My Silly, Sweet Wife

Not caring about Ye Guichen’s situation, as soon as Ye Guichen withdrew his hand, Gongyang Lang immediately sat down cross-legged.

He began to meditate with closed eyes.

This meditation lasted for a whole day.

When he opened his eyes again, Gongyang Lang felt completely rejuvenated. He hadn’t felt this comfortable since he got injured.

He looked around, only to find that Ye Guichen had disappeared.

”Hmm?” Gongyang Lang was startled.

He knew that at this moment, he absolutely needed to hold onto Young Ye’s leg.

If Ye Guichen disappeared, he would have nowhere to vent his regret.

However, he soon realized he was overthinking.

Near noon, Ye Guichen and Luo Shentong reappeared at the edge of the cliff.

Under Ye Guichen’s treatment, Luo Shentong had recovered more than half, though his face still looked pale.

Although Ye Guichen had consumed a lot of energy, there was plenty of vegetation here, so using the Art of Evergreen Wood, he could quickly recover.

This was precisely why all the vegetation within a radius of a hundred meters had withered, becoming lifeless.

But for now, no one cared about these plants.

”Kid, what’s your name?” Gongyang Lang asked, trying hard to suppress his excitement for fear that Ye Guichen might notice his dependence on him.

”Ye Guichen.” Ye Guichen replied calmly.

”Alright, Young Ye, I will protect you from now on.” Gongyang Lang said arrogantly.

Ye Guichen ignored Gongyang Lang’s attitude: ”Alright, take me to the Ghost Market next.”

”Ghost Market?” Gongyang Lang raised an eyebrow: ”Is it necessary to go?”

”It’s necessary!”

Gongyang Lang stroked his chin and fell silent.

Ye Guichen continued, ”You should trust me now, right? Tell me, who injured you, and why are you here? Judging by the way you look, there must be something in the Ghost Market that, although it can’t restore your Dantian, can extend your life, right?”

Gongyang Lang had nothing left to hide.

The last bit of arrogance he had as a Cultivator had long vanished after Ye Guichen’s intervention.

He didn’t want to sour things with Ye Guichen and even had some intentions of currying favor.

But outwardly, he still had to act superior: ”Hmph, the one who hurt me was the Great Demon King of the Ghost Market! That woman, hmph! She isn’t worthy of being called a woman; she was only after my good looks, drained my body. If I hadn’t been careless, I definitely wouldn’t have ended up like this.”

As he spoke, Gongyang Lang resembled a resentful woman.

Ye Guichen widened his eyes, catching a hint of truth: ”The Great Demon King who controls the Ghost Market is a woman?”

”Hmph!” Gongyang Lang sneered: ”But she has a very precious elixir called the Longevity Pill. Taking this pill won’t repair my Dantian, but it can give me ten more years of life. The moment I enter the Ghost Market, that woman would find me, so...”

Ye Guichen understood.

No wonder Gongyang Lang, being a Cultivator, dared not enter the Ghost Market but loitered outside to grab things.

Probably a significant reason was to seize that Longevity Pill to live longer.

Judging by Gongyang Lang’s words, the Longevity Pill he spoke of was a genuine elixir, akin to the rumored ones from the Eternal Life Hall, likely granting real longevity.

”Haha, the mighty Mr. Gongyang, afraid of a woman and dared not enter the Ghost Market, is really a joke!” Ye Guichen laughed, deliberately provoking Gongyang Lang.

Sure enough, Gongyang Lang couldn’t stand the provocation, glaring: ”Kid, don’t think that because you helped me, you can mock me. I can still crush you easily.”

Luo Shentong, hearing this, stepped to shield Ye Guichen, only to hear Ye Guichen say: ”Mr. Gongyang, if you wanted to crush me, you’d have done it already. Plus, I’m now fully informed about your body. While it might be difficult for you to kill me, killing you would be all too easy.”

”What do you mean?” Gongyang Lang shivered, instinctively took two steps back.

Ye Guichen said leisurely: ”Your Dantian is severely damaged. Although I’ve repaired a little, attacking your weak points is not a hard task. Hehe, of course, if you obediently follow me, I won’t do anything to you. Don’t worry, you don’t have to be so wary of me, let’s go!”

Ye Guichen didn’t explicitly say much, but this only made Gongyang Lang more uneasy.

Previously, Ye Guichen viewed Cultivators as terrifying, but when repairing Gongyang Lang’s Dantian, he discovered things he hadn’t known before.

Particularly, a Cultivator’s Dantian seemed more profound than a Martial Artist’s.

The Spiritual Energy within contained a purer force compared to Profound Energy.

And the reason why they are called Cultivators is likely due to this Spiritual Energy.

But, Gongyang Lang’s Dantian was already riddled with holes, and with Ye Guichen’s current cultivation, there were many ways to completely collapse Gongyang Lang’s Dantian.

So if Gongyang Lang really dared to act as an Assassin against him, Ye Guichen wouldn’t mind killing him.

Luo Shentong looked at Gongyang Lang’s apprehensive expression, glancing at Ye Guichen with amazement.

”This leader truly scared a Cultivator; what kind of methods did he use?”

”Let’s go!” Finally, Gongyang Lang stopped talking, gave Ye Guichen a deep look, and led him towards the Ghost Market.

With Gongyang Lang leading the way, entering the Ghost Market was not complicated.

There was only a small episode along the way.

While entering the Rebirth Cave, two burly men blocked Ye Guichen and his party, claiming they were under the Demon King, demanding a passage fee.

Hearing they were the Demon King’s men, Gongyang Lang wasted no words, killing them with one slap.

Judging by Gongyang Lang’s actions, he seemed to hold a deep grudge against the Demon King.

Ye Guichen said nothing.

All the Spirit Stones he brought were taken by Fang Tiancheng; entering the Ghost Market, his primary goal was to find Fang Tiancheng, retrieve the Spirit Stones, and teach him a lesson.

As for the rest, he would take it one step at a time.

Following Gongyang Lang through a mountain tunnel for nearly half a day, the scenery suddenly opened up, making Ye Guichen feel as if he had entered another world, reminiscent of the Peach Blossom Spring.

Inside was a small town-like place, with people dressed differently, some in robes, some in modern clothing, some carrying long swords.

The first sight was a street lined with numerous shops and occasionally calls from merchants.

Some were selling swords, some calligraphy, and some elixirs.

If he hadn’t prepared himself mentally, Ye Guichen would have thought he had time-traveled.