My Silly, Sweet Wife

”Daoist, I’m just a weak woman, do you really want to trouble me?”

The woman spoke, slowly approaching Yang Hongfu.

An Long was so scared that he shivered: ”Master Yang, is he, is he bewitched?”

”Haha, if he were so easily bewitched by such sorcery, then he wouldn’t be Zhang Chonglou’s top disciple.”

Ye Guichen wasn’t worried about Yang Hongfu at all.

If facing an ordinary martial arts master, Yang Hongfu might have some caution, but dealing with a woman possessing such sorcery, Yang Hongfu could easily handle it.

An Long didn’t think much, though he was puzzled in his heart, he remained silent, still watching and ready to flee if the situation went awry.

However, just as the woman in white placed her hand on Yang Hongfu, the seemingly lost Yang Hongfu suddenly produced a talisman paper, pinched the woman’s cheeks lightly, and she instinctively opened her mouth.

At the same time, Yang Hongfu quickly stuffed the talisman paper into the woman’s mouth.

”Exorcise!”

The moment Yang Hongfu spoke, the woman’s body seemed to be under an immobilization spell, instantly stiff and unable to move.

”Hm, this kind of Ghostly Illusion Technique, still trying tricks on me?”

Yang Hongfu snorted coldly, swiftly grabbed the woman’s two tails, gently pulled them out.

No blood flowed out.

Those two tails were evidently cut from a fox, seemingly attached to her for practicing such sorcery.

However, the woman’s sorcery was clearly not mature yet, as the tails hadn’t fully integrated into her.

Ye Guichen saw that Yang Hongfu had controlled the woman, quickly jumped down from the tree, approached the woman, and smiled: ”Are you practicing the spirit of the Two-tailed Demon Fox?”

Although the woman’s body couldn’t move, she could still speak, her eyes fixed fiercely on Ye Guichen, not saying a word.

”Forget it, if you don’t want to talk, just kill her directly.” Ye Guichen didn’t want to waste words on these people.

Though the woman was very beautiful, and perhaps because of practicing the Fox Charm Technique, she exuded an enchanting aura that stirred a primal impulse in those who looked at her.

Of course, this impulse had no effect on Ye Guichen.

”Who are you?” The woman feared as Ye Guichen showed no interest in her beauty, finally spoke.

”You’re from the Eternal Life Hall, aren’t you?” Ye Guichen saw her speaking and asked back.

The woman remained silent.

Ye Guichen sneered: ”Not speaking? Fine!”

Suddenly raising his hand, he directly grasped the woman’s neck, gently squeezed, killing her on the spot.

Yang Hongfu and An Long hadn’t expected Ye Guichen to truly kill as he said, but it was too late to stop him.

”Brother Ye, this person is clearly from the Eternal Life Hall, why did you kill her so readily? If we’d kept her, we could have obtained some useful information.” Yang Hongfu also felt Ye Guichen was a bit rash.

Ye Guichen smiled lightly: ”Master Yang, you’ve studied Daoism for so many years, have you ever seen a real spirit?”

Yang Hongfu froze: ”What do you mean?”

”Hehe, those practicing sorcery already have bodies mere vessels, their spirits are their essence, if she’s stubborn, then we need to capture her spirit.”

”What?” Yang Hongfu’s pupils revealed disbelief as he looked at Ye Guichen: ”Can you really extract her spirit?”

The Daoist sects have always believed in the existence of the three souls and seven spirits of humans.

Yet despite years of studying Daoist arts, Yang Hongfu had never seen anyone who could truly extract spirits or even exorcise ghostly apparitions—as even doing so with unconscious ones was challenging.

Even his master Zhang Chonglou seemed to find it difficult to exorcise true ghostly apparitions.

Let alone separating a person’s spirit.

After all, true ghostly apparitions aren’t as simple as ordinary people think; if they can exist in this world, they surely surpass ordinary human capabilities.

However, in the Daoist world, many don’t believe in the existence of ghostly apparitions.

Yet, Ye Guichen was different.

Previously, Ye Guichen too doubted the existence of ghostly apparitions.

Even feeling they were too ethereal.

But now, after practicing the Xuanming Prison Suppressing Technique, Ye Guichen increasingly felt that ghostly apparitions not only exist but might even live around people.

However, in the city, with strong Yang energy, ghostly apparitions struggle to exist.

Moreover, with life becoming more developed, cities no longer suit the existence of ghostly apparitions; instead, rural areas have many ghostly apparitions, with periodic news of ghost sightings.

But ultimately, such news is often explained away by scientific inquiries in various ways.

Without explaining further, Ye Guichen placed his hand on the woman’s forehead and activated the Xuanming Prison Suppressing Technique.

A black mist like an iron chain flew from Ye Guichen’s hand, quickly entering the woman’s body.

Then, Ye Guichen pulled outwards, and the mist-condensed chain seemingly secured something, drawing it out from the woman’s body.

The woman’s body fell with a thud.

An Long and Yang Hongfu were bewildered, mouths agape.

Especially An Long, despite practicing witchcraft, had never seen such a situation.

Before Ye Guichen, there hovered a black shadow, faintly discernible as the woman in white.

However, the woman seemed to have lost consciousness, entirely enveloped by black mist, her features indistinguishable, merely a hazy silhouette.

”Brother Ye, is this her spirit?” Yang Hongfu was at a loss for words.

As a Daoist disciple for decades, Yang Hongfu realized he seemed to have never seen a real spirit, possessing skills akin to dragon-slaying techniques but devoid of opportunities to use them.

Now seeing Ye Guichen’s methods, Yang Hongfu felt both ashamed and internally respectful.

An Long was utterly convinced, amazed by Ye Guichen’s extraordinary means—if not seen firsthand, he wouldn’t believe such abilities existed in the world.

”If I’m not mistaken, there should be ghost cultivators in this world, albeit beyond our reach. Though this woman practiced sorcery and refined spirit techniques, she hadn’t reached the level of ghost cultivation, so her spirit upon death likely lacks consciousness, but could lead us to the Eternal Life Hall; after all, upon death, people often wish to return to the place they came from, a subliminal thought.”

Seeing the woman’s spirit, Ye Guichen was slightly excited internally.

As his understanding of the Xuanming Prison Suppressing Technique deepened, Ye Guichen’s insights increased.

He initially intended merely to experiment, unexpectedly extracting the spirit.

With spirits, there naturally exist ghostly apparitions, and with ghostly apparitions, surely ghost cultivators.

The Xuanming Prison Suppressing Technique might indeed be a cultivation technique for suppressing hell!

Ye Guichen anticipated, looked up through the branches at the sky.

The moon was bright, the stars sparse; the weather seemed pleasant, in less than two hours it would be dawn.

”Once it’s daylight, we’ll set off,” said Ye Guichen, extending the hand holding the misty iron chain to Yang Hongfu: ”Master Yang, do you want to try?”