My Wife Is The Final Boss-Chapter 830 - 465: Pear Blossom Scroll (Double-Length)
There are many people under the heavens who love swords.
For example, Yun Qian loves swords very much, but now, as the girl is weak, her sword is not hanging at her waist, nor on her back, nor in her hand.
She keeps the sword in her heart, and someday she will store it along with the treasures she wants to remember in what is most important to her—her "Treasure Vault."
Thus, Yun Qian loves swords, loves the Sword Dao... because Xu Chang’an loves it too, even if to Xu Chang’an, the so-called sword has always been just a tool, but love is love.
It’s just that, in Yun Qian’s case, there is a slight issue with the definition of "sword."
That is, in her eyes, a sword is only a sword when held by Xu Chang’an, only then could she love it... Otherwise, it’s no different from the weeds by the roadside.
Hence, an absurd yet reasonable thing arises—the standard longsword in Xu Chang’an’s hand is far above the so-called "Sword Dao" in the Taixu Realm.
As for Wen Li, she is the kind of girl Xu Chang’an is willing to look up to and respect.
So.
Yun Qian listened as the banquet hall gradually came alive, watched the girls return from outside, and took a gentle sip from her teacup.
As I’ve said, this has nothing to do with Miss Guan Yun.
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A wisp of sword intent surrounded Wen Li, her eyes a bit unfocused, as if she were lost in thought.
Because of her state, although Zhu Tongjun of the Taixu Realm had already been constructed by Li Zhibai, he did not urge Wen Li.
Li Zhibai seemed to notice that Wen Li wasn’t spacing out but adjusting her state.
She wanted to adjust herself entirely, both physically and mentally, to the best condition in order to face the trial that was destined to fall in her junior brother’s eyes.
Wen Li knew she was a cold and solitary person, so sometimes she wondered... Does the word loneliness mean anything to her?
The so-called loneliness is no more than a subjective awareness of the feeling of isolation and estrangement from others or senior sisters, and it’s not an objective experience.
So, logically speaking, whether one feels lonely or not, outsiders cannot define it. Even if she always seemed to be alone, as long as she believed she wasn’t lonely, that was the reality.
Wen Li never considered herself a lonely person. The so-called loneliness is an emotion only generated after enjoying bustling crowds.
To her, waking up to go to the battlefield was normal, and having never experienced the mundane as a half-demon, she naturally couldn’t understand loneliness.
This mentality hadn’t changed since her ascent to Muyu Peak, because... her life was too fulfilling, so fulfilling that she had no energy to dwell on such things.
However, after the arrival of her junior brother, Wen Li gradually realized something, that even if she didn’t consider herself lonely, having someone to quietly listen to her was of great significance.
So, gradually, Wen Li began to share some of her thoughts with him.
Obviously, her junior brother wasn’t someone who always just acquiesced, so inevitably there would be disagreements. Sometimes the responses she got from him made her happy, but sometimes they left her less so.
But even the things that made her less happy would dissipate completely when she next saw her junior brother playing with Li Hua.
The sword intent slowly surrounded her body.
Wen Li opened her eyes, looking at the hand that she used to wield the sword.
From when did she realize she wasn’t a lonely person but someone who had gotten used to loneliness?
She didn’t know.
Wen Li thought maybe it was the moment she inadvertently learned her junior brother had a wife in the mortal world?
A girl without a maiden’s heart cannot comprehend the emotion of ’jealousy.’ Though Wen Li gradually developed thoughts belonging to a young girl, she still couldn’t learn to be jealous but rather liked the junior sister Yun who could look at her with calm eyes.
Emotions are truly complex.
Wen Li thought she really couldn’t see clearly how she felt about her junior brother, but that’s also a trait of being ’human.’
Being a bit confused is better than being a tool.
At least long ago, Wen Li no longer questioned the significance of her time as a half-demon, for what lay before her was a path of brambles to overcome. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚
"Master Li." Wen Li grasped the longsword with a calm gaze, "I still consider the sword a tool to achieve my goals. Is this wrong?"
Li Zhibai: "..."
This is beyond me.
Even Li Zhibai, after realizing this point, upon seeing the mountain-like sword intent beside Wen Li... felt only strangeness.
She seemed to sense that the glory belonging to the Sword Dao in the Heavenly Dao was continuously infusing and pouring into Wen Li, making her increasingly powerful.
But the problem was, Wen Li showed no respect for the Sword Dao.
Under normal circumstances, she would certainly rebut Wen Li... but the various anomalies proved to Li Zhibai that Wen Li’s view of the sword as a tool wasn’t wrong at all.
Her existence is correct.
But Li Zhibai also knew very well that if those who studied Wen Li’s Sword Dao also adopted her lack of reverence for the sword... there would be no possibility of progress.
To hold the sword in reverence was an extremely important principle, as Li Zhibai’s experiences with the Profound Mirror Bureau had taught her.
Yet, Wen Li before her was the best counter-evidence to this.
So, even Li Zhibai, facing the irrefutable evidence, could only nod her head.
