My wife is a reborn big boss

Under everyone's gaze, Wu Qiong walked to Li Jianshi's side and squatted down to examine the palace-dressed girl's injuries as if no one else was around.

Fortunately, the girl was unharmed.

Wu Qiong breathed a sigh of relief, looked up, and found Miss Li staring at his face with a smile in her eyes.

"Is there something on my face?" Wu Qiong felt uncomfortable being stared at and subconsciously wiped his face with his sleeve.

"Nothing at all, I'm just happy." Miss Li shook her head, her voice soft and charming, as if it could drip water.

Wu Qiong turned his head awkwardly and said softly, "I'm sorry I didn't step forward immediately."

He thought Miss Li was happy that he had stepped forward to save her.

Shi'er shook her head without answering, her dark eyes simply smiling as she looked at him, as if the only person in the world was the man before her, completely forgetting that a powerful enemy still existed and the crisis was not over.

She was happy, simply because she was happy for her poor brother.

In her previous life, Wu Qiong was content with a simple life, and only she knew how incredibly talented her Qiong brother was.

Seeing Wu Qiong step forward, she knew that the timeline had changed the moment he did. This Wu Qiong would undoubtedly shine brightly in this life.

So she was happy.

Wu Qiong coughed awkwardly twice, stood up, turned around and quickly walked towards Murong Shengxue, who was lying on the ground as if she had lost her soul.

Approaching Murong Shengxue, who was lying on the ground, he lowered his head and mocked, "Brother Murong, you're really embarrassing yourself. You couldn't even withstand a single move from him."

Murong Shengxue struggled to lift his head, looking at the young man before him, a glimmer of hope rekindling in his previously dull eyes. His lips trembled as he slowly spoke, "Brother Wu...you said...'The Xiaoxiang Sword' isn't used like this. Could it be...you know the Xiaoxiang Sword Technique of 'Sword Rain on Xiaoxiang'?"

His tone was hopeful.

Wu Qiong shook his head: "I don't know any of that 'Xiaoxiang Sword Technique'." Seeing that the hope that had been burning in Murong Shengxue's eyes was about to be extinguished again, he continued:

"Not only do I not know any of the 'Xiaoxiang Sword Technique,' I don't know 'Sword Rain in Xiaoxiang' either."

Murong Shengxue seemed to have realized something and asked urgently, "Could it be that you are the successor of 'Sword Rain in Xiaoxiang'?"

Wu Qiong didn't answer, but turned around, looked at the bewildered middle-aged swordsman not far away, and laughed loudly: "Shall we continue this unfinished battle?"

The middle-aged swordsman gripped his longsword tightly with a serious expression, his cautious demeanor suggesting he was facing a top-ranked expert rather than a young man who had not yet reached the Innate Realm.

"What kind of swordsmanship is that?"

Wu Qiong scoffed, "Want to learn? Too bad I won't teach you. Besides, you can't even recognize the 'Sword Rain of Xiaoxiang' sword technique, yet you dare to pretend to be someone else?"

The middle-aged swordsman ignored the sarcasm in his words and asked intently, "You're saying this is the 'Sword Rain of Xiaoxiang' sword technique? How old are you?"

Wu Qiong smiled slightly: "I am twenty-four years old."

The middle-aged swordsman spoke: "The 'Sword Rain of Xiaoxiang' defeated all twenty of the top ranks of the martial arts world in one night eight years ago. You..."

Not far away, Master Xuanjue chanted a Buddhist prayer and said loudly, "Perhaps this young hero is a successor of 'Sword Rain in Xiaoxiang,' the same move will naturally have different power in different hands."

The reason why Master Xuanjue risked his life to speak up for Wu Qiong was not because he was a nice guy, but because the hope brought by Murong Shengxue had been shattered, and Wu Qiong was the new hope. Regardless of whether he was the successor of "Sword Rain in Xiaoxiang", everyone present firmly believed that he was. At least before he was defeated by the middle-aged swordsman, he was the successor of "Sword Rain in Xiaoxiang", or at least he was!

Wu Qiong ignored Master Xuanjue and replied, "Have you ever seen 'Sword Rain in the Xiang River' make a move?"

The middle-aged swordsman asked curiously, "Those top-ranked experts who witnessed 'Sword Rain in Xiaoxiang' back then all remain silent. How can I possibly meet them?"

"Do you know how he got his nickname? When he makes a move, it's like a storm, instantly unleashing countless sword strikes at an extremely fast speed. Because of the speed, the hundreds of sword strikes he unleashes in an instant are both as violent as a storm and as continuous as a gentle breeze."

"Could it be that 'Sword Rain in Xiaoxiang' got its name from this?"

"That's right, but the reason why 'Sword Rain in Xiaoxiang' is invincible on the rankings is not because of his swordsmanship, but because of his indomitable spirit and his confidence that he is the strongest swordsman in the world. It is this confidence and his undefeated record that forged his supreme sword heart, making him the only swordsman in thousands of years who can defeat a master swordsman who is at the acquired level."

The middle-aged man seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world: "The acquired can defeat the innate? Ha!"

Wu Qiong chuckled without answering, lightly stroking the "Poetry and Prose" scroll at his waist with his right hand, then drew his sword and attacked fiercely!

Sword No. 2: Reincarnation!

Time seemed to stand still.

The wind no longer blows.

The clouds no longer drift.

The square, which was packed with people, was completely silent.

The middle-aged swordsman looked around, while the crowd in the square remained motionless, each with a different expression and posture.

He watched for a while and found it interesting.

Looking at the different expressions and actions of different people, he couldn't help but try to guess the story behind each person.

The young swordsman over there stared stubbornly at them, his teeth clenched. Perhaps he was cheering on his opponent?

The girl beside him merely looked up at his profile, a slight blush on her face. Was this girl perhaps his childhood sweetheart, his junior sister, who had come with their master this time?

The middle-aged swordsmen couldn't help but search for their master.

Oh, there it is.

Behind them, a dignified-looking, square-faced middle-aged man was now fleeing in panic.

Tch, what a spineless coward.

Turn your head and continue watching.

What was that monk's name again? Oh right, it was Xuanjue. I heard he was the most respected monk in Anzhou, practicing the Ten Virtues daily, and all those he killed were heinous criminals. I wonder...did he ever secretly drink alcohol or eat meat? I really want to know.

That kid next to me is so devilishly handsome! He's more like beautiful than handsome. Is he a woman dressed as a man? No, he has an Adam's apple. To have such a stunning son, I wonder what kind of divine beings his parents must be? I really want to know.

Looking up, I saw birds in the air flapping their wings in a dodging motion, while a vulture swooped down behind me, poised to pounce on its prey. Could it escape? I really wanted to know.

Time had never felt so long, and he couldn't help but start reminiscing about the past.

I wonder if anyone still peeks at Widow Lin, the prettiest woman in the village when I was a child, while she was bathing?

Xiao Fang, my childhood sweetheart, I wonder what kind of person she married?

I want to know! I really want to know!

I must live!

He gripped the sword tightly, his eyes gradually hardening.

Looking up, what greeted my eyes was a sky full of sword-like rain.

So beautiful...

The wind keeps blowing, and the clouds keep drifting.

The young swordsman's face flushed as he watched the tense battle unfold, while his childhood sweetheart, his junior sister, looked on with a dazed expression.

Time began to flow, as if nothing had happened.

The middle-aged man remained calm; he had one last question to ask the figure with his back to him.

"So you really are the successor of 'Sword Rain in Xiaoxiang'..."

Wu Qiong shook his head: "I'm not."

"No?" The middle-aged swordsman lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then suddenly looked up. "It's been eight years since 'Sword Rain on the Xiaoxiang River' topped the Human Ranking! You're so young..."

Wu Qiong calmly said, "After that night, 'Sword Rain in Xiaoxiang' drifted away and left the martial world..."

He slowly turned around:

"I am 'Sword Rain in Xiaoxiang'. That year, I was sixteen years old, and she was twelve years old. She cried and laughed as soon as she saw me. She was such a strange girl."

Confusion! Shock! Doubt! Disbelief!

A gasp came from the surrounding crowd, but it was quickly suppressed.

No one spoke again. The young figure in the center of the square seemed to have lost the ability to speak, his mind blank.

"Is there anything else you want to ask?" The former number one on the list of people, the legendary "Sword Rain of Xiaoxiang," asked in a calm tone.

"That's all." The middle-aged swordsman breathed a sigh of relief and said with a sense of relief.

Wu Qiong nodded, ignoring him, and turned to walk towards Li Jianshi. Behind him, blood splattered, resembling a blooming blood plum blossom.

On the ground, only the middle-aged swordsman, whose head remained intact, was barely clinging to life thanks to the powerful vital energy of a master of innate cultivation.

He wasn't thinking about revenge; the last vestige of consciousness in his mind was indeed:

"As the first Innate Realm cultivator in thousands of years to be defeated by a Post-Heaven Realm martial artist, am I about to become famous? Unfortunately, I won't even be able to leave behind a complete corpse..."