My Silly, Sweet Wife

Upon hearing Gongyang Lang’s words, this time Hua Xiangrong did not refute but fell into contemplation.

Although the cultivation technique Hua Xiangrong practiced was excessively sinister, causing her body and mind to become somewhat abnormal.

Yet being able to become the Great Demon King of Ghost Market, Hua Xiangrong was not a brainless woman, rather extremely adept at scheming.

She had once visited Penglai Pill Sect, tricking Mo Changsheng into returning, and even killed many from the Pill Sect, making her long-standing enemies with the Pill Sect.

Moreover, over the years, due to the evil nature of her cultivation technique, the number of people Hua Xiangrong has offended is probably countless.

Ghost Market became her refuge, temporarily avoiding disaster, but with the appearance of Ye Guichen, the people of the Seven Kings and many other masters began to appear in Ghost Market.

In this situation, it’s hard to ensure that no enemies would come knocking.

Previously, under the delicate balance on the surface, Hua Xiangrong could still sit firmly in her position as the Great Demon King, but as time passes, assassinations both hidden and open will undoubtedly continue.

Not to mention whether she could maintain her position as the Great Demon King, surviving alone is not easy.

In such circumstances, one must find a way to hold onto a significant ally.

But who could she ally with?

Thinking and thinking, it’s impossible for her to ally with the Seven Kings.

Because no one would dare to take someone like her, once taken, it would invite attacks from all sides.

But if not the Seven Kings, should she hold onto the hidden sects of other factions?

That’s even more impossible!

Hua Xiangrong is regarded as an evil aberration, and if she leaves Ghost Market, before she even finds an ally, she’ll be killed.

No sect would want any association with someone like Hua Xiangrong, who practices evil by absorbing spiritual energy.

Thinking and thinking, Hua Xiangrong realized she seemingly has no one to rely on except Ye Guichen, the future son of Nether Emperor.

But Ye Guichen is presently too weak, even before the Seven Kings, he’s just a budding little ant, it’s unknown when he can become an elephant crushing ants.

And this process is surely fraught with danger, with a single misstep leading to death.

Frowning, Hua Xiangrong stared at Gongyang Lang, pondering for over ten minutes before finally speaking, ”You really think highly of that boy Ye Guichen? Perhaps, are you willing to entrust your life in his hands?”

This time, Gongyang Lang hesitated not at all, and with a solemn expression said, ”Of course, without that boy, I fear I’m already near death. Haha, I’ve never done anything significant in my lifetime, and though I’m seen as a cultivator now, I know my worthlessness, in the face of true cultivators, I’m not even a fart. Hua Xiangrong, you should also know we are far from being immortals, merely the lowest tier of practitioners, I’ve just newly stepped into Qi Refinement level, even within the hidden sects, we are bottom-dwellers.”

”Anyway, I don’t want to stay tucked away in this place forever, nor do I want to be a coward like you my whole life! Hmph, after experiencing the threat of death, I’ve finally understood life better. Though we have entered the realm of Qi Refinement, our lifespan is only two hundred years, and after two hundred years? Dust to dust, ash to ash, all fame and fortune will be but fleeting smoke.”

”However, I’ve heard there truly exists a Heavenly Gate within the hidden sects, where there’s an art for eternal life, where real cultivators dwell, if one can reach out to real cultivators, that would be a whole different world. Haha, do you really think the Nether Emperor’s death back then was solely the Seven Kings’ chaos? Now I somewhat suspect, isn’t there some hidden manipulator stirring things, with the Seven Kings merely being thrust forward as cannon fodder to attract attention?”

Hua Xiangrong first saw Gongyang Lang speak so much, her gaze couldn’t help but flicker, ”From what you’re saying, you wish to entrust everything to Ye Guichen, believing he can not only kill the Seven Kings, claim the throne of Nether Emperor, but also touch upon those true cultivators?”

Gongyang Lang did not hold back, ”Of course, if Ye Guichen were not the son of Nether Emperor, could we possibly get in touch with the Seven Kings? Haha, perhaps never in this life. Without contact with the Seven Kings, how do we associate with the Nether Emperor? Without association with the Nether Emperor, do we have any chance of entering the hidden sects? Without such a chance, even if you stay as a turtle, carefree as Xiao Yao, what’s the point?”

Hua Xiangrong stayed silent.

Indeed, continuing like this, though temporarily safe and sound.

Such a state can’t last for long.

The path to eternal life is one everyone wishes to pursue.

Hua Xiangrong is no exception.

It seems sticking close to Ye Guichen is indeed an opportunity.

No matter how slim this opportunity is, at least there are traces to follow.

If not for Ye Guichen, she’d merely be an outsider, no matter if she enters the common world or mixes into the hidden sects, she’d always be a hunted target.

”Lord Demon King, someone seeks an audience.”

At this moment, someone reported from outside the attic.

Hua Xiangrong gave Gongyang Lang a deep gaze, no longer speaking but asked, ”Who are they?”

”The person claims to be from King Qin.”

”Don’t meet them!” Hua Xiangrong is somewhat confused now, still hasn’t figured out how to arrange Ye Guichen.

Gongyang Lang then stood up, gazing at the lake’s surface, his eyes becoming increasingly sharp.

Those words earlier, rather than for Hua Xiangrong, were more for himself.

Gongyang Lang always had no aim, the previous goal was solely survival.

Originally even this hope for survival seemed infinitely bleak.

But after encountering Ye Guichen, hope rose again.

”Haha, human connections are thin, you avoided deep entanglement and thus expelled me from the sect, years passed with me wandering alone, yet you pretended not to see. You are truly ruthless!” Gongyang Lang murmured in his heart, obviously recalling certain hurtful past events.

Everyone in their heart carries a story.

Everyone’s past is filled with joy, anger, grief, and happiness.

Ordinary people are like this, cultivators are no exception.

Gongyang Lang and Hua Xiangrong both rarely fell silent, as if immersed in their own worlds.

Who in this world was born wanting to be an evil person, shunned by others, becoming a demon in others’ eyes?

Unless forced beyond choice!

It’s unclear how much time passed, Hua Xiangrong and Gongyang Lang simultaneously raised their heads, their eyes with unprecedented clarity.

”Someone, bring me King Qin’s envoy, I want to meet them!”

After ordering, Hua Xiangrong strode downstairs.

In the reception room.

Hua Xiangrong met King Qin’s envoy.

Housekeeper Hu stood honestly beside the person, in a cringing and bowing manner.

King Qin’s envoy is a middle-aged man, with extraordinary demeanor, and a flying fish embroidered on his chest.

Flying Fish clothes, the unique attire of Jinyi Guards under King Qin.