My Silly, Sweet Wife

Chu Huai Nan did not linger any longer and quickly disappeared from others’ sight, heading towards a small alley.

When he emerged from the alley again, Chu Huai Nan had changed into night attire.

As the younger brother of King Chu, Chu Huai Nan, the Marquis Chu, had reached the second level of Qi Refinement, and was a true Qi Refiner.

If he were to confront Feng Wuxiu, he might possibly kill him.

But even so, he would still need to kill many others, win the tournament to have a chance to meet Hua Xiangrong, and continue negotiating terms.

Chu Huai Nan could not wait, nor did he want to wait.

Therefore, he decided to quietly infiltrate the island in the heart of the lake to steal Ye Guichen away.

Chu Huai Nan trusted in his own cultivation and believed that as long as he was willing, taking Ye Guichen away was a matter of ease.

At that time, when others discovered Ye Guichen’s disappearance, just imagining their expressions would be quite satisfying.

The night gradually deepened.

Yet, the tournament continued to proceed.

Feng Wuxiu’s arrogance was unmatched for the moment, with thirty-two people already dead by his hands; apart from the Yan King’s subordinates, almost all of the remaining five kings had fought against Feng Wuxiu.

”Damn it, King Qin is too oppressive!”

”Let’s join forces and kill Feng Wuxiu!”

”Yes, kill him! If we don’t kill him, my grudge will never be appeased!”

After each battle, Feng Wuxiu would rest for an hour; despite dozens of consecutive matches, he showed no sign of fatigue.

Moreover, since he revealed his impervious Jingang, almost no one dared to challenge him.

Yet, having killed so many, many were indignant and wanted to join forces to eradicate him.

Feng Wuxiu completely ignored them, instead arrogantly declaring, ”Who else!”

In the pavilion above, observing Feng Wuxiu drenched in blood, Hua Xiangrong’s eyes began to flicker, constantly calculating in her mind how to respond.

”If this Feng Wuxiu truly wins in the end, do I really have to hand Ye Guichen over?”

”But if I don’t hand him over, Feng Wuxiu’s cultivation is truly strong, and with King Qin’s spies, if they engage, my people will surely suffer heavy losses.”

”However, that kid seems to want me to hand him over, could it be he’s not afraid to die? Could he really want to be that puppet?”

Anointing her pristine forehead, Hua Xiangrong simply could not understand Ye Guichen’s intentions.

Just then, Hua Xiangrong suddenly saw a shadow dart from beside her towards the tournament platform.

Turning her head, she saw Gongyang Lang elegantly ascend the stage like a Banished Immortal.

”Let me spar with you!” Gongyang Lang swung his hand, pulling out a folding fan, exuding the charm of a refined gentleman, no less than in past years.

Hua Xiangrong’s brows immediately furrowed, but she did not make a sound, instead concentrating her gaze.

In another room, Ye Guichen saw Gongyang Lang step forward, his lips curling up slowly: ”Not bad!”

Gui Tuo asked curiously, ”What do you mean, ’not bad’?”

”Since Gongyang Lang is willing to act, it means he doesn’t want Feng Wuxiu to win. Therefore, Feng Wuxiu actually doesn’t want to hand me over; heh, seems he hasn’t wasted my painstaking efforts.” Ye Guichen muttered.

Gui Tuo was startled: ”Are you saying, he stepped in for you?”

Ye Guichen did not respond but twitched his ear slightly, whispering, ”Gui Tuo, hide away first; someone might visit soon.”

”Alright!” Gui Tuo’s figure faded and quickly disappeared.

On the tournament platform.

Seeing Gongyang Lang step in, Feng Wuxiu didn’t waste words, directly employing Jingang to strike a fist towards Gongyang Lang.

Gongyang Lang didn’t delay, swiftly flashing back to break free from the bizarre force exuded by Feng Wuxiu’s Jingang, snorted coldly, and at the same time, extended his hand for a grasp, sending a formless energy towards Feng Wuxiu.

Bang!

Directly hitting Feng Wuxiu’s body.

But it proved useless.

Jingang was not something easily broken.

Feng Wuxiu laughed heartily: ”Want to harm me? Come on!”

Stomping hard, he made a footprint on the platform and lunged forward, both palms swiftly hitting Gongyang Lang.

Gongyang Lang was dismayed.

Though he had heard of the formidable Jingang and even seen Feng Wuxiu kill like slaughtering dogs, only upon direct contact did he realize the terror of this cultivation technique.

Perhaps, unless he was a high-level Qi Refiner, Gongyang Lang was definitely not Feng Wuxiu’s opponent now.

Retreat!

The only thought in Gongyang Lang’s mind was to retreat quickly.

Yet, Jingang seemed to contain some bizarre power, slowing Gongyang Lang significantly.

In a hair’s breadth, Feng Wuxiu was already near.

Seeing Gongyang Lang about to be slain, Hua Xiangrong finally shouted: ”Stop!”

With a wave of her hand, an iron fan flew towards Feng Wuxiu’s nape.

Feng Wuxiu swatted the iron fan away with one hand, while the other still struck Gongyang Lang, sending him splashing into the lake.

”Feng Wuxiu, what do you mean!” Hua Xiangrong saw Feng Wuxiu utterly ignored her dissuasion, swiftly descending from the pavilion to confront Feng Wuxiu: ”This isn’t your King Qin’s territory, but the Ghost Market. You’re killing my people; did you have my consent?”

Feng Wuxiu remained calm, his skin a shocking golden hue.

”Hua Xiangrong, you established this competition; on the platform, I don’t know or care who my opponent is. As long as they face me, they must die!”

Feng Wuxiu showed no signs of retreat, coldly glaring at Hua Xiangrong: ”What, you want to go back on your word?”

”You...” Hua Xiangrong’s face turned pale, momentarily unable to retort.

At that moment, Housekeeper Hu also hurried onto the platform, bowing slightly to Hua Xiangrong: ”Lord Demon King, does your word still stand? Now our King Qin’s men have won so many consecutive victories; do they qualify to take the Son of Nether Emperor?”

”No!”

”Don’t let him take him away!”

Hearing this, the others became anxious.

Yet, they couldn’t win a fight.

Hua Xiangrong was about to answer when she suddenly heard screams from the island in the lake, her face immediately sinking as she commanded: ”The seven-day period isn’t up; let’s talk once seven days have passed.”

She glanced at the lake, seeing no trace of Gongyang Lang, uncertain whether he was alive, but the shouts and killing sounded on the island made her hesitate momentarily.

Eventually, Hua Xiangrong returned to the island in the lake, ordering people to dive to retrieve Gongyang Lang, dead or alive.

Meanwhile, a maid had already died at Zhao Huai Nan’s hands on the island.

After sneaking onto the island, Chu Huai Nan directly threatened a servant for information on Ye Guichen’s whereabouts; the person, under life threats, told Chu Huai Nan Ye Guichen was in the dungeon.

Naturally, Chu Huai Nan ordered the person to lead the way to the dungeon to seize him.

Consequently, Chu Huai Nan’s actions were quickly discovered.