My Silly, Sweet Wife

The vast swarm of Ghost Birds was actually devouring the poison barrier, which left everyone in the Witch God Sect astounded.

Even Yang Hongfu found it unbelievable.

The most crucial point was that on the back of the Ghost Bird King sat a young man, making Dai Kuan and the others feel as if they were witnessing an immortal.

”Who, who is that?”

”What is that creature, could it be a Phoenix?”

”Quick, kneel, kneel!”

Uncle Hua looked excited.

No matter who the other party was, they were definitely not someone he could afford to provoke.

As soon as he finished speaking, he fell to the ground with a thud and began to kowtow toward Ye Guichen on the back of the Ghost Bird King.

Dai Kuan and his subordinates also all knelt down, not daring to raise their heads.

Ye Guichen, however, paid no attention to Dai Kuan and the others and headed straight for the main base of the Eternal Life Hall, led by Fei Hong and the Black Demon.

Meanwhile, at the very center of Falling Immortal Valley, there was a place resembling a ritual altar.

This altar, rather than being an altar, was more like a huge stone.

The huge stone seemed like a meteor from the sky, its surface rather smooth, but there was a human-shaped indentation in the middle.

Lying in the human-shaped indentation at this moment was a beautiful woman.

The woman was dressed in ancient attire, appearing as if she were asleep, but if Ye Guichen could see her, he would surely recognize at a glance that this woman was the female corpse from the Su Family’s dried-up well.

At this time, there seemed to be countless iron chains clattering around the altar, filled with a sinister aura as if rising with a black mist.

Many people stood on the altar, each with a solemn expression, muttering under their breath, and beside the female corpse stood a youth dressed in ancient costume.

The young man wore a red robe and had a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, his gaze casually sweeping around as if he were a king looking down on all.

Below the altar, the Witch God Sect Master leaned on a cane, looking up at the youth: ”Young Master, there is something I don’t understand. I hope you can answer.”

This young man was indeed the current Master of the Eternal Life Hall, claiming to be the Son of Nether Emperor, Du Yun’er.

No one knew where he came from, nor how he became the Master of the Eternal Life Hall, but those were unimportant. What mattered was his identity as the Son of Nether Emperor.

Du Yun’er looked at the Wuzhu: ”Wuzhu, today is a grand day for the ritual. Whatever you have to say, let it wait until I form a hundred-year bond with this celestial lady.”

The celestial lady Du Yun’er mentioned was, of course, the female corpse.

The Wuzhu was obviously straightforward and did not intend to back down even upon hearing this: ”Young Master, I just want to hear one word from you. It doesn’t take much of your time. Once you say it, I will be content.”

”Impudent!”

A man in a black robe frowned, reprimanding the Wuzhu: ”The Hall Master said it will be after the ritual, get out of the way quickly, or don’t blame me for being rude!”

As he spoke, two men in black robes came near the Wuzhu, seemingly ready to act if the Wuzhu dared to press further.

The Wuzhu originally had no suspicions, but now felt increasingly puzzled, glanced at the two black-robed men, and loudly asked: ”Hall Master, are you truly the Son of Nether Emperor? Please give this old man a clear answer!”

”Hmm?” Du Yun’er looked up at the Wuzhu: ”What, you doubt my identity?”

The Wuzhu quickly lowered his head: ”I wouldn’t dare, just seek confirmation.”

”Heh, Wuzhu, your Witch God Sect has pledged allegiance to our Eternal Life Hall. I, Du Yun’er, have given your Witch God Sect opportunities, and in the Path of Eternal Life, there will be a part for you, Wuzhu. But today, on such a sacred day, you dare to question me?”

Du Yun’er gently shook his head: ”The existence of the Son of Nether Emperor is not one that can be doubted at whim.”

Then, he waved his hand.

The clattering of chains grew louder.

The innumerable shadows on the altar let out roars, bringing a gust of sinister wind towards the Wuzhu.

”Exorcism technique?” The Wuzhu’s pupils contracted, raising his cane to fight back: ”Hall Master, how could you know the exorcism technique of the Yin Ghost Sect?”

The Wuzhu’s cane was obviously no ordinary item; each strike would cause a ghost to dissipate upon impact.

But clearly, these ghosts were not ordinary; it seemed they were all powerful in life.

Du Yun’er gave a cold snort: ”The dignity of the Son of Nether Emperor must not be trampled, Wuzhu, today’s doubts will cost you dearly, even as the Witch God Sect Master, you cannot!”

After speaking, those ghosts suddenly became more frenzied, surrounding the Wuzhu in the blink of an eye.

The Wuzhu initially managed to hold his ground, but ultimately, he knew witchcraft, not the exorcism technique.

Moreover, those ghosts seemed to wield more power atop the altar, inflicting several wounds on the Wuzhu within just a few minutes.

Those wounds appeared to be ordinary bruises, not from external force, but rather spreading as if they were trying to devour the Wuzhu’s soul.

Unable to withstand the attack, the Wuzhu could only retreat continuously, stopping only after retreating over a hundred meters from the altar.

He panted heavily, watching those ghosts.

The ghosts no longer pursued but kept roaring at the Wuzhu as if in a show of force.

”Hall Master, I merely asked a question, why do you need to get so angry!” The Wuzhu asked loudly, no longer addressing Du Yun’er as Young Master, but directly as Hall Master.

If his conscience was clear, why such a drastic reaction?

Du Yun’er laughed coldly: ”Wuzhu, you are too presumptuous. Today, I spare your life to give you a chance to amend your ways. If you still cannot repent, even as the Witch God Sect Master, I will not let you leave alive.”

While saying this, Du Yun’er pointed to the ghostly figures roaring in the air: ”See them? If I am displeased, you will become one of them. However, today I am in a good mood, so I won’t bother with you for now!”

Du Yun’er glanced at the Wuzhu with disdain and shouted: ”Let the ritual begin!”

With those words,

Du Yun’er picked up a dagger and directly cut his five fingers on his left hand, then threw the blood into the air.

The ghosts seemed very familiar with this scent, as if they had smelled the finest delicacy in the world, roaring and flying towards Du Yun’er, surrounding him in a blink.

Initially, the Wuzhu had no other thoughts, but seeing Du Yun’er slowly climbing onto the female corpse amidst those ghosts, with the ghosts seeming to be controlled by some force, even starting to enter the body of the female corpse, the Wuzhu’s pupils contracted in disbelief: ”This, is this the gui fetus ritual? You, you are refining a gui fetus?”

By then, Du Yun’er had no interest in the Wuzhu any longer.

The chanting from the surrounding black-robed individuals grew faster.

The Wuzhu’s pupils slightly contracted.

The gui fetus ritual was the most evil among the arts, said to create a gui fetus with immense power, capable of devouring everything, something that should not exist in the human realm.

Previously, the Wuzhu thought it was just a legend.

But seeing this scene, the Wuzhu seemed to understand.

If Du Yun’er truly were the Son of Nether Emperor, why would he need such wicked arts to enhance his cultivation?

Could he really be a fake?

For a moment, the Wuzhu’s mind raced, hesitating whether to disrupt Du Yun’er’s gui fetus refinement.

If the gui fetus were refined, the living beings in the entire Great Cold Mountain would likely become its food, and even the Witch God Sect might not escape its fate.