My Silly, Sweet Wife

Chen Liangce held a Bagua plate in his hand, a map of Hefeng Valley laid out before him.

After a while, Chen Liangce’s frown became deeper.

”Mr. Ye, we shouldn’t be camping here, the nights here might not be safe!” After a long pause, Chen Liangce looked up, filled with worry.

”Old Chen, stop with the mumbo jumbo, just say it directly!” Feng Zhuo looked at Chen Liangce, displeased.

This Chen Liangce was always mysterious, like a shaman, occasionally spouting vague statements, leaving everyone curious.

Chen Liangce smiled awkwardly, pointing at the map before him: ”Mr. Ye, look, although this Hefeng Valley is merely a canyon, its shape is extremely strange, resembling a skull. And, as far as I know, this place had once been the site where over a million people died, after which a sect appeared nearby, I believe it’s called the Yin Ghost Sect.”

”The Yin Ghost Sect again?” Ye Guichen had heard of this name even in the mortal world.

Could this Yin Ghost Sect be related to the one Chen Liangce mentioned?

”Old Chen, what did you say, the Yin Ghost Sect is nearby?” Upon hearing Chen Liangce’s words, Feng Zhuo and Feng Qiansui’s expressions slightly changed.

It seemed they had also heard of the Yin Ghost Sect.

Chen Liangce nodded gently and continued: ”If I am correct, the Yin Ghost Sect is somewhere in this Hefeng Valley. The sect masters the technique of refining Yin Souls. Given the presence of millions of Yin Souls here, it is a place heavy with Yin energy, which is why the Yin Ghost Sect chose this location. So, if we are targeted by the Yin Ghost Sect, we might be in danger!”

”Bah, what is there to fear!” Feng Zhuo stiffened his neck, trying to appear composed: ”We have ten thousand people here, plus nearly twenty barbarians, are we supposed to fear a mere Yin Ghost Sect? Hmph, if those sinister sects dare to stir trouble, we shall eradicate the Yin Ghost Sect directly.”

Chen Liangce shook his head and smiled bitterly: ”This is inaccurate, if the Yin Ghost Sect were easy to eliminate, it wouldn’t have existed all these years. If they are truly entrenched here, they’ve likely set up the Yin Ghost Formation over time, and once activated, all of us would become sacrifices for the formation.”

”Therefore, the urgent task is for us to leave this place quickly, without delay.”

Ye Guichen heard this but didn’t take it to heart at all.

He picked up the map in front of Chen Liangce, examined it closely, and then laughed heartily: ”No problem, even if the Yin Ghost Sect is here, we can just easily wipe them out.”

”Mr. Ye, the Yin Ghost Sect practices are sinister cults, not something we can deal with using regular methods; we mustn’t be careless!” Chen Liangce wanted to persuade further but was interrupted by Ye Guichen’s wave of the hand.

”No worries, if they dare come, we’ll handle them. Let’s rest now, and once we are rested, we should speed things up.” Ye Guichen was not worried about the Yin Ghost Sect at all.

He possessed the Jiuyou Tower, and the Xuanming Prison Suppressing Technique was cultivation for dealing with Yin ghosts.

If anyone from the Yin Ghost Sect dared to seek trouble with him, Ye Guichen wouldn’t mind killing them all.

Moreover, from the first moment Ye Guichen arrived at this Hefeng Valley, he liked it.

Because, Ye Guichen himself felt the place was very heavy with Yin energy, like a ghost lair.

Places that form ghost lairs are invariably frequented by fierce ghosts.

And as the Xuanming Prison Suppressing Technique progresses, Ye Guichen found cultivation increasingly difficult.

To advance another level, ordinary Spiritual Energy was insufficient, requiring a substantial amount of Yin energy and Yin ghosts.

It was for this reason that Ye Guichen chose this place.

Now he was worried the Yin Ghost Sect wouldn’t show up, causing his painstaking efforts to be wasted.

Meanwhile.

In the very center of Hefeng Valley.

No vegetation surrounded, only black sand everywhere, a scene of lifelessness.

The feeling was akin to a hell on earth.

And beneath the central ground of Hefeng Valley was an extremely spacious hall.

At the very center of the hall, stood a statue.

The statue had a cyan face with fangs, wielding a steel fork, over ten meters tall, resembling a fierce and evil Yaksha.

Below the Yaksha was a chair carved from black stone.

Upon the chair sat a person shrouded in black mist.

No one could see the person’s face, but the rolling black mist around was chilling, as if suddenly stepping into the dead of winter.

The entire hall contained dozens of people, all dressed in black, appearing ghostly and eerie.

”Sect Master, great news!” Below, someone excitedly knelt before the black mist-shrouded figure.

This person was none other than the Sect Master of the Yin Ghost Sect, Gui Jianchou.

Back then, Gui Jianchou was just an ordinary person without cultivation talent, but an accidental chance exposed him to a Ghost Path cultivation technique, allowing exponential progress.

From then on, Gui Jianchou embarked on the ghost path, using Yin ghosts to cultivate by absorbing Yin energy.

As his power grew, Gui Jianchou’s ambition swelled.

Gradually, he established a sect and discovered the feng shui treasure that is Hefeng Valley.

A million Yin Souls!

If all million Yin Souls could be refined or consumed, the power of the Yin Ghost Sect could easily suppress the Xuantian Sect and dominate the entire Daqian Dynasty.