My wife is a reborn big boss

"Why..." Zhao Xiling asked.

Why can't she move?

Zhang Yu took out a handleless paper umbrella from the shrine and stuck the slender sword in it: "Look down at the ground."

Zhao Xiling slowly lowered her head, and black and white yin-yang fish slowly appeared on the ground, covering the entire arena!

Then, black and white chains identical to her own appeared on her body, and these chains were densely bound to her.

"Senior Sister..." Zhao Xiling said with a wistful expression, "So you've already reached the Innate Realm..."

"No problem, no problem," Zhang Yu waved his hand dismissively.

"Senior sister, how did you pass the Heart Forging Formation?" Zhao Xiling asked curiously.

She didn't feel jealous at all; she was simply inferior in skill and accepted her defeat willingly.

The Taiqing Sect does not have any useless people who can't win in a direct fight but hold grudges.

"It's nothing," Zhang Yu yawned. "I'll just take a nap and it'll be over."

She slumped her shoulders and continued, "I have no desires or wants, I just drift along, so the Heart-Forging Bureau isn't a big deal to me."

For a typical otaku who's like a salted fish, as long as they eat and drink well, and have a bottle of soda, passing a Heart-Forging Bureau is a piece of cake.

"I lost," Zhao Xiling sighed.

She lost not only in terms of martial arts skills, but also in terms of her mindset.

It's true that liking someone can affect your mood, so it's better to be single.

From the commentary booth, Wu Qiong sighed, "Brother Dao, I actually feel that Zhang Xiangu is more suitable to be the leader of the Taiqing Sect than you. After all, her state of mind is more in line with the Daoist philosophy of tranquility and non-action. As for her unreliable personality..."

He chuckled, "It's no big deal. After all, Master Ziyang wasn't exactly reliable either, yet he still served as sect leader for decades, didn't he?"

"Young friend, speaking ill of others behind their backs will incur divine retribution." Master Ziyang appeared behind him again at some point.

"Oh my god!" Wu Qiong exclaimed in surprise, "Daoist Master, please make some noise when you walk next time, I'm scared."

"Hehe." Master Ziyang took a puff of his pipe, smiling without saying a word.

"Master." The two Daoist nuns, Zhang and Zhao, who had finished their competition, also came up.

Zhang Yu's expression changed when she saw Wu Qiong. She subtly retreated behind Zhao Xiling and asked, "Is there anything else? If not, I'll go back to sleep."

"There is something," Master Ziyang put down his pipe and sighed. "It's not good for people to go missing every day. What if people start spreading rumors that our Taiqing Sect is killing people to cover it up? Although I frequent brothels and gamble, I would never kill someone for no reason."

It turns out he knew that killing and gambling were wrong.

"Since your sect is so busy, we will not disturb you any longer. Farewell." Wu Qiong bowed and turned to leave.

He could already smell trouble.

Moreover, ever since Zhang Yu arrived, Xiao Bai and Shi'er have inexplicably shown hostility towards her.

Wu Qiong didn't want to clash with the Taiqing Sect, so it was best to take the two of them and leave first.

Although he didn't know where their hostility came from, it certainly piqued his interest.

But in order to avoid dying from the woodcutter's knife, he decided to suppress his curiosity.

But just as he turned to leave, a long, strong hand pressed down on his shoulder.

"Young friend, we still need your help with this matter."

Wu Qiong tried to circulate his qi, but found that the hand on his shoulder was as steady as Mount Tai, and he couldn't move it at all: "Daoist, why bother? Your Taiqing Sect is full of talented people, do you need me for such a trivial matter? Just treat me like a fart and let me go."

He really didn't want to get into trouble.

"Ah, young friend, please come with me. This old Daoist has something I'd like to discuss with you." Master Ziyang exerted a little force, pulling Wu Qiong ten feet away.

"Taoist Master, why are you making things difficult for me..." Wu Qiong took out a magical conch shell from his pocket, deciding to shift the blame: "Taoist Master, look at this."

"It looks like a magical conch shell, but it's actually used for communication. The Empress of the Great Zhou Dynasty is on the other side of the conch shell. As long as you input the energy of heaven and earth into it, she can hear your voice, even if you are thousands of miles apart."

Master Ziyang, with a pipe dangling from his lips and a sidelong glance, looked as if to say, "Are you kidding me?"

"You must believe me!" Wu Qiong decided to prove he wasn't lying. He channeled his inner energy into the device: "Hello, Your Majesty? Is Your Majesty there?"

The magical conch shell did not react at all.

"..." Wu Qiong's face turned ashen.

Bai Xuanji! You bastard, you actually tricked me!

"Hehe." Master Ziyang exhaled a smoke ring. "It looks like a conch shell, and it really is a conch shell. Young friend, do you think this old Daoist is foolish?"

Faced with the overwhelming power emanating from the "Daoist Natural Realm," Wu Qiong did not back down: "I'm sorry, I was wrong. I shouldn't have lied to you. Please tell me what's on your mind."

Sometimes, when faced with power, it's wise to back down.

"I won't take advantage of you." Master Ziyang took out the "Taiqing Glazed Pendant" from the Divine Palace and stuffed it into Wu Qiong's hand: "Didn't you want this thing? I'm giving it to you in advance. Consider it your salary."

After saying that, he saw Wu Qiong holding the "Taiqing Glazed Pendant" up to the sunlight and couldn't help but twitch his lips: "Don't worry, it's real."

"Oh." Wu Qiong silently tossed the "Taiqing Glazed Pendant" into the Divine Palace.

So you know there are counterfeit products being sold outside.

Hmm? He seems to have suddenly realized the truth.

Could it be that the souvenirs sold by Master Kapukong originated from Master Ziyang?

It's terrifying to think about! It's terrifying to think about!

"Master, aren't you afraid I'll run away with the 'Taiqing Glazed Pendant'?" Wu Qiong asked, puzzled.

Based on his understanding of his own character, there was no reason why Master Ziyang would trust him so much.

Master Ziyang took a puff of his cigarette and chuckled, "Do you dare?"

"I wouldn't dare," Wu Qiong replied honestly.

"Alas... In truth, this old Taoist neither likes smoking pipes nor frequenting brothels, and he detests gambling even more," sighed Master Ziyang.

"Um... what do you want to say?" Wu Qiong asked, puzzled.

What's wrong with this old Taoist priest? Why is he saying all this?

Master Ziyang ignored him and continued speaking to himself, "The reason this old Taoist smokes, frequents brothels, and gambles is simply to avoid forgetting some people."

He looked at the pipe in his hand: "This pipe was left to me by my master. Back then, he led his uncles and fellow disciples north to fight against the barbarians. Before he left, he left behind his pipe, which he never parted with, saying that he wouldn't have time on the battlefield and would smoke it when he returned."

But he never came back.

"And then there's Senior Brother Zixu. He used to love gambling. He would place bets on everything, and even losing every time couldn't dampen his spirits."

"Before he left, he bet that everyone would not be able to return safely, saying that he would repay the bet when they came back, but... this time he actually won the bet."

"And then there's Senior Brother Zicheng. His favorite drink in his life was 'A Dream of Yellow Millet' from Yuhualou. But when he left, Yuhualou had already sold out of wine. He said he would drink to his heart's content when he returned from the North... but he never came back."

"The old Taoist priest simply doesn't want to forget them."

"Old people tend to reminisce about the past." Master Ziyang wiped his eyes. "Young friend, after hearing my story, can't you help this lonely old man?"

Wu Qiong, who had been silent all along, slowly spoke: "Daoist Master, I have only one question."

"Go ahead and speak."

"If I help your sect resolve this matter, then... could you return the four thousand seven hundred taels of silver I lost to you?"

Master Ziyang: "..."

Wu Qiong: "..."

Master Ziyang: "No."