My Wife Is The Final Boss-Chapter 695 - 0397 The Proper Miss Zhu (Two-in-One)_2
There are also water droplets floating around Xu Chang’an.
Seeing the immense amount of Water Spiritual Power emanating from him, Zhu Pingniang withdrew her Pupil Technique, unable to hide her surprise.
Indeed, it is the Open Source Realm.
But this amount of spiritual power... just how much spiritual power can he summon from his elixir field?
Yet recalling what Li Zhibai described about the scale of the spiritual power vortex over Xu Chang’an during cultivation, it seemed expected.
This brat, always pretending to be inconspicuous, but when he makes a move, doesn’t everything become evident? When he competes, who won’t see that he’s no ordinary Open Source Realm?
Forget it, let her personally verify what might draw the sect leader’s attention, the peculiarities of youth.
"Hoo..." Xu Chang’an exhaled softly.
He was also testing the limits of his body’s ability to endure Sword Qi. Clearly, there was already some tingling on his skin, yet he increased the speed of Sword Qi storage.
The rain fell anew on his body, but this time he absorbed it slowly, which was just the beginning. The water vapor originally filling the room gathered around the long sword, rapidly being reabsorbed by Xu Chang’an.
Soon, the moist room turned dry, even Zhu Pingniang felt uncomfortable.
"Tsk." Zhu Pingniang looked at him.
Emitted and absorbed back again.
He’s a perceptive boy, realizing these dispersed spiritual powers were wasted. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦
Remarkably, he almost instantly learned how to control every bit of spiritual power.
"No wonder he’s Ah Bai’s student," Zhu Pingniang smiled at him, "And now I know why you want a good sword."
As Xu Chang’an’s breathing grew slower, a green Sword Aura rose from the long sword.
"Crack."
On the white blade’s edge, faint cracks appeared.
It had reached its limit.
Xu Chang’an opened his eyes somewhat regretfully.
He could still hold on for a while, but the sword couldn’t.
"Let sister see your skills." Zhu Pingniang crossed her arms, watching Xu Chang’an with interest.
Actually, to Zhu Pingniang, the scene was no different than child’s play. She just verified that the Water Spiritual Power gathered by Xu Chang’an was very different from the rain outside.
At least, the water Xu Chang’an condensed couldn’t penetrate the barrier on her body.
For a moment, Zhu Pingniang couldn’t help but wonder if the rain was related to him or... if he just kept it low-key?
A bit unclear.
Zhu Pingniang didn’t have more time to think.
Because Xu Chang’an drew his sword.
With one swing, accompanied by a crisp cracking sound, the standard longsword completely turned to dust.
The sword rang around.
Sword Aura soared to the sky.
The sword light, light blue in color, was interspersed with some vibrant water vapor. Just a glance could make one feel the huge spiritual power contained within.
After swinging this sword, Xu Chang’an gasped heavily, lowered his head to recuperate, and paid no attention to anything else.
"Alright, being able to do this is already quite astonishing."
Zhu Pingniang sighed, a black and white ripple dispersed from her, as if time stopped, even the Sword Aura Xu Chang’an released froze in mid-air.
Zhu Pingniang approached gently, extended her finger, and poked the suspended sword aura.
"Hmm..."
Impressive?
It could probably split stone now, even cut through Chaoyun Sect’s White Jade in one strike.
For Xu Chang’an at this realm, it’s undeniably impressive.
But Zhu Pingniang herself, faced with it, felt somewhat puzzled because Xu Chang’an’s Sword Aura was too much like Wen Li’s, lacking Wen Li’s piercing sharpness and weighty presence.
Even due to the water vapor, there was not just an absence of destructive aura, but a peculiar mellowness, entirely veiling its edge.
Gentle as jade?
Zhu Pingniang found the term quite fitting.
"..."
Helpless.
Gentleman’s Sword?
Zhu Pingniang’s initial interest was mostly lost.
The gap was one thing.
Not seeing the unique flavor in Xu Chang’an’s technique was another.
Not sensing the similarity between his spiritual power and the rain was a third.
Of course, most importantly, this kid didn’t even have the intention of making her an "enemy."
Making the Sword Qi seem like it expended great effort, but rather than opposing, it was more like showing her his learned knowledge.
The moderate Sword Qi made Zhu Pingniang deeply aware of her "elder" status in Xu Chang’an’s mind.
Reflecting on how unreliable she often was... she couldn’t help but feel guilty and ashamed.
What’s she even doing?
Forget it.
Since she’s an elder, if she doesn’t properly guide the younger generation, she’ll lose sleep tonight.
Zhu Pingniang lightly stamped her embroidered shoes on the ground, a momentary glimmer flashed from her, violent energy like a tide compressed onto Xu Chang’an, a terrifying aura engulfed him, causing his energy and blood to churn.
Originally mellow sword light was entirely devoured by Zhu Pingniang’s aura, vanished into the air, as if never existing.
She wouldn’t harm her younger generation, as the aura enveloped Xu Chang’an, it instead turned into a drizzle, instantly restoring his stamina to peak, along with relieving his originally sore meridians.
"Well done, but... lacking some harshness." Zhu Pingniang thought for a moment, still refrained from praising Xu Chang’an. Although there was much to commend, there are others to give those praises, she rarely spoke seriously with Xu Chang’an, it might as well be sharp.
"Against you... where would harshness come from." Xu Chang’an was helpless, he inherently held no intent to act.
"Enough nonsense, don’t you know the principle of fullness leading to loss, excess spilling over? You pressured your body to the utmost, losing three points of strength."
Zhu Pingniang glanced at Xu Chang’an, forcibly patient as she explained some shortcomings from his sword swing, watching Xu Chang’an showing understanding, Zhu Pingniang shook her head, unhurried.
After a while.
Xu Chang’an returned to his senses, assimilated Zhu Pingniang’s pointed-out issues, and bowed in respect.
Zhu Pingniang’s guidance was invaluable to him, nearly all spot-on.
"Look at you, all serious," Zhu Pingniang smiled, stretched lazily, eyes adorned with a trace of allure once more, "Chang’an... hasn’t sister quite shown a few aspects of a proper elder?"
Xu Chang’an: "..."
He wanted to nod.
He truly felt a bit regretful because when Senior Zhu got serious, she was indeed a good teacher.
"What’s there to regret." Zhu Pingniang’s mouth twitched slightly.
Hmph.
"Forget it, after all, sister is a senior, must teach you something, can’t always fool around... then guide you a bit more, show a few sword techniques."
Upon hearing this, Xu Chang’an’s eyes lit up, and he retrieved an ordinary longsword.
Silver sword light flashed, his every move was sharp and clean, making Zhu Pingniang nod slightly.
Compared to accumulating Sword Qi for long-range attack, Xu Chang’an was evidently better at understanding sword techniques, calm and stable, upright in posture, steady in steps, obviously having put in hard effort.
The problem remained the same.
"Why do your sword techniques have such a strong atmosphere of Wen’er? Not only the moves, spiritual power control, and exertion are identical." Zhu Pingniang fixedly stared at him.
"I learned a lot from senior sister," Xu Chang’an sheathed his sword, standing upright, with no intention of arguing, just somewhat nervous, "Is this... not good?"
For a beginner, why would aimless guessing outmatch the senior sister’s teachings?
Li Zhibai taught him the basics, but the rest was all guided by Wen Li.
But hearing Zhu Pingniang say so, he indeed felt nervous.
Could it be... just like the novels read in past lives, one must carve out their own "Sword Dao," can’t just follow senior sister’s lessons?
"It’s naturally good, just... competing with Wen’er," Zhu Pingniang snorted.
"Taught by Ah Bai, yet your aura disconnected from Ah Bai, how about you simply take Wen Li as your mentor, she quite likes you after all."
Xu Chang’an: "..."
Ms. Zhu, that’s unreasonable.
