My Silly, Sweet Wife

”Screech...”

Accompanied by a piercing scream, the infant opened its mouth, revealing a mouthful of black teeth.

Ghastly and terrifying.

Then, the infant turned its head, and its enormous mouth, like a serpent, swallowed the female corpse whole.

After devouring the corpse, the infant burped in satisfaction, patting its belly with a sense of contentment, and its pair of eyeless eyes scanned the surroundings.

Du Yun’er also grinned, patting the infant’s head, and pointed at Ye Guichen: ”Go, eat that guy, I’m sure you’ll be satisfied.”

As the infant’s gaze landed on Ye Guichen, everyone felt a sense of dread.

The feeling of being targeted by this infant meant certain death.

Ye Guichen naturally felt the intense aura emanating from the infant, as though it were truly a demon crawling out from the depths of hell.

”Hungry...” Not even a minute later, the infant uttered its hunger and suddenly lunged towards Ye Guichen.

”Young Master!”

Even Xuanyuan Wudi was utterly shocked.

Although he had never seen a ghostly infant before, just from the rumors, Xuanyuan Wudi knew this creature could be described as invincible.

No matter how strong Ye Guichen was, he couldn’t possibly be its match.

The ghost birds evidently sensed the infant’s terror, each hovering in the air, shrieking, but not daring to approach.

The Ghost Bird King bravely let out a roar and suddenly swooped down, directly towards the infant.

Yet unexpectedly, the infant didn’t even glance at the Ghost Bird King, flicking it away with a slap, as though a gust of ominous wind blew upon it, sending the Ghost Bird King flying.

The Ghost Bird King was renowned for its speed, but at that moment, it had no chance to retaliate, and in the instant it was sent flying, it spun countless times in the air, its body visibly seeming to be devoured by something, thinning out in mere moments.

”Is that ghostly infant really so terrifying?”

Upon seeing the Ghost Bird King unable to withstand even one encounter with the infant, the crowd erupted in gasps.

Just how terrifying is this ghostly infant?

Moreover, after the Ghost Bird King was sent flying, it laid on the ground, unable to rise, its originally vibrant feathers beginning to fall off bit by bit, aging rapidly.

This scene made everyone involuntarily retreat two steps.

Witnessing the ghostly infant’s horror, Du Yun’er seemed incredibly satisfied, laughing sinisterly: ”Ye Guichen, do you wish to kill me? Hehe, what makes you think you can touch me now?”

As he spoke, the infant reached Ye Guichen.

Xuanyuan Wudi couldn’t care less about anything else; seeing the infant about to strike Ye Guichen, he hurried forward, ready to help, but was stopped by Ye Guichen: ”No need, just watch.”

Saying this, instead of backing down, he walked up to face the infant.

Then, without a word, he struck out with his palm.

Seeing Ye Guichen dare to take the initiative, everyone thought he had gone mad.

At such a time, Ye Guichen daring to anger the ghostly infant – wasn’t he courting death?

”Haha, overestimating himself!”

”He probably doesn’t understand the terror of a ghostly infant; it’s said to form from the resentment of countless souls; even a Great Grandmaster would struggle to leave a mark.”

”It’s such a shame, he could kill Gu Liangren as easily as slaughtering a dog, and now to die like this, it’s truly a pity.”

”What’s a pity? He brought it upon himself!”

Qing Teng and others shook their heads repeatedly, seemingly watching Ye Guichen face imminent death.

Yet when Ye Guichen’s palm struck, it seemed ordinary enough, but the ghostly infant suddenly looked as though it had seen something terrifying, kneeling down with a thud, without the slightest resistance, emitting a chilling sob.

Ye Guichen, unperturbed by the infant’s pitiful appearance, snorted coldly: ”You are a fiend, no matter how you feign pity, you remain a fiend! Now, let me send you on your way, consider it your fortune!”

His palm pressed atop the infant’s head.

The infant’s sobbing ceased abruptly.

Under the scrutinizing gaze of the crowd, the once invincible infant transformed into swirling black smoke.

Ye Guichen beckoned with his hand, grasping the smoke.

And in the instant the smoke entered Ye Guichen’s hand, it rapidly flowed through his meridians into his Dantian.

Ye Guichen’s body seemed greatly nourished, and the Xuanming Prison Suppressing Technique began operating frantically.

Boom!

A barely audible sound echoed within Ye Guichen’s body.

Ye Guichen’s eyes shone brightly.

This ghostly infant, indeed a great supplement for the Xuanming Prison Suppressing Technique.

Could it be that he had easily broken through to the second level, entering the third?

Furthermore, the constant flow of power showed no signs of stopping, the Xuanming Prison Suppressing Technique in the Dantian continued its frantic operation, seemingly on the verge of breaking through the third layer, directly entering the fifth.

However, Ye Guichen clearly got ahead of himself.

The Xuanming Prison Suppressing Technique is profoundly mysterious, and the ghostly infant’s power wasn’t enough to support the fourth level.

Just a step away from the fourth layer, the ghostly infant’s power was finally exhausted.

Yet Ye Guichen felt as though his body was refined once more, his soul becoming increasingly pure, bearing a sensation that if he wished, he could let his soul drift out.

But this was merely a feeling, although somewhat mystically profound, with the advancement of cultivation, perception seemed to have reached an unprecedented height.

Within hundreds of meters, everything seemed within Ye Guichen’s view.

Even an ant’s leg couldn’t escape Ye Guichen’s perception.

This Xuanming Prison Suppressing Technique, at just the third level, possessed such power, if truly cultivated to the eighteenth level, would he not truly become a legendary god or demon?

Ye Guichen was utterly exhilarated.

Yet around him, deathly silence reigned.

No one made a move, just stared intently at Ye Guichen.

No one believed their eyes.

What happened?

How could this be?

That ghostly infant didn’t even resist and just died?

”What did you do?”

Among everyone, Du Yun’er was the most furious and embarrassed.

He didn’t understand how the ghostly infant he had painstakingly refined could be so powerless before Ye Guichen.

”What did I do?” Ye Guichen reclaimed his composure, stepping towards Du Yun’er: ”I was merely waiting for your ghostly infant to appear and provide me some nourishment! Hehe, now it appears your refined ghostly infant was quite useful. By the way, do you have more ghostly infants? I feel that with a few more, my cultivation could rise another level.”

Gulp!

Du Yun’er couldn’t help but swallow.

More?

Hell, what a joke.

This one ghostly infant had already taken immense effort to refine, and before he could accomplish anything with it, poof, gone.

You owe me!

Du Yun’er wanted to cry.

Even wanted to tear Ye Guichen apart.

But now, knowing Ye Guichen possessed the power to defeat a ghostly infant, he knew he was not his match.

”We can collaborate!”

Du Yun’er hesitated for a long time before suddenly speaking.