My wife is a reborn big boss

Facing the approaching enemy, Wu Qiong showed no fear. With his wooden sword in hand, he launched a fierce attack! "Sword Technique Two: Reincarnation!"

The wind stopped.

The rain stopped.

The person remains still.

The whole world seemed to stand still.

Ye Qingxuan and Jie Se remained expressionless with emotion and surprise.

The pale-faced scholar still wore a smile.

The middle-aged man was still laughing wildly.

The other eleven innate beings showed no expression, as they were all masked.

The golden nanmu sword in Wu Qiong's hand seemed to transform into a giant golden rose in the air, enveloping everyone except for Ye Qingxuan, who abstained from sex.

Life flashed by like a revolving lantern, and the middle-aged man, watching the approaching sword light, sighed, "How beautiful..."

The pale-faced scholar's smile gradually softened, perhaps because he was thinking of the woman who had silently accompanied him for twenty years.

After this matter is resolved, I'll go back and give her a proper status. Thinking this, his eyes hardened: "Therefore, I cannot die here!"

boom!

The sword light covered the earth, stirring up clouds of dust.

Looking at the surrounding smoke and dust, Jie Se hesitated and asked, "Did...did it succeed?"

"No," Wu Qiong replied.

The rain intensified, and the smoke quickly dissipated.

All ten innate cultivators were injured, but... they were still standing!

Wu Qiong frowned:

Only three died... Tsk, this is troublesome.

His body can only withstand one more "Sword Two".

The middle-aged man looked at Wu Qiong with shock. He never expected that their foolproof plan would almost fail.

This kid is only at the "Unity of Heaven and Man" stage, how can he be so strong?

Without further hesitation, he said, "He's alone, let's all attack together!"

Ten innate masters attacked simultaneously, determined to kill Wu Qiong here!

Seeing this, Wu Qiong no longer hesitated and attacked again, "Sword Technique Two: Reincarnation!"

The world seemed to stand still once again.

Unfortunately... he was only at the Acquired Realm, and the same move couldn't work a second time against an enemy at the Innate Realm.

boom!

"Sword Two" withstood the combined attack of ten innate masters!

Wu Qiong flew backward and landed with difficulty. He covered his mouth with his left hand, and a lot of blood flowed from between his fingers. He was too weak to fight anymore.

The ten innate masters were also injured again, but... they still had the strength to fight again.

The middle-aged man slowly wiped the bright red blood from the corner of his mouth, his expression solemn: "To kill three and injure ten with only the cultivation of the Acquired Realm, you are a worthy opponent. If it were another time, perhaps we could have become friends, but alas..."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "To show our respect, we will still go all out. Please be careful."

The middle-aged man bowed slightly, then attacked with all his might, and the other nine people attacked at the same time!

"Brother Wu!!!!" Jie Se's eyes were bloodshot with rage. He hated himself for not being able to help Wu Qiong.

Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes in pain. He tried to forcefully gather his inner energy, but... he really had no strength left to fight.

Wu Qiong simply watched quietly, and the world seemed to slow down in his eyes.

The genetic lock has been opened.

not at all.

The seed of being a Coordinator within my brain exploded.

Nor is it.

This is just a simple revolving lantern display.

The faces of the parents, which had been blurred, gradually became clear.

He noticed the wrinkles at the corners of his mother's eyes, which weren't very noticeable.

He saw the graying temples on his father's Mediterranean-style hair.

He saw his sister...

He is an only child and has no younger sister.

He... also doesn't have a girlfriend.

Now that I think about it, did he really want to go back?

Go back to endless overtime, earn a mediocre salary, and live like a walking corpse for the rest of your life.

Maybe...maybe his parents would have had an easier life without him?

For more than a decade, he has deliberately distanced himself from the world in order to go back. If he had any attachments, would he still be able to hold on to his desire to go back?

But... in the end, there were still things to care about.

He remembered what his master had told him before he died.

That year, he was fifteen years old. One day before he left the mountain, Qu Wuming, with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, said to him gently, "Remember, we must always remain rational, because if we are moved by emotions, our hearts will soften. For the sake of peace in the world, we can use everything, so we cannot be soft-hearted. Ah Qiong, you did very well, better than your senior brother. You have graduated."

He then asked his master, "Master, have you truly never felt genuine affection?"

A hint of melancholy flickered in the master's eyes: "That's no longer important. I've made my choice. Now, I'm free..."

Qu Wuming died in front of Wu Qiong.

That day, he completed his apprenticeship.

Unfortunately, Qu Wuming was unaware that he was a time traveler, with the soul of an adult inside him.

Peace reigns in the world? He doesn't care; he just wants to go home.

Alienation from this world? He was just a passerby.

But... it's too lonely...

So when they approached him, he did not refuse.

Deliberately approach him? He's all alone, what use is there for him?

And even if he's being used, so what? He doesn't care.

The faces of the parents began to blur, and the three pretty faces gradually became clear.

"I thought we were friends." These were the words of the girl whose eyes were slightly lowered in the setting sun.

"Wu Qiong, Wu Qiong... From now on, I'll call you Brother Qiong." This was the smiling palace-dressed girl.

"What's your name?" This was the question posed by the girl with her pretty face slightly raised, tears welling in her eyes, yet a smile playing on her lips.

.........

As the figures of the ten innate masters gradually magnified in his eyes, Wu Qiong smiled.

He closed his eyes, burying his sorrow deep in his heart. When he opened his eyes, everything was calm.

"Why are they all so good to me? It's true... I don't want to let go of any of them," he murmured.

So, I can't die here!

His eyes were resolute as he raised his wooden sword. "Sword Technique Three: Rebirth."

The rain intensified.

Experts at the Innate Realm can already separate their true essence from their bodies to form protective qi, so theoretically, rainwater should not be able to come into contact with their bodies.

However, the ten innate masters were soaked through by the torrential rain.

The middle-aged man reached out and wiped the moisture from his face. Sensing something was wrong, he looked down and saw his hand was covered in bright red blood.

He looked up, staring blankly at the sky, and laughed: "So, it wasn't rain at all..."

Within a radius of a hundred feet, countless sword energies fell like a torrential rain. The dampness on their bodies was not rainwater, but blood brought out by the sword energies penetrating their bodies.

"Are all the swordsmen on the Human Ranking monsters...?" The middle-aged man collapsed in the mud, his eyes gradually losing focus.

Beside him, the pale-faced scholar lay there, a trace of resentment lingering in his lifeless eyes; he ultimately could not give that woman a promise.

As for the other innate masters, they may all be renowned figures in the martial arts world, but at this moment they can only die silently like ants.

So don't wear a mask when you fight, otherwise you'll die without even a story.

Jiese stared blankly and said, "Taoist priest... this humble monk is not dreaming, is he?"

He pinched Ye Qingxuan hard, then smiled knowingly and said, "It doesn't hurt, it was just a dream..."

He has already escaped reality.

Ye Qingxuan: "..."

That fucking hurts!

Seeing the two people standing there dumbfounded, Wu Qiong smiled arrogantly: "See? This is my complete form!"

A breeze blew by, and Wu Qiong, who was soaked to the bone, felt a little cold.

"The rain is really heavy." Wu Qiong touched his wet clothes and saw that they were red.

He looked down, his blue robe now stained crimson with blood. He rolled his eyes and cursed, "Damn it! Am I going to be stuck in a wheelchair for two years? No way..."

Then he fell down.

Bang!

It wasn't the sound of falling to the ground, but the sound of air being torn apart.

He fell into the warm embrace of a woman, and when he looked up slightly, a pair of large breasts blocked his view.

"Excuse me, could you move aside?" He reached out with trembling hands, pushing aside the two mountains in front of him, revealing a tear-streaked face behind them.

Wu Qiong forced a smile, his hand trembling as he reached out and gently stroked the top of her head, his voice tender: "You were crying the first time I saw you. Okay, stop crying."

Bai Xuanji spoke, her voice trembling, "I'm sorry I'm late."

"It's okay... I'm just a little tired, let me rest, just a little..."

His eyes slowly closed.