My Wife Is The Final Boss

The air was filled with the scent of women’s rouge and powder, and though these fragrances weren’t always delightful after being inhaled for too long... at that moment, Shi Qingjun was able to quietly remain in such an atmosphere. She, who was supposed to be untouched by dust, found her clothes permeated with various women’s rouge scents, as if... she had already blended into this place.

I like it a lot.

A feeling of unspeakable affection.

Shi Qingjun had already forgotten when was the last time she felt such affection... Perhaps it was the first time she decisively severed ties with the mundane, promoting from [Shi Qingjun] to [Immortal Chaoyun].

But at this moment, as she watched people come and go, and some women dressed in extremely "improper" ways approached, she unexpectedly felt a sense of closeness, as if... she had once again severed the identity named "Immortal Chaoyun," returning to being the woman named Shi Qingjun whom she was supposed to forget, a woman with no significance.

Clearly, she was supposed to be like a stream washing away all worldly decorations as the Frost Celestial Monarch... yet the stream turned into rouge, making her transparently clear.

[The Flower Moon Building is a strange place.]

What was the reason she came to this place initially?

Shi Qingjun thought for a moment, then felt it wasn’t important anymore... because she truly liked it here.

Shi Qingjun held a heartfelt curiosity about how the first place she fell in love with after regaining her emotions wasn’t the Chaoyun Sect but rather a brothel. However, since it was curiosity rather than resistance, it was equally unimportant.

"Sister Shi, Ah Qing is about to go on stage later. I went to the backstage to take a look... Oh my, she’s truly beautiful, so beautiful that even I was moved."

"That’s right, even though she’s a half-demon, she’s truly beautiful... Since Miss Shi can stay in this place, she should like her..."

"Sister Shi?"

"Mm." Shi Qingjun responded softly. Listening to the constant calls of "Sister Shi" and "Miss Shi" around her, she felt an indescribable sensation in her heart.

It was as if...

The one living now wasn’t Immortal Chaoyun, but a real... woman of noble birth named Shi Qingjun.

It was a very strange thing.

Anyone who knew Shi Qingjun’s life would know that she herself represented "legend," and in her life, even those who considered themselves enemies and imagined ways to slander her could only remove the title of immortal from Chaoyun and call her Shi Qingjun, which was already considered desecration.

In her long life, such titles as "sister" or "miss"... were unheard of.

Shi Qingjun looked at the girls around her, listening to the calls of "Sister Shi," and what she saw in their eyes was indeed their "fortune" and "destiny."

Destiny is something incredibly mysterious to most people, but from the perspective of someone in the Qiankun Realm, they can glimpse a bit of the truth. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

This is where the strange thing lies.

To directly call the King of Qingzhou by name, or to call her "sister"... these things should be impermissible, supposed to shorten the lifespan of the courtesan.

It sounds very strange.

But this was supposed to be the rule, Shi Qingjun couldn’t remember when she mastered this ability, maybe it was the first time she was cursed behind her back by dark remnants?

Just like mortals and true gods in heaven calling each other brothers, under the blessings of Heavenly Dao rules—simply put, being in the Qiankun Realm and interacting with her as an equal should lead to lifespan being shortened and luck being reduced...

But Shi Qingjun had long since discovered the unusual aspect of these courtesans; they had an incredibly resilient fate. Clearly, none of them had any cultivation, and many seemed to have modest fortunes, just enough to ensure a life of modest wealth, food, and drink without worry, but... their fates were unreasonably resilient, as if incapable of being diminished in any way.

Shi Qingjun could feel now that, let alone calling her "miss" and interacting as equals, it was highly likely that even if these women scolded her... they wouldn’t suffer any backlash.

The fact that her own methods could be bypassed meant that people with such fortunes could essentially ignore any demonic possessions, soul temptations, and innumerable curses.

Just the fact of being able to ignore curses that troubled countless people made it exceptionally rare. In her era, she remembered seeing only one person with a fate this strong...

But here, everywhere she looked, was filled with people like this.

Shi Qingjun: "...?"

So she fell silent, confronted with this nearly incomprehensible phenomenon, she sighed lightly, realizing that she might have indeed been wrong before.

Just because she stood high above in the Frosty Heavens, even the peculiar and unbelievable sight beneath Chaoyun’s feet... had gone unnoticed by her.

Just as she was contemplating, an icy touch brushed against her lips. Shi Qingjun looked at the girl in front of her offering a piece of fruit to her mouth.

"Sister Shi, have some fruit..." The girl watched Shi Qingjun eat the fruit before very naturally sitting beside her, tilting her head to ask, "Sister, when you’re looking at the girls here... what are you daydreaming about?"

"..."

Swallowing the fruit, Shi Qingjun slowly asked, "Have the girls here eaten any Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures?"

She truly couldn’t find any other reason. This area was neither Grotto Heaven Blessed Land nor had any Spirit Gathering Array, so why were there so many people whose fate couldn’t be comprehended?