My Wife Is The Final Boss

Why is she here?

Is she here to see Yun Qian?

After all, it's quite normal for Gu Qiancheng to come after I've made such a big commotion.

He did have a bit of a good impression of Gu Qiancheng, the source... mostly because he had killed her little tiger, and also because Gu Qiancheng had told him that if he was in trouble, he could go to Tripod Heart Peak to find her for help?

He was never averse to people who showed him goodwill.

But...

Xu Chang'an watched as Gu Qiancheng's silhouette slowly disappeared at the end of the path, thinking that the Senior Sister had him take care of this child. He initially thought Gu Qiancheng would go to Celestial Bright Peak to bother Yun Qian, especially since she even went so far as to buy a house next to Yun Qian's.

Unexpectedly, Gu Qiancheng remained very proper, something he saw for the first time since coming up the mountain.

"Forget it."

Xu Chang'an thought now was not the time to care about outsiders. He could already see the pavilion in the distance and the silhouette of Miss Yun standing by the railing.

Xu Chang'an stopped and looked up at his umbrella.

"This umbrella..."

If Yun Qian saw it, there would be no reason for them to share one umbrella later, and if it turned into the two of them each carrying their own umbrellas walking side by side...

He wouldn't mind, but Yun Qian would certainly lose interest.

So Xu Chang'an put the umbrella into his Storage Pouch and stepped forward. As his boots fell, not a drop of water splashed up. With Spiritual Qi lifting him, he turned into a pale shadow rushing towards the pavilion.

Xu Chang'an's figure flashed continuously, each step spanning several or even ten zhang, his silhouette flickering like a ghost, leaving a bright trail with his light-colored robe in the rain.

This scene made the women secretly observing Xu Chang'an express surprise.

"Isn't he just at the Open Source stage? How can he have such a body technique?"

"This isn't a mere body technique; it's a burst of Spiritual Power..."

"Who taught him the technique of spiritual explosion?"

"He figured it out himself. The path of Spirit Road he walks is somewhat chaotic, not like someone taught him."

"He just opened his source. Where does he get so much Spiritual Qi to waste?"

"Hmm… you haven't seen him cultivate, have you? Yes, the scene was later sealed by Glazed Jade."

Few had seen the scene of such a devouring and compressing scale.

A woman murmured, "With speed comparable to the Middle Stage of Origin Realm, I indeed witnessed... It seems like we'll have to increase some parameters after the Dao Discussion Arena is rebuilt."

If Xu Chang'an could clear the levels easily without injury, what meaning would the Trial Tower have?

Xu Chang'an had no idea that his burst of speed at that moment would significantly raise the difficulty of the Trial Tower he would face later.

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After stepping onto the pavilion's corridor, Xu Chang'an finally stopped, staggering slightly and losing his balance for a moment before recovering.

Catching his breath, Xu Chang'an thought about how the Sword Step he learned from his teacher mainly focused on agile maneuvering in small spaces, used in conjunction with the longsword for maximum power... He forcibly pushed it to function as lightness skill, reaching extreme speed with full force.

But the consumption was indeed substantial.

With the Spiritual Qi compressed into liquid in his Elixir Field, nearly twenty percent of it had evaporated, and... a slight after-spasms swelling pain was creeping through the meridians in his calves.

Indeed, his current strength was still lacking significantly.

But still...

Xu Chang'an looked at his barely wet clothes and smiled.

It was worth it.

Preventing the lady from seeing him in a disheveled state is what a qualified steward, no, a husband should do.

Having cultivation be effective at this moment proved the training of Spiritual Power wasn't in vain.

He glanced at the umbrella he left for Yun Qian in the pavilion and cleared his throat.

"Miss, I'm back."

"Hmm." Yun Qian turned around upon hearing this and walked over to Xu Chang'an, gently wiping some moisture off his face.

Suddenly, Xu Chang'an stepped closer to Yun Qian, and for a moment, they were face to face, Yun Qian inclined her head slightly, her nose almost touching his, less than an inch apart.

Yun Qian was alone in the pavilion, her hair slightly disheveled.

"Shall we go?" she asked.

"Wait a moment." Xu Chang'an moved behind Yun Qian, raising his hands to straighten her clothing and hair before stepping back three steps.

In front of him, the crimson ribbon contrasted starkly with Yun Qian's long hair.

"Miss, I haven't seen you for a moment, and how come..." Xu Chang'an couldn't help but say. He always felt something about Yun Qian seemed to have changed, but he couldn't pinpoint what it was, feeling anxious inside.

"Really?" Yun Qian blinked.

Actually… it worked?

She was thinking about the matter of the teardrop mole.

If she wanted to dot a teardrop mole, she at least needed to ensure her husband wouldn't dislike it, and Liu Qingluo, who was well-liked, was a great point of reference.

So, to match her future teardrop mole, she mimicked Liu Qingluo's posture, breathing rhythm, and tone of speech.

Yun Qian always made these attempts, finding a demeanor he liked, which was not surprising.

Unexpectedly, Xu Chang'an was so sensitive to her change and... really liked it.

The fact was, Xu Chang'an indeed liked gentle girls who could evoke a desire to protect.

"You obviously like this kind of temperament... why don't you care about her?" Yun Qian asked.

"Who?"

"Miss Liu from the tavern."

"...?" Xu Chang'an was completely thrown off by Yun Qian's train of thought, utterly bewildered.

Why mention the Wine Lady?