My Silly, Sweet Wife

When the black smoke dispersed, the entire scene was deathly silent.

Whether it was the people from the Dan God Sect or those under King Qin.

Even Hu Lu was dumbfounded.

He looked at the paper man that had dissolved into a talisman, then glanced at the long knife on the ground, feeling a shiver run down his spine—a chilling sensation inexplicably rushed to his heart.

”Who are you?” Hu Lu struggled to raise his head, as if he was for the first time genuinely interested in the name Ye Guichen.

Or perhaps, he wanted to know what kind of expert in this world could defeat the Ghost Slave that he had painstakingly refined.

No, it seemed it hadn’t been killed!

Hu Lu quickly sensed something was amiss.

If it had really been killed, the paper man would have turned to ashes.

However, the paper man hadn’t, which meant only one possibility—the soul of that Foundation Establishment expert had been extracted.

But how could that be possible?

In this world, perhaps even his master couldn’t achieve that?

Ye Guichen spoke indifferently: ”My name is Ye Guichen, you can also call me the Son of the Nether Emperor. Years ago, when the Seven Kings rebelled, the Nether Emperor died, I managed to escape alive, and now I have returned. Haha, since I’ve returned, I will take your head to inform King Qin to prepare for my coming!”

With those words, Ye Guichen picked up the long knife and slashed down.

Hu Lu saw his body becoming more and more distant, his pupils starting to scatter, unable to even utter a threatening word.

”You killed me, you won’t be able to release your Ghost Slave...”

This was Hu Lu’s last sentence.

But Ye Guichen used the long knife to snatch the red net from Hu Lu’s mouth, simultaneously slashing it in half.

A ghostly figure floated out from inside, dissipating instantly the next moment.

Ye Guichen knew that after being trapped by the red net, Gui Tuo was somewhat weak and unable to manifest easily.

Ye Guichen did not say much, but quickly rummaged through Hu Lu’s corpse and quickly found a small black bottle the size of a thumb.

Though small in size, the bottle was extremely heavy, as if it contained something weighty inside.

Ye Guichen opened the bottle, ghostly wails and howls immediately sounded.

A voice simultaneously sounded at Ye Guichen’s ear: ”Soul Nurturing Bottle, it’s a Soul Nurturing Bottle, it’s filled with many ghostly entities.”

It was Gui Tuo’s voice.

”Return!” Ye Guichen shouted into the bottle in a low voice.

The ghostly entities that originally wanted to rush out quieted down one by one, no longer daring to escape.

Ye Guichen asked, ”Do you want to go in?”

Gui Tuo’s voice trembled slightly: ”Yes, inside, it seems to nourish my spirit, and there are almost all mindless remnants that can become my supplements.”

”Then go in.” Ye Guichen said indifferently.

”Thank you, Mr. Ye.”

The next moment, Ye Guichen clearly felt the Soul Nurturing Bottle in his hand grow heavier.

After screwing the lid back on, Ye Guichen used the long knife to lift Hu Lu’s head and looked towards those Qin soldiers, now trembling with fear: ”Would you still fight?”

All the Qin soldiers fearfully looked at Ye Guichen, with no intention of engaging him in combat.

”Kill!”

Ye Guichen showed no mercy, his voice fell, and the disciples of the Dan God Sect pounced and slaughtered them.

The Qin soldiers were completely routed, becoming stray dogs, unable to last in battle.

In just a few minutes, aside from a few who fled, they were almost entirely killed.

Ye Guichen threw Hu Lu’s head to Ren Wobai: ”Take Hu Lu’s corpse and head to the Qin camp, tell them I’ve returned.”

Having said that, he turned to return to the Dan God Sect.

All the disciples of the Dan God Sect automatically formed two lines, saluting Ye Guichen as he passed.

The plants and trees that Ye Guichen had previously grown using the Yi Wood Evergreen Technique quickly shrank back to their original forms.

Mu Yang followed closely beside Ye Guichen like a puppy, gazing at him with eyes that sparkled.

”Ye, you, you’re so impressive!” Nolan Qingqing couldn’t hide her admiration as she spoke.

Ye Guichen smiled faintly, ”I’ll go rest first.”

For now, he felt curious about the prison in his consciousness.

And the soul of the paper man seemed to have entered his consciousness too.

It seemed that his Xuanming Prison Suppressing Technique had undergone a subtle change.

Ye Guichen now only wanted to quickly figure out what exactly was going on.

”By the way, Mu Yang, bring me everything from Hu Lu’s corpse.” Ye Guichen instructed, then quickly returned to his cave.

Soon enough, Mu Yang brought all of Hu Lu’s belongings to Ye Guichen.

Ye Guichen looked at Mu Yang: ”Mu Yang, my identity is not only as Sect Leader of the Silver Spear Sect but also as the Son of the Nether Emperor. I killed Hu Lu today, King Qin will surely be enraged, then there’ll be a massacre. Now, I need Silver Spear Sect’s help...”

”Understood!”

Mu Yang pounded his chest, ”Haha, I’ll immediately go back to Silver Spear Sect and get Chen Mumu to bring experts to assist. It’s no big deal, a little King Qin, our Silver Spear Sect isn’t afraid.”

Ye Guichen nodded.

This Mu Yang was indeed clever, understood without needing to be told too clearly.

Then, Mu Yang returned to Silver Spear Sect to call for reinforcements, while Ye Guichen shut the door to his cave and immersed himself in the Xuanming Prison Suppressing Technique.

Previously, though Ye Guichen could unleash the Heaven and Earth Collapsing technique to instantaneously kill opponents, he had never summoned any black tower-like thing.

Today, in an urgent moment, the black tower seemed to have sensed the presence of spirits and appeared on its own.