her jade-like hand, and suddenly drew it out, "Two Elements - Slaying the Sun and Moon!"

Four chains pierced through the paper umbrella, but Zhang Yu had already rushed in front of Zhao Xiling, a long sword with a thin blade held against her neck.

"Umbrella... Umbrella sword?" Wu Qiong stared in disbelief.

Of course, what surprised him was not the umbrella sword, nor Zhang Yu's innate realm strength, but the Dharma image that vaguely appeared behind her.

It was a black and white mythical beast, but Wu Qiong felt it looked familiar, so he thought about it carefully.

That's just a panda!