My Silly, Sweet Wife

Ye Guichen looked up and saw Yang Hongfu standing on the altar where Du Yun’er originally stood.

Because those Gu Liangren were all crafted by Du Yun’er, once Du Yun’er died, all those Gu Liangren perished as well.

Meng Po had long taken people from the Witch God Sect to clean up the battlefield to prevent any stragglers.

Meanwhile, experts from the Witch God Sect were healing the Wuzhu.

As for Fei Hong and Black Demon, seeing Ye Guichen easily destroy Du Yun’er’s demon fetus, they were already thoroughly convinced and decided to wholeheartedly follow Ye Guichen.

Ye Guichen arrived at the place Yang Hongfu mentioned.

The deep hole looked almost like an entrance.

The entrance was not large, but Ye Guichen could feel a rich spiritual energy gushing out from it, denser than any spiritual energy encountered before.

”Could this truly be the place of the Falling Immortal?”

Luo Huasheng was exceedingly surprised, although unable to sense the spiritual energy, he felt an incredibly comfortable sensation naturally upon reaching the entrance.

Yang Hongfu furrowed her brows and said, ”I’ll go down and take a look. Previously at the central base of the Eternal Life Hall, I couldn’t find anything useful. Since this is the center of the altar, there must be some secret here. I can’t believe that the Eternal Life Hall doesn’t have any treasures, maybe they’ve hidden them inside?”

With Yang Hongfu’s words, everyone else thought it seemed possible.

Given that the Eternal Life Hall could exist here, it was inconceivable they had nothing to arouse envy.

Moreover, since King Qin supported them, he likely provided some benefits to reassure the Eternal Life Hall.

But earlier, at the base of the Eternal Life Hall, they couldn’t find anything useful, even after a thorough search.

No one believed that a vast place like the Eternal Life Hall was truly destitute.

”Indeed, there should be treasures inside, let’s go down and take a look.” Gongsun Fengying was eager to try.

Fei Hong quickly stopped him: ”No, it’s extremely dangerous inside. As far as I know, only Du Yun’er has gone down among the entire Eternal Life Hall. Anyone else who goes down has met with death, never to return. Even when King Qin tried to send experts down, they too never returned. That’s why King Qin allowed Du Yun’er to be the Hall Master without much interference, suspecting the place might truly be for Falling Immortal. But even so, no one truly knows what’s inside.”

”Even King Qin’s people couldn’t do anything?” Ye Guichen looked at Fei Hong in surprise, ”Then why could Du Yun’er go down?”

Fei Hong quickly shook his head: ”I don’t know, but I heard King Qin mention that Du Yun’er indeed had talent and a cruel nature, suitable for pretending to be the Son of Nether Emperor. Furthermore, King Qin said Du Yun’er’s bloodline was unusual, possibly with Immortal blood. But now that he’s dead, it no longer matters.”

Black Demon also nodded: ”Yes, Du Yun’er is dead, there’s no use discussing it.”

Words spoken without intent, but heard with attention.

Ye Guichen couldn’t help but wonder why Du Yun’er was chosen as the Hall Master of the Eternal Life Hall.

Moreover, how could he cultivate a demon fetus?

This was something an ordinary body couldn’t achieve.

Even for a Grandmaster Realm expert, it would be hard to withstand the ferocity of a demon fetus.

Yet Du Yun’er managed to do it.

Could it be that his father or mother was also a cultivator?

Ye Guichen contemplated this, fueling his curiosity about the things in the deep hole.

”Since we’re here, there’s no reason not to go down and take a look.”

Saying this, he leaped down.

”Brother Ye!”

Yang Hongfu totally didn’t expect Ye Guichen to jump down as soon as he said it, hesitated slightly, then followed suit.

Luo Huasheng and Gongsun Fengying were taken aback but jumped down after them.

Xuanyuan Wudi wanted to stop them but it was already too late.

”Young Master, why are you so impulsive!”

Since there’s danger inside, they should have probed first, yet Ye Guichen just jumped down. If he died, wouldn’t the previous efforts be wasted?

”Fei Hong, Black Demon, guard the entrance. If anyone approaches, kill them without mercy!”

After giving these instructions, Xuanyuan Wudi also jumped down.

Fei Hong and Black Demon had no choice but to agree: ”Yes, Great Ming King.”

After jumping down, it wasn’t long before Ye Guichen’s feet touched the ground.

It seemed the deep hole wasn’t very deep.

However, upon looking up, Ye Guichen saw a person standing not far away, leaning on a treasure sword.

The person looked like a middle-aged man, with white, translucent skin, eyes closed, and holding a heavy sword, at least twenty centimeters thick, seemingly weighing hundreds of pounds.

Behind the middle-aged man was a stone door.

However, the stone door was shut tight, obscuring any view of what lay beyond.

As he lifted his head, Ye Guichen was puzzled why no one came down with him.

When he jumped down, he clearly sensed Yang Hongfu and the others following, so they should be right behind him.

”Stop searching!”

A sudden voice rang out, resonating like a great bell, causing a buzzing in Ye Guichen’s ears.

Though Ye Guichen had thought his cultivation high, under the tremor of this voice, he felt as if he might faint.

Ye Guichen quickly circulated his mystic energy, barely maintaining his composure: ”Who are you?”

”Hehe, who am I?” The voice carried a hint of mockery: ”It must be eight hundred years by now? In these eight hundred years, too many have asked me that question.”

”Since you want to know who I am, let me tell you, because, before dying, I wish the people who fall at my hands know why.”

”Hmm?” Ye Guichen frowned upon hearing this, but suddenly noticed the man standing not far away opened his eyes.

He looked up; though his mouth didn’t move, the voice continued: ”My name is Ren Xiaoyao, others call me the Carefree Sword Immortal. However, what speaks to you now is merely a wisp of my residual soul, but dealing with you is enough.”

”Carefree Sword Immortal?” Ye Guichen was stunned: ”Are you a true Immortal?”

”Hehe, in this world, where is there a true Immortal? I only cultivated to the Tao of Immortals, but what did it amount to? At the crucial moment of my final breakthrough, I was ambushed by the one I loved most. Hadn’t I forcibly escaped, even this wisp of soul wouldn’t have remained.”

The voice held hatred, mixed with regret and helplessness.

”Alright, you know what you need to, now face my sword!” The middle-aged man raised his heavy sword slowly: ”If you can take three of my strikes, you will inherit my swordsmanship, otherwise, you’ll die!”

Boom!

As he finished speaking, a sword was already slashing down toward Ye Guichen.

Ye Guichen’s pupils contracted, feeling as though struck by a thunderbolt.

The powerful force could crush even a Grandmaster to powder.

”Is he really an Immortal?”

In an instant, Ye Guichen’s thoughts raced.

He had initially thought Falling Immortal Valley was just a name.

But now, it seemed the one before him was undoubtedly a real cultivator.