My Silly, Sweet Wife

His gaze was exceedingly sharp, yet he couldn’t discern Ye Guichen’s cultivation.

So, he deliberately exerted pressure, intending to probe Ye Guichen.

In Yang Huai’an’s view, achieving the Foundation Establishment Realm at such a young age was already quite remarkable for someone like Ye Guichen.

As long as he applied pressure, the other party would be unable to withstand the immense pressure, unable to conceal even a bit.

However, after deploying the pressure, Ye Guichen remained unfazed, a sardonic smile playing on his lips: ”You must be Yang Yinluo, right? Haha, I saved the people of your Heavenly Patrol. Is this how you treat guests?”

As he spoke, his gaze suddenly turned sharp, and the power within him surged dramatically.

An invisible force within Ye Guichen erupted suddenly.

Yang Huai’an, who was probing Ye Guichen, suddenly felt a sharp pain deep within his soul, his face twisted in agony, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

Thud thud thud!

Yang Huai’an staggered several steps backward, staring at Ye Guichen in horror: ”What, what trickery is this?”

Ye Guichen naturally employed a method of directly attacking the soul.

After cultivating the Xuanming Prison Suppressing Technique to the fifth level, he began refining his soul.

For Ye Guichen, this kind of soul attack was as easy as child’s play.

If Ye Guichen wished, although he couldn’t annihilate Yang Huai’an with a mere glance, he could definitely rob him of his mobility.

Then upon striking, he could eliminate the opponent in a single blow.

”Boss, are you alright?” Seeing Yang Huai’an’s reaction, Shen Lang hurried forward to support Yang Huai’an, his heart filled with extreme fear.

He cast a suspicious glance at Ye Guichen, unable to hide his terror.

Could it be that his cultivation was higher than Yang Yinluo’s?

Ye Guichen didn’t further press Yang Huai’an, instead withdrawing his soul power and speaking calmly: ”Yang Yinluo, I do not wish to be your enemy. If I’m unwelcome here, I can leave.”

With that, Ye Guichen turned, intending to leave.

Yang Huai’an hurriedly stepped forward to block Ye Guichen: ”Mr. Ye, I was rash earlier, I hope you can forgive me. Our Heavenly Patrol is responsible for ensuring the safety of everyone in Dragon City, and the situation is somewhat tense, so I’m also compelled against my will.”

Ye Guichen chuckled: ”Yang Yinluo, I bear no ill will, and the relationship with Qin Muge is quite amicable.”

”You know the Second Prince?” Yang Huai’an was taken aback, then sighed: ”Mr. Ye, don’t you know yet?”

”Know what?”

”I just received word from above that the Second Prince has gone missing,” Yang Huai’an said.

Ye Guichen raised an eyebrow: ”Missing? This is the Imperial City, how could a Prince simply go missing? Are you joking with me?”

Yang Huai’an felt immensely awkward.

They were the guardians of the Imperial City.

To think Qin Muge disappeared right under their noses was a slap to their faces.

This was even more embarrassing than the death of a seventh-layer Foundation Establishment Realm expert.

Thus, orders had been given from above that if Qin Muge couldn’t be found before dawn, Yang Huai’an would be held accountable first.

If Qin Cangqiong got enraged at that time, he might directly call for execution.

The pressure on Yang Huai’an was immense.

Though just a Yinluo, he was on duty tonight, and any mishap first implicated him.

”Mr. Ye, you may not know, but it’s puzzling to us too.” Yang Huai’an didn’t conceal anything, explaining: ”Three hours ago, the guards of the inner city reported the Second Prince exiting the inner city with a woman. From appearances, the Second Prince seemed willing, but our investigation shows he might have been bewitched, and his consciousness unclear.”

”What do you mean?” Ye Guichen asked.

Yang Huai’an gestured to invite Ye Guichen to sit first.

Ye Guichen nodded, complying without pretense.

Yang Huai’an signaled Shen Lang with a nod: ”Shen Tongluo, go make a cup of tea for Mr. Ye.”

After Shen Lang left, Yang Huai’an continued: ”Mr. Ye, I’m concerned that a demon path practitioner has infiltrated Dragon City, and someone near His Majesty might have wielded a great trick, shielding the Spiritual Sense of the National Guardian Dragon so that the dragon couldn’t identify the intruder, allowing the chance.”

Ye Guichen grew increasingly bewildered as he listened.

Everything Yang Huai’an spoke of seemed quite mystifying.

But soon, under Yang Huai’an’s explanation, Ye Guichen grasped the gist.

In this world, although sorcerers are rare, almost like unicorns, they possess very powerful mana.

This mana seems to have a remarkable similarity to Ye Guichen’s mystical powers.

Yet fundamentally differs from Ye Guichen’s mystical powers.

The 108 mystical powers Ye Guichen used from the Esoteric Sect were meant for attack, ultimately to kill, enhancing one’s combat prowess.

Whereas, a sorcerer’s powers were different.

Sorcerer’s powers could alter unseen elements to the naked eye.

For example, a sorcerer could heal injuries, powerful enough that with merely a wave, they could revive a dying person.

Moreover, sorcerers dabble in Alchemy and Artifact Refining; a mighty sorcerer could forge immensely powerful pills and weapons.

In this aspect, sorcerers somehow converge with Alchemists and Artifact Refiners.

Therefore, the sorcerer system encompasses a relatively broad scope.

Another crucial point is that sorcerers can shield others’ consciousness, either making them invisible or inaudible.

In Dragon City, the dragon statue protects against malicious intrusions.