My Silly, Sweet Wife

Yang Di knew that his Senior Brother had always been obsessed with Sword Dao.

To the point of madness even.

However, he never imagined that today he would kneel before Ye Guichen and ask to be his disciple.

If the people of Wan Jian Villa were to find out, where would Wan Jian Villa’s dignity be?

”Senior Brother, get up, what are you doing!”

Yang Di stepped forward, trying to pull Feng Wuxiu up.

Feng Wuxiu shook off Yang Di’s arm: ”Yang Di, I understand your concerns. Over the years, I’ve been one of the top talents in Wan Jian Villa. In terms of Sword Dao talent, I’ve felt that no one could match me.”

”Therefore, I considered Wan Jian Villa as my home, something I pursued for life. Because I am one with Wan Jian Villa.”

”But today, I realized the principle that there’s always someone better and a greater heaven beyond.”

”Return and tell the villa master that as long as he doesn’t abandon me, I, Feng Wuxiu, will always be a person of Wan Jian Villa. But in terms of Sword Dao, there’s little more I can gain at Wan Jian Villa.”

”Today, the swordsmanship Senior Ye displayed, his expertise in Sword Dao, far exceeds what I can comprehend. No matter what, I must have him accept me.”

A look of determination filled his eyes.

Meeting Feng Wuxiu’s gaze, Yang Di suddenly felt a sense of daze.

Even if the villa master himself came now, he might not be able to persuade Feng Wuxiu.

”Senior Brother Feng, about the Spirit Beast Sect...”

”You handle it. I trust you.” Feng Wuxiu once again kowtowed.

Yang Di sighed, shook his head helplessly, and turned to leave.

Feng Chuchu was stunned and covered her mouth.

She knew of Feng Wuxiu’s pride all along.

Yet she never thought there would be a day when Feng Wuxiu would kneel before someone.

And with such humility, wanting to be Ye Guichen’s disciple.

”I do not take disciples!”

Ye Guichen’s voice came from the room: ”Leave.”

”Senior Ye, although I am dull, I sincerely wish to be your disciple, I beg you to grant my wish.” Feng Wuxiu sat up and kowtowed again.

Ye Guichen walked out of the room, glanced at Feng Wuxiu, and roughly grabbed him, throwing him out of the inn: ”If you think that by kneeling like this I’ll accept you, then you’re wrong! I said I do not take disciples, and besides, I do not have a good impression of people from Wan Jian Villa, get lost!”

Ye Guichen finished speaking and thrust the Immortal Slayer Sword into the doorway: ”If you step onto my territory again, you’ll be killed without mercy!”

Feng Wuxiu never expected Ye Guichen’s heart to be so hard.

He stared blankly at the Immortal Slayer Sword, his eyes inexplicably turning red.

”Ye, you’re too arrogant! Fine, since you won’t accept me, we’ll see, I will surpass you in Sword Dao!”

Inexplicably, Feng Wuxiu felt an extreme anger seeing the eyes of those around him.

Ye Guichen threw him out in front of so many people.

Even humiliating him.

As a child of the heavens, Feng Wuxiu had never suffered such grievance?

He suddenly turned and chased after Yang Di: ”I will head to the Ten Thousand Beast Sect immediately. I swear not to return without acquiring the treasure!”

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”In fact, this was an opportunity to ease relations with Wan Jian Villa. Why didn’t you agree?” Qin Muge had witnessed everything.

Inexplicably, he felt Ye Guichen was a bit too arrogant.

After all, this was Wan Jian Villa’s domain.

If Ye Guichen indeed accepted Feng Wuxiu, then Wan Jian Villa would have no way to deal with him.

Even Qin Muge, usually carefree, saw this as an opportunity.

Ye Guichen looked at Qin Muge: ”Mr. Qin, I’ve said, I do not take disciples. Moreover, how my relationship stands with Wan Jian Villa, whether they target me or not, I don’t care. By the way, we’re heading to Xuanyin Sect this afternoon, right? Get ready to leave.”

How could Ye Guichen care about a small Wan Jian Villa?

That afternoon.

Ye Guichen arrived at the agreed location as expected.

This time, Xuanyin Sect recruited over three thousand disciples, more than ten times the number from previous years.

In the past, Xuanyin Sect had high standards for recruiting disciples, with only a hundred recruits a year being considered good.

Watching those jubilant new disciples who felt they were about to rise above others, Ye Guichen felt an inexplicable complexity in his heart.

”Everyone, first, congratulations on joining our Xuanyin Sect. Next, about the Spirit Stone, originally we planned to distribute them before you head to Xuanyin Sect to show our sincerity.”

”But now, something has come up in the sect, requiring us to return immediately, so the distribution of Spirit Stones must be postponed. Rest assured, now that you’ve joined Xuanyin Sect, we are family and you will be well taken care of!”

On the stage, Li Yuanshou spoke eloquently.

Upon hearing that the distribution of Spirit Stones was delayed, many felt dissatisfied.

But indeed, they were all underprivileged, with no mindset or right to resist.

Many were even elated at joining Xuanyin Sect, fearing regret if they acted and were expelled.

So, despite their dissatisfaction, no one spoke up.

Ye Guichen, upon hearing this, increasingly felt something was amiss.

Yet, these matters were no longer important.

Ye Guichen intended to take this opportunity of joining Xuanyin Sect to see if any discrepancies would indeed reveal themselves.

After Li Yuanshou’s speech, he soon led the disciples on their journey to Xuanyin Sect.