My Silly, Sweet Wife

”Uncle Master, you’re awake?” Seeing their uncle master, Wenya and Xiang Yun felt extremely complex emotions.

Uncle Master nodded: ”I heard everything you said. Originally, I thought I was human, but after staying so many years at the Qianji Sect, I finally understood everything. In my eyes, you are like family to me, and as long as I’m here today, I absolutely won’t let the Flood Dragon King hurt you.”

As he spoke, Uncle Master stepped forward and wrapped Wenya and Xiang Yun in his embrace.

The two naturally sensed their uncle master’s unusual demeanor.

It seemed he was ready to meet death.

The rims of their eyes reddened: ”Uncle Master, in our hearts, you are our uncle master, and you will always be our uncle master!”

”Alright, it’s nothing!” Uncle Master said, and with a movement, he had already rushed out.

”Uncle Master...” Wenya burst into tears.

Xiang Yun’s eyes were also reddened.

Ye Guichen was somewhat surprised.

From the looks of it, the uncle master indeed treated Wenya and Xiang Yun very well.

What Ye Guichen didn’t expect was that the uncle master actually had real emotions like a human; it seems this Body Separation Technique is indeed impressive.

Outside, the Flood Dragon King was already furious, charging madly toward the Black Wind Cave.

Ye Guichen knew that this time they would likely have to face off against the Flood Dragon King.

If they didn’t kill the Flood Dragon King, it would be difficult to leave the Northern North Desolation.

”Let’s go, see if we can help in any way.” Ye Guichen also rushed outside.

Uncle Master was already in combat with the Flood Dragon King.

The Flood Dragon King had transformed into a massive flood dragon over thirty meters long.

Outside the Black Wind Cave was already a scene of devastation, clearly caused by the flood dragon.

Many beasts and half-demons kept their distance, not daring to approach.

Uncle Master had already exchanged blows with the flood dragon.

This uncle master’s cultivation level was clearly much stronger than Wenya and Xiang Yun’s, seemingly reaching the second or even third level of the Golden Core Realm.

He gestured, and a piece of talisman paper appeared in his hand.

The talisman paper burned in mid-air, astonishingly transforming into a large golden net.

The golden net aimed to envelop the flood dragon’s head.

However, the Flood Dragon King was not like Lady Python and was clearly a level above her.

As the golden net was about to fall on the Flood Dragon King’s head, the Flood Dragon King shook its head, extended its forepaw, and struck down the golden net.

At the same time, its other paw tore the golden net into two halves.

The Flood Dragon King’s tail whipped, hitting Uncle Master hard and sending him flying.

Uncle Master smashed through the air for hundreds of meters, even carving out a deep trench.

Yet, Uncle Master did not stop; he was already swiftly rising, swinging his fist as if extending a tentacle.

The tentacle stretched far out, reaching toward the Flood Dragon King.

The Flood Dragon King’s tough skin saw how resilient Uncle Master was and coldly snorted: ”Overestimating yourself!”

It didn’t even dodge the tentacle, instead opening its vast mouth and biting the tentacle off.

Uncle Master again leapt high, swiftly mounting the back of the Flood Dragon King.

The scales on the Flood Dragon King immediately stood up, like sharp swords stabbing at Uncle Master.

Uncle Master had no choice but to stomp his feet, swiftly dodging the Flood Dragon King’s scale spikes.

The Flood Dragon King was incredibly fast, abruptly twisting its body and grabbing Uncle Master in its paw.

Uncle Master tried to struggle, but his strength was far inferior to the Flood Dragon King’s. He let out a painful howl, yet his body was still being squeezed tighter and tighter.

The sound of bones breaking was continuous.

Wenya and the others watched, tears welling in their eyes.

”Quick, save Uncle Master!” Wenya flew out first, swinging the Qianji Umbrella toward the Flood Dragon King.

Even knowing their uncle master wasn’t really human, they’d lived together for so long, fostering a genuine emotional bond they couldn’t sever.

Simultaneously, Xiang Yun and Chen Liu also charged forward.

Each used the Thousand Mechanism Skill, surrounding the Flood Dragon King from three sides.

The Flood Dragon King was completely enraged.

But as the Flood Dragon King, it naturally had its own dignity.

No matter how many people there were, in its eyes, they were still no match.

”Haha, die!” The Flood Dragon King forcefully clenched, shattering Uncle Master’s body, leaving only the head intact.

Uncle Master’s head tilted, tears at the corners of his eyes, clearly already dead.

The Flood Dragon King paid no heed to Uncle Master, tossing the rest of the body into its mouth, then with a flick of its tail, knocked the Qianji Umbrella away.

The Qianji Umbrella, struck by the Flood Dragon King, lost its power, wobbling as it crashed heavily to the ground, shattering.

Wenya’s face changed, seeing Uncle Master swallowed by the Flood Dragon King, and the Qianji Umbrella still no match for the Flood Dragon King, tears welling up.

”Hurry, throw all the Qianji Talismans, today we’ll fight this beast to the death!”

Wenya spoke, grabbing over a dozen sheets of talisman paper and tossing them into the air.

The Qianji Talismans began to burn one by one.

Various kinds of weapons flew out.

Swords, spears, halberds—all of them.

Even some unfinished wooden armor puppet soldiers.

Though the wooden armor soldiers weren’t yet refined and were like ordinary people, Wenya couldn’t care about that anymore.

Ding Yun and Chen Liu also gritted their teeth and threw all the talisman paper.

But it was completely useless.

These were low-level Qianji Talismans, hitting the Flood Dragon King like it was scratching an itch.

”Haha, with just this bit of skill, you want to fight me?” The Flood Dragon King slapped Xiang Yun away, who was charging at him, and simultaneously reached for the little junior brother Chen Liu.

Seeing the three were not even a match against the Flood Dragon King, Chu Yuanchen stomped in anxiety, ”Brother Ye, let’s take this chance and quickly escape. That Flood Dragon King is too terrifying, and there are so many beasts surrounding us. If the Flood Dragon King catches a break, we’ll all be dead.”

Although Feng Wuxiu had recovered from his injuries, having fought the Flood Dragon King himself, he deeply understood his power and nodded in agreement.

Ye Guichen, however, had stars in his eyes.

In the past, when Ye Guichen encountered such a high-level half-demon as the Flood Dragon King, he would only kill demons for their core to boost his cultivation.

But now, with a gradual understanding of Puppet Creation, Ye Guichen had a new idea.

If he could refine the Flood Dragon King into a puppet, even if it couldn’t perform its original cultivation, at least he would have a powerful Golden Core Realm hand at his disposal.

Such an opportunity was impossible to miss.

Most importantly, if he could kill the Flood Dragon King, everything would be settled once and for all.

Ye Guichen even had another idea.

His Jiuyou Tower already had the soul of a flood dragon.

Puppet Creation records such methods, similar to Luo Dan, of borrowing the deceased body to revive the soul.

If he could achieve that, the fighting power of the Flood Dragon King would definitely increase significantly.

By then, it wouldn’t be just as simple as having a Golden Core hand.

”I’ll go and help them!” After Ye Guichen spoke, hundreds of swords flew simultaneously, instantly forming a Sword Array and shooting toward the Flood Dragon King.

Chu Yuanchen saw Ye Guichen wasn’t leaving but wanted to act, feeling anxious but had no choice.

He knew they might not be a match for the Flood Dragon King.

But if they could kill the Flood Dragon King, the entire Northern North Desolation would fall into chaos.

By then, it would definitely be a great merit, and his status in Xuantian Sect would become unparalleled.

”Damn it, fight it all!” Chu Yuanchen, holding a large knife, with a point of his toes, immediately lunged forward, charging at the Flood Dragon King.

Feng Wuxiu originally wanted to protect Ye Guichen and leave, but since Ye Guichen wasn’t leaving, he naturally wouldn’t either.

”Mr. Ye, I’ll help you!” Feng Wuxiu shouted, also rushing out.

As for the Four-eyed Dragon Scale Wolf, it was long gone somewhere unknown.

Ye Guichen’s hundred swords scattered and immediately distracted most of the Flood Dragon King’s attention.

The Flood Dragon King at once felt the immense pressure brought by the swords.

Knowing that if he fought head-on, these swords could pierce him into a porcupine.

He absolutely dared not be careless, the Flood Dragon King roared, with a sound like thunder from the sky, emitting a sound of thunder that shook the hundred swords to a standstill.

Simultaneously, Wenya and Chen Liu were also knocked flying.

Ye Guichen felt an overwhelming force hitting his eardrums, even the roars of the Flood Dragon King felt like sharp blades.

Ye Guichen touched his own skin and found a cut along it.

”So strong!” Ye Guichen’s lips curled into a bloodthirsty fervor.

Ever since advancing his cultivation, Ye Guichen had not truly had such a match against a powerful foe.

However, Ye Guichen believed unless the Flood Dragon King surpassed the Golden Core Realm, killing him wouldn’t be difficult.

”Everyone, retreat!” Ye Guichen shouted, and the hundred swords emitted a resounding cry, suddenly arranging into a Divine Dragon Sword Array.

The hundred swords, like a massive divine dragon, roared once, directly breaking through the Flood Dragon King’s roar.

Then, the hundred swords paused slightly in mid-air and once again rushed toward the Flood Dragon King.

The Flood Dragon King now felt the pressure.

He spoke human words, ”Quite skilled, but today, you must die!”

With these words, the Flood Dragon King shook his body.

His scale armor unpeeled from his flesh, like sharp blades, hitting the hundred swords.

Flames burst where scales and swords intertwined.

Since both forces were too strong, upon collision, whether Ye Guichen’s swords or the Flood Dragon King’s scale armor, as long as the direction changed, a massive force erupted.

Some stabbed into the ground, directly blasting a large hole.

Some struck the beast’s body, directly exploding it into ashes.

Chu Yuanchen and Wenya, who originally wanted to step forward and assist, watched this battle of epic proportions, completely dumbfounded.

They suddenly realized they were completely unable to intervene in such a fight.

”He... he’s so strong!” Xiang Yun muttered, shock realizing he had severely underestimated Ye Guichen’s strength.

At that time, if Ye Guichen wanted to kill them, it would have been effortless.

Wenya’s eyes also sparkled with a peculiar light.

Originally she thought Ye Guichen might understand Thousand Mechanism Skill, but his cultivation shouldn’t be that high, at least not as astonishing as seen before her eyes.

But now she realized she seemed to have underestimated Ye Guichen’s strength.

This guy, who is he really?

Wenya was already sure Ye Guichen was definitely not from the Qianji Sect, nor could he be from the Third Elder.

With Ye Guichen’s genius, how could he be under someone like the Third Elder?

In the blink of an eye, Ye Guichen had already fought the Flood Dragon King for hundreds of rounds.

Within a radius of dozens of miles, nothing was growing.

Even the hidden Black Wind Cave had collapsed considerably.