My Silly, Sweet Wife

The black-robed figure saw that his attack unexpectedly failed, his expression turned icy cold, and he retrieved a black bottle from somewhere, opened it directly, unleashing countless ghostly spirits that shot forth with soul-devouring power toward Uncle Fu.

Facing the approaching ghosts, Uncle Fu felt a sense of powerlessness. He knew that his strongest strike, Dragon Dance of Heaven and Earth, held his essence despite his injuries, yet couldn’t overcome the black-robed figure. His eyes revealed a hint of despair.

From afar, Ye Guichen observed the black-robed figure closely and realized this wasn’t the Holy Envoy he had previously encountered; this figure was far more powerful.

Yet, Ye Guichen had never harbored good feelings for such black-robed figures. Seeing the impending danger Uncle Fu faced, Ye Guichen felt he couldn’t simply stand by any longer.

Ye Guichen directly summoned the Jiuyou Tower, which started to rotate continuously.

In the distance, the spirits felt an enormous pull drawing them in a specific direction.

Countless spirits swiftly flew toward the Jiuyou Tower, getting locked inside the iron cages.

”Hmm?”

The black-robed figure noticed his released spirits being completely absorbed and unconsciously looked in Ye Guichen’s direction.

”Who are you?” The black-robed figure coldly stared at Ye Guichen.

”I’m the one here to kill you,” Ye Guichen replied solemnly.

”Mr. Ye? How are you here? Run away quickly!” From a distance, Uncle Fu saw Ye Guichen reappear, his heart panicked. Ye Guichen had already saved many children’s lives, and Uncle Fu felt grateful towards him.

Ye Guichen assessed Uncle Fu’s condition, using his rapid movement technique to quickly approach, grabbed his arm, and used the Yimu Evergreen Art to stabilize his current injuries.

”What?” Ye Guichen noticed Uncle Fu’s physical state, discovering countless cracks already present in his Dantian, causing him to secretly frown.

”Mr. Ye, the black-robed figure is terrifyingly powerful, leave now!” Uncle Fu said, pulling Ye Guichen behind him, intending to buy him time. In his view, Ye Guichen’s Golden Core Realm strength couldn’t possibly match the black-robed figure.

Touched by Uncle Fu’s actions, Ye Guichen felt moved, surprised that in his dying moments, he still helped others.

Ye Guichen’s gaze firm, he stared at the black-robed figure before him, pulling Uncle Fu behind himself, offering a reassuring look and stepped forward onto the array plate, facing the black-robed figure.

Uncle Fu watched Ye Guichen’s actions, anxiety overwhelmed, trying to step forward again to pull him back when he suddenly coughed up blood, collapsed on the ground, and his aura weakened instantly.

As he watched Ye Guichen’s back, a wave of despair surged in his heart.

The black-robed figure saw Ye Guichen’s fearless advance, amusement playing at his lips.

”I assume you’re the Holy Envoy of the Holy Temple!” Ye Guichen spoke icily.

”Oh? Kid, you actually know about the Holy Envoy?” The black-robed figure appeared surprised.

”Not only do I know about the Holy Envoy, but I also know you’re collecting the Nine Nether Dragon Soul Grass to repair your severely injured soul power,” Ye Guichen continued.

Hearing Ye Guichen’s words, a wave of fury surged in the black-robed figure’s heart. Ever since the Demon Clan’s Young Master came to the Holy Temple, the Ghost Cultivators lived in hell; he wanted to escape the Demon Clan’s control but was gravely injured, forced to hide here.

”Tell me the hiding place of your Ghost Cultivators!” Ye Guichen demanded authoritatively.

”Kid, even if I tell you, do you think you can leave here? Today, I’ll use you for my Soul Refining Technique.” The black-robed figure sinisterly said.

The black-robed figure shook his robe and took out a staff, which was covered in skulls, extremely eerie.

”Kid, let me show you my Soul Refining Array.” The black-robed figure swung his staff at the circular array plate before him, a wisp of black mist flew into the center beneath the palm fan of the plate, nourishing it. The plate quickly spun and enveloped Ye Guichen.

Sudden spatial changes made Ye Guichen examine his surroundings when a bloody hand grabbed his ankle from below. Ye Guichen, seeing this, drew the Immortal Slayer Sword and slashed at the hand, severing it in two. He then summoned the Earthly Branches Twelve Puppets around him.

Although one had suffered a severe blow before, it was repaired by Ye Guichen and recovered.

Howling winds swept through the array plate, unleashing numerous ghosts, soon forming nine skulls around the plate. With a wailing cry, the nine skulls attacked Ye Guichen.

The Earthly Branches Twelve Puppets sensed the nearing danger and simultaneously drew swords, slashing at the skulls, which were repelled several meters, stabilizing themselves before being engulfed by countless spirits, the skulls enlarging, readying another charge at Ye Guichen.

The Earthly Branches Twelve Puppets tried to repeat their attack to repel the skulls again, but this time the skulls opened their mouths, spewing black mist at the puppets’ chests, sending one flying back, losing its combat effectiveness.

Ye Guichen, seeing the skulls nearing, immediately summoned the Jiuyou Tower to shield himself, observing the Soul Refining Array.

”Kid, don’t waste your efforts. This Soul Refining Array is one of the Ghost Clan’s eight great arrays, anyone caught within will endure hellish agony,” the black-robed figure gleefully remarked outside the plate, eagerly anticipating the completion of the Soul Refining Array.