My Silly, Sweet Wife

Ye Guichen attempted to summon the black tower once again.

Seeming that it had been summoned before, when Ye Guichen pushed the Xuanming Prison Suppressing Technique to its peak this time, the black tower automatically appeared in front of him.

”What is this thing?”

Having practiced the Xuanming Prison Suppressing Technique, Ye Guichen knew that these black mists were condensed from yin energy and could be used to kill enemies at critical times.

Now, the black tower had nearly materialized.

The black tower in front of him was about two meters tall. When Ye Guichen tried to immerse his consciousness into it, a miracle occurred.

He heard a sharp sound of air being cut from beside him.

In the next second, the scenery before Ye Guichen changed instantly.

He found himself inside a cage.

This cage seemed like a prison, surrounded by iron windows.

Yet, with a thought, the iron door automatically opened.

Ye Guichen walked out and discovered there were countless such iron cages before him, and at the end of them seemed to be a path leading upwards.

This feeling was something Ye Guichen had experienced before.

His spirit leaving the body.

Indeed, back at Xianju Mountain, in White Mist Valley, Ye Guichen had gained control over the array, and controlling it felt the same as this.

So, Ye Guichen was not unfamiliar.

Continuing down the rows of iron cages, Ye Guichen counted them; this level had eighteen cages.

However, each one was empty, without anything inside.

Upon reaching the end, Ye Guichen looked at the stairs in front of him.

The stairs clearly led to the second floor.

If guessed correctly, this should be the first floor.

After a moment of hesitation, Ye Guichen stepped quickly onto the stairs.

When he reached the second floor, he quickly heard a violent crashing sound.

As if something was there.

This time, there were only thirteen iron cages. In one of them, Ye Guichen saw an old man dressed in rags, looking like a beggar.

The old man was continuously hitting his head against the iron cage, seemingly wanting to break it.

But it was to no avail.

No matter how the old man crashed against it, the iron cage did not change at all.

”Who are you?” Ye Guichen asked, standing outside the cage.

The old man was startled, seemingly not expecting anyone here, and when he looked up, his sharp eyes stared directly at Ye Guichen: ”It’s you?”

”Hmm?” Ye Guichen didn’t expect that the other person actually recognized him, ”You know me?”

”You’re the one who fought with me!” The old man seemed somewhat dazed, but he pointed at Ye Guichen and said, ”You’re very powerful, I didn’t expect you actually defeated me! Haha, if it wasn’t for that bell, I would have run away, I would’ve run away!”

Ye Guichen frowned.

He couldn’t help but recall that paper man.

”Are you the strongman Hu Lu sealed inside the paper man?” Ye Guichen asked.

”Haha, Hu Lu is a beast! I’m his uncle-master, he killed me for refining a Ghost Slave, he actually killed me when I wasn’t watching! Ah, that beast, that beast!” The old man kept talking, and his head-bashing became even harder.

Yet no matter how the old man tried, it was of no use.

Ye Guichen wanted to try asking more questions.

But the old man had started babbling senselessly.

Evidently, this soul was severely damaged, and its memory was fragmented and not consistent.

Ye Guichen shook his head and asked no further, choosing instead to keep walking up the black tower.

Next, apart from the iron cages, there were no other anomalies, not even more souls appearing.

However, Ye Guichen gained some understanding of the black tower.

This black tower had a total of seven layers, and the number of cages decreased as one ascended.

The seventh layer had only one cage.

It was very large and seemed more solid than the cages below.

”It seems that this iron tower appears when the Xuanming Prison Suppressing Technique is cultivated to a certain extent, specially used to suppress souls. With this iron tower, could I also have a paper army in the future?”

With a thought, Ye Guichen’s surroundings transformed once more.

When he opened his eyes again, he was back in his cave dwelling.

The black tower still appeared intermittently.

Ye Guichen waved his hand, causing the black tower to disappear.

Yet, Ye Guichen could clearly sense the presence of the black tower.

As long as he wished, he could easily summon that soul.

Lowering his head, his gaze fell on the items taken from Hu Lu.

Aside from the soul nurturing bottle, Hu Lu also had a bag.

The bag contained a dozen spirit stones, which should be all his assets.

As for anything else, aside from some talismans, what interested Ye Guichen the most was a parchment scroll.

The parchment scroll was already yellowed, with three characters written on it: Ghost Path Scripture.

After flipping it open and glancing at it, indeed it contained a section describing methods for refining Ghost Slaves.

Moreover, it detailed procedures for capturing souls, storing them, and refining them.

Ye Guichen felt as if he had opened a whole new world.

He didn’t know how long he spent reading.

”The Ghost Path, so profound indeed. According to it, if mastered to the end, wouldn’t it allow souls to possess bodies, enabling ghosts to be reborn?”

Ye Guichen became somewhat excited.

If a suitable body could be found, transplanting Gui Tuo’s soul might indeed allow Gui Tuo to be reborn.

Of course, such tales defied celestial rules, and finding a suitable body wouldn’t be easy. Moreover, there were countless conditions for merging souls with flesh, ones that Ye Guichen couldn’t achieve in his current state.

Closing the book, Ye Guichen took a deep breath, fixing his eyes on the talismans.

Most of these talismans were intended for refining Ghost Slaves, capable of attaching souls to them, then transforming into so-called paper men.

For ordinary paper people, one talisman suffices.

As long as a consciousness-bearing soul attaches to a paper man, to ordinary eyes, it resembles a regular person.

But it’s merely an illusion; beneath the touch, it’s still paper.

To refine a combat-capable paper man, like the one Ye Guichen faced before, more talismans are required.

The more talismans needed, the stronger the soul it can accommodate, leading to higher combat prowess.

According to the Ghost Path Scripture, if one manages to use a hundred and eight talismans to refine a paper man, its fighting capabilities might rival that of an Immortal, capable of splitting a mountain with a palm.

Of course, the prerequisite is a soul of the same realm.

Killing an Immortal to refine a paper man—just thinking about it feels thrilling.

Ye Guichen shook his head with a bitter smile, putting aside such unrealistic thoughts, then focusing on the bell.

This bell should be the key to controlling the Ghost Slave.

If the Ghost Slave behaves obediently, the bell remains unused.

But once the Ghost Slave loses control, shaking the bell can forcibly dominate the Ghost Slave, making it serve one’s will.

No matter how strong a soul might be, it would be intimidated by the bell’s sound.

”This bell seems to be called the Soul Suppressing Bell?” Ye Guichen pondered, though not hurrying to refine the previous paper man’s soul into it.

He felt no immediate need and didn’t understand that soul well.

If possible, Ye Guichen was more inclined to refine that soul onto the remains of the slain Su the Monster.

That way, the combat power would far surpass using ordinary paper men.

For now, these ideas were still conceptual.

Ye Guichen stored the items gathered from Hu Lu into his storage ring, calmed his mind, and walked out of the cave.

Upon his exit, someone immediately went to notify the Great Elders.

Soon, led by the Great Elder, numerous elders hurried over.

They looked at Ye Guichen with complex gazes.

Transitioning from distrust to genuine admiration.

Yet many had expressions of concern.

Clearly, although Hu Lu was slain, King Qin would undoubtedly be enraged and send stronger forces.

When that time comes, it wouldn’t be as easy.

”Young Master, what are your plans next?” the Great Elder asked, even his address changing.

Ye Guichen’s gaze softened: ”I wish to meet the Sect Master.”