My Silly, Sweet Wife

Everyone was petrified with fear.

As the saying goes, serving the emperor is like serving a tiger.

In this situation, they had no choice but to comply.

Just then, the State Preceptor suddenly raised his hand and tossed the divination plate forward.

Everyone in the grand hall was still puzzled about what was happening, but the State Preceptor had already retrieved the divination plate.

”State Preceptor, what happened?” Qin Cangqiong felt something was off and asked urgently.

The State Preceptor, expressionless, replied, ”Someone is using a captured soul to gather information. For them to control a soul under the Heavenly Patrol’s nose, they must also be a magician.”

”A captured soul?”

”What nerve! That magician is truly audacious!”

”State Preceptor, quickly find a way to root him out!”

Upon hearing this, everyone was in an uproar.

Using a captured soul to gather information, and even probing the court sessions, was a direct slap in their faces.

Qin Cangqiong also hurriedly said, ”State Preceptor, can you show us the captured soul?”

”Of course.” The State Preceptor held the divination plate, brushing a hand over it.

The next second, a ghostly figure floated out of the divination plate.

The apparition struggled continuously, letting out sharp shrieks, but no matter how hard it struggled, it couldn’t escape above the divination plate.

Seeing this scene, many widened their eyes in amazement.

For most, they’d never witnessed a soul before, so seeing a semi-transparent spirit was naturally novel.

Qin Cangqiong’s spirit was lifted: ”State Preceptor, can you trace this soul to find the magician?”

”I can try!” Nodding, the State Preceptor tapped on the divination plate again.

The captured soul stopped struggling and floated outward.

”Zhu Ming, quickly, follow the soul and capture that magician!” Qin Cangqiong ordered directly.

Zhu Ming cupped his fists towards Qin Cangqiong and swiftly gathered the Heavenly Patrol experts to follow the soul.

Meanwhile, Ye Guichen suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his forehead.

”Someone discovered the soul I released?” Ye Guichen’s expression grew cold.

Unfamiliar with the internal workings of the Daqian Dynasty, his first thought was of that magician who shielded the Panlong Box.

However, since the soul was captured and couldn’t return to report, Ye Guichen couldn’t quickly discern their direction.

Just as Ye Guichen was about to instruct other souls to investigate that direction, a soul returned.

This soul brought back information, revealing Qin Muge’s whereabouts.

”So soon?”

Ye Guichen couldn’t afford to wait any longer to check the magician’s whereabouts and, accompanied by the Four-eyed Dragon Scale Wolf, followed the soul’s lead south-east.

Half an hour later, Ye Guichen arrived outside a dilapidated mansion.

This mansion was even larger than the one encountered last night, with its iron gates similarly rusty.

However, upon arrival, Ye Guichen sensed someone’s presence here.

”Who’s there!”

As Ye Guichen was about to storm in for a closer look, a shout of anger came from behind.

Immediately, the Heavenly Patrol surrounded Ye Guichen.

Yang Huai’an was among them and recognized Ye Guichen immediately, ”Mr. Ye, why is it you?”

Ye Guichen, also curious, replied, ”Why are you here?”

Zhu Ming scoffed coldly, ”Yang Yinluo, so he’s Ye Guichen? Humph, indeed related to the Demon Clan, what else is there to say now?”

”Boss, I believe there’s a misunderstanding here,” Yang Huai’an tried to explain.

Not wanting to waste words, Zhu Ming, aware of Ye Guichen’s abilities and known that his men might not be a match, drew his sword: ”All of you, block all escape routes. Today, I will capture this traitor.”

Ye Guichen sensed a misunderstanding, but seeing Zhu Ming not giving him any chance to explain and charging at him with a blade, he grew increasingly annoyed.

In an instant, Ye Guichen recognized Zhu Ming’s peak Foundation Establishment Realm strength.

In the past, Ye Guichen might have avoided confrontation, not daring to engage him.

But now, dealing with a peak Foundation Establishment Realm expert was effortless for Ye Guichen.

”So you are Zhu Ming? Hmph, attacking without clarity, you’re quite the Golden Bell!” Ye Guichen mocked, already drawing out the Immortal Slayer Sword, ”In that case, let’s see the might of a Golden Bell from the Heavenly Patrol!”

”Be careful!” Yang Huai’an, seeing Ye Guichen draw his sword, immediately grew tense.

Whether that ”be careful” was for Ye Guichen or Zhu Ming remained unclear.

No sooner said than done, Zhu Ming’s blade was already near Ye Guichen.

Ye Guichen sidestepped easily, evading Zhu Ming’s strike.

Zhu Ming was momentarily stunned, surprised that Ye Guichen could evade his attack effortlessly.

After all, it was a peak Foundation Establishment strike; ordinary people couldn’t possibly evade it.

”You little punk, no wonder you could escape from the Heavenly Patrol, seems you have some skills. In that case, we absolutely can’t let you go!”

Zhu Ming roared, his blade flashing, ”Sweeping Army!”

With one move, the blade light seemed to shadow Ye Guichen, freezing his body.

For those with lesser cultivation than Zhu Ming, evading this move was impossible, and they’d be cleaved in two.

But Ye Guichen’s body paused only momentarily before breaking free from the feeling of confinement.

Angered by Zhu Ming’s murderous intent, Ye Guichen counterattacked instead of dodging: ”Ten Sword Formation!”

Against Zhu Ming, controlling him required more than ordinary Swordsmanship.

Ye Guichen unleashed the Ten Sword Formation, denying Zhu Ming any chance of retaliation.

Once the ten swords were unleashed, they instantly shattered Zhu Ming’s blade light.

The ten swords simultaneously approached Zhu Ming.

Sword shadows flickered as immense power burst forth.

Though not engulfed by the sword light, Yang Huai’an and others felt the terrifying killing power emanating from it.

Yang Huai’an was inwardly awed.

Although he was somewhat familiar with Ye Guichen, he had never witnessed such terrifying swordsmanship from him.

Yang Huai’an was convinced that he wouldn’t withstand even one move against those ten swords.

Zhu Ming’s expression also changed.

Wanting to retreat, he found all exits sealed, trapping him completely.

His face turned slightly pale, forced to break through a few swords.

However, once formed, the Ten Sword Formation was interconnected and wouldn’t be easily broken.

Zhu Ming exerted himself to the utmost, but the swords closed in, ready to slice him into pieces.

”Are you from Wan Jian Villa?” Zhu Ming roared in fury.

He simply couldn’t understand how, aside from Wan Jian Villa, anyone else in the Daqian Dynasty could wield such Swordsmanship.

But if Ye Guichen was indeed from Wan Jian Villa, how could he be involved with a magician?