My Wife Is The Final Boss

Chapter 1060 - 581: Pupil Technique (Two-in-One)

Li Zhibai contemplated the matter of the sword dance.

If Ms. Yun were to perform the sword dance, the primary concern would be physical stamina... However, there’s no need to rush on the matter of stamina, as Yun Qian can start by training her posture, just like Ah Qing. Just by standing there, one can see that she is a girl with a solid foundation.

And training posture doesn’t require much physical strength, so a girl as useless as Yun Qian can easily accomplish it.

As for the sword used for training... Unlike Chang’an who uses a standard longsword, women need to be nurtured with care. Besides, if she were to use an ordinary sword, Yun Qian might end up having half of her smooth black hair cut off before she even learns the sword dance.

Therefore, the best option would be a top-grade spirit sword crafted by the Profound Mirror Bureau, selecting one that can become intangible. It has weight when held, but the blade can hide its physical form, ensuring Yun Qian won’t get hurt. Moreover, her Sword Hall has some Dream Dust, and if mixed with some candy glaze for Yun Qian to consume, it could allow Yun Qian to practice the techniques she learned during the day in her dreams and receive feedback upon waking.

In this way, even if she isn’t very bright or talented, she can significantly speed up the time to learn the sword dance.

And it would be best if Chang’an is willing to let Yun Qian occasionally reside at her Sword Hall. After falling asleep, she can also help Yun Qian slowly condition her body.

This way, in the morning, she and Ms. Yun can sit together for a cup of morning tea, enjoy some breakfast... Afterwards, she can also have time to teach Yun Qian Dianzhuang, and then continue teaching her the sword dance after the makeup is applied.

"...Hmm, this seems pretty good." Li Zhibai thought of many things in an instant.

Truthfully, just the thought of such a retired life makes her very happy, thus the negative emotions that had scared Zhu Pingniang before gradually dissipated.

Zhu Pingniang breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ah Bai, what did you say is pretty good?" she asked cautiously.

"Nothing." Li Zhibai focused her gaze on the stage: "Tong Jun, what kind of half-demon is your daughter?"

She hadn’t paid much attention to Ah Qing and only vaguely knew she was of a cold-blooded nature.

"Some sort of Cyan Snake, I guess." Zhu Pingniang thought for a moment before saying, "I don’t know much about the Demon Race, it seems like it’s a Green-Scaled Snake?"

Although the Demon Race in Qing Province is quite a force, compared to the large numbers outside the Barrier, it’s just a drop in the ocean, so they aren’t really an ’internal threat’. Some of the Demon Race even have contracts with Shi Qingjun, allowing them to live peacefully in Qing Province.

For the rest, scattered and hard to completely eradicate, there’s no systematic data available, so even they can’t figure out the characteristics of the Green-Scaled Snake in such a short time.

As long as the Barrier remains, the conflicts between humans and the internal demons of Qing Province will never surface, and the eternal melody will always be between the Chaoyun Sect and the Demon Sect.

"The eyes of the Green-Scaled Snake... are they light-colored?" Li Zhibai mused on the eyes she had previously seen on Ah Qing, lost in thought.

"Aren’t they beautiful? That gentle color, as long as she stands there holding an umbrella, she’s the very image of those elegant and charming creatures in storytellers’ tales." Zhu Pingniang was quite satisfied with Ah Qing’s aura, yet Li Zhibai on the side suddenly found the term "Green-Scaled Snake" somewhat familiar.

But the age of those memories was too distant; she couldn’t recall it immediately.

She hadn’t interacted much with the Demon Race; among countless old acquaintances, she didn’t particularly mind, only saying: "Tong Jun, are all of Ah Qing’s half-demon traits concentrated in those eyes?"

If so, as long as these eyes overcome the natural decline of half-demons, their potential is significant, just like Wen Li, whose demonic bloodlines enhanced her meridians’ bloodline. Thus, she was nurtured as a war machine even before cultivation.

However, Wen Li is different. Even if Wen Li separated the demonic parts, her own Sword Dao talent still surpasses the demonic aspects, while Li Zhibai’s mention of Ah Qing referred to the exceptional potential in her half-demon eyes.

"Not entirely in her eyes." Zhu Pingniang also sighed gently: "What a pity, she still has a tiny bit of scales on her body."

Though it’s only a small bit, it has already separated her bloodlines; otherwise, just those eyes alone would have been considered a rare treasure. If she seriously cultivates the Pupil Technique, her future achievements would undoubtedly be significant.

"Pupil Technique... Anyway, I can’t learn it, I don’t have that talent." Zhu Pingniang pouted.

"It’s not that easy. I only know a bit of the basics." Li Zhibai shook her head: "To speak of Pupil Technique, that person is the one."

"What do you mean by ’that person’... Why are you being so courteous with her?" Zhu Pingniang clapped her hands: "That’s our greatest rival; what kind of attitude is that?"

Isn’t it surprising that Li Zhibai actually admired the Sect Leader of the Demon Sect—if others knew, wouldn’t they say she’s a traitor to the Chaoyun Sect?

Oh.

She wasn’t officially part of the Chaoyun Sect, and she had many admirers in the Demon Sect... So it’s fine.

"That was the one playing chess with the Sect Leader; what does it have to do with you or me?" Li Zhibai lightly shook her head: "When you ran off to cause trouble at the Demon Sect Holy Mountain and snatched their Dao Scripture, if that person had acted against you, would you have survived to this day?"

If the Sect Leader had really laid a hand, even the Sect Leader couldn’t have done anything, so the Demon Sect is the Demon Sect. Li Zhibai is still grateful to the Sect Leader for allowing Zhu Pingniang to return alive.

"She just looked down on me." Thinking of this, Zhu Pingniang couldn’t help but puff up her cheeks; for the proud Zhu Tongjun of that time, being dismissed like an ant was more unbearable than being struck down.