My Silly, Sweet Wife

Ye Guichen followed Shang Hongye’s gaze and saw a hundred-foot cliff not far away.

The cliff was smooth as if it had been hewn with a knife and axe. Although there were some plants growing on it, it seemed impossible for an average person to climb.

”I’ve seen Ghost Kiss Grass there before, but my master said it’s extremely dangerous, so I never went back.” Shang Hongye pointed to the middle of the cliff, where a cave was faintly visible, seemingly obscured by a few large trees growing out of the cliff.

Ye Guichen glanced in the direction indicated by Shang Hongye.

This Ghost Kiss Grass was highly toxic and very particular about its growing conditions.

According to legend, Ghost Kiss Grass had to grow in places with heavy yin energy and from bones buried for at least three hundred years.

Although the cliff appeared cold and eerie, it didn’t seem to have the heavy yin energy required.

”All right, I’ll go check it out.” Ye Guichen was about to jump down the tree to take a closer look but suddenly halted.

Shang Hongye noticed Ye Guichen had stopped and curiously asked, ”What’s wrong?”

Ye Guichen made a silencing gesture and pointed to the lower part of the cliff to the front left.

Shang Hongye, puzzled, looked in the direction Ye Guichen pointed but saw nothing: ”What’s wrong? There’s nothing there.”

”There are six people coming,” Ye Guichen whispered, signaling Shang Hongye to stay still.

”People?” Shang Hongye was even more puzzled.

Their position was as high as ten stories, and Ye Guichen pointed to a place almost two miles away.

The area was entirely covered by dense trees. How could Ye Guichen know there were people there and even accurately say how many?

Though puzzled, Shang Hongye held his breath.

Before long, they indeed heard voices.

”Damn it, hurry up! The old man must be out of his mind, making me come to this godforsaken place!”

”Young Master Leng, Sakura Falling is indeed hard to find, but didn’t the old man say that the Great Elder, Second Elder, and other forces are eyeing Sakura Falling too? We’re already late in finding out this news, but we can’t let them succeed!”

”Nonsense! I know, you don’t need to remind me!”

Soon, a group appeared in Shang Hongye’s field of vision.

Shang Hongye looked closely and indeed saw six people.

These six appeared to be no weaklings, with four of them carrying a rattan chair, and a middle-aged man sitting on it.

The middle-aged man leaned lazily on the chair, looking extremely displeased.

Beside him was a man dressed somewhat like a Taoist, speaking ingratiatingly and holding something like a compass, looking around.

Even from a distance, Ye Guichen could easily sense that these six were not weak.

Especially the man sitting on the rattan chair, whose level was nearly top-notch.

Shang Hongye looked at Ye Guichen with a mixture of curiosity and amazement, as if doubting he could be right.

Ye Guichen shook his head slightly and kept listening.

The Taoist muttered, ”According to the information, Sakura Falling should be nearby.”

”Yes, Young Master Leng, it should be this way.” The Taoist pointed in Ye Guichen’s direction and quickly ordered the four chair-bearers: ”Hurry, we must reach Sakura Falling before dark. Hope we’re not too late.”

”Move, move, faster!” The middle-aged man called Young Master Leng impatiently waved his hand and gave an order.

”Young Master Leng?” Ye Guichen was startled to hear the title.

Back in Qinghe, wasn’t the second master of the Qinghe Leng Family, Leng Wujiu, the man who killed Mi Lan’s mother, also known as Young Master Leng?

”Could it be him?”

Ye Guichen found it oddly coincidental.

Soon, the six had changed direction and were heading towards Ye Guichen and Shang Hongye, seemingly also looking for Sakura Falling.

Judging by their behavior, they seemed aware of Sakura Falling’s internal conflict and were here to take advantage of the situation.

”Leng?” Shang Hongye also heard their title and softly remarked, ”Could those people be under Leng Bosun of the Azure Dragon Commerce?”

”Leng Bosun?” Ye Guichen was stunned: ”Isn’t Leng Bosun one of the Azure Dragon Commerce’s secretaries from Qinghe Leng Family?”

Leng Bosun was indeed the head of the biggest family in Qinghe.

Ye Guichen only knew that the Leng Family was far more powerful than the other three great families, but if Leng Bosun was Azure Dragon Commerce’s Third Secretary, it would explain everything.

The Leng Family’s solid foundation was likely intertwined with Azure Dragon Commerce.

Moreover, anyone able to find Sakura Falling had to be an important figure in Azure Dragon Commerce.

The Azure Dragon Commerce had seven secretaries, the weakest being Bai Qinghe. The other six secretaries seemed to all belong to powerful family systems.

The importance of Sakura Falling to Azure Dragon Commerce was evident. The First Secretary An Cangsheng and the Second Secretary Situ Yufeng were both after Sakura Falling. If Leng Bosun was indeed the Third Secretary, he wouldn’t sit idly by either.

With this in mind, the man lounging on the rattan chair was likely Leng Wujiu.

Upon learning of Mi Lan’s mother’s tragic death at Leng Wujiu’s hands, the Qin Family wanted revenge but could only think about it.

After all, the Leng Family’s vast influence and Leng Wujiu’s prowess, surrounded by experts, provided no opportunity for an easy strike.

Moreover, any failed attempt would involve too many parties, likely dragging the Qin Family down with them.

Ye Guichen knew the value of patience, yet he never expected to encounter Leng Wujiu here.

”Heh, searching high and low, and finding him effortlessly!”

Ye Guichen couldn’t help but laugh.

Since he stumbled upon Leng Wujiu here, how could he let the chance slip?

Killing Leng Wujiu to avenge Mi Lan’s mother would fulfill one of Mi Lan’s wishes.

Having made up his mind, Ye Guichen slightly bent his knees, ready to act, but suddenly heard a hissing sound nearby.

”Swallowing Sky Python!”

Shang Hongye exclaimed and almost fell off the tree in fright.

Ye Guichen followed the sound and marveled at the coincidence.

It was indeed a giant python.

The python had a huge lump on its head, with fresh blood still drying, and showed two clear wounds upon opening its mouth wide.

It was the same Swallowing Sky Python that had been brutally beaten by Shui Liao earlier.

The Swallowing Sky Python, quick and agile, darted from the cliff towards Leng Wujiu’s group in a matter of seconds.

Apparently, the python, having recovered a bit from its injuries, was eager to hunt.

Especially for a python with nascent spiritual sense, ordinary beasts probably couldn’t heal its wounds quickly. Leng Wujiu’s group, being martial artists, would offer a greater feast than ordinary beasts.

”Python!”

”Young Master Leng, there’s a python!”

”Dammit, it’s coming at us!”

The Taoist seemed to have spotted the python and cried out in alarm.

Leng Wujiu, however, completely disregarded the python, dismissively saying, ”It’s just a python. What’s there to fear? Kill it!”

With that, Leng Wujiu leaped off the rattan chair.