My Silly, Sweet Wife

Ye Guichen acted as if he hadn’t heard anything and continued walking forward.

Under everyone’s gaze, Ye Guichen stopped five steps away from the Fountain of Life and looked up at the stream of life essence cascading down like a small waterfall.

Everyone held their breath, not daring to move.

Even those barbarians stared fixedly at Ye Guichen, praying over and over in their hearts.

At this moment, however, Ye Guichen seemed to sink into a mysterious state.

All around him, everything from before suddenly vanished, as if a voice had sounded in his mind.

”Son, you’re here?”

All of a sudden, a gentle female voice rang out.

Ye Guichen looked up and saw that at some unknown time a green meadow had appeared in front of him.

On the meadow, a middle‑aged woman in black armor was smiling broadly and beckoning to him.

That smile was incomparably kind and warm.

”Who are you?” Ye Guichen asked oddly.

”I’m your mother!” The woman laughed. ”Haven’t you gone through so much just to come find me?”

”Mother?”

The word felt very unfamiliar to Ye Guichen.

”How are you here?” Ye Guichen asked subconsciously.

”Hehe, I’ve been waiting here for you all along!” The woman’s voice was bewitching to the extreme, as if striking directly at Ye Guichen’s soul. ”Come, come over here, let Mother take a good look at you.”

As she spoke, the woman continued to wave Ye Guichen over.

Ye Guichen felt his body walk toward the woman against his will.

It felt as if whatever the woman said, he would nod and agree.

However, when he was five steps away from the woman, Ye Guichen suddenly stopped.

”Something’s wrong!”

Ye Guichen’s spirit shook, and a formless warning flashed from deep within his heart.

It was a premonition of a life‑threatening crisis.

”You’re not my mother, and you can’t possibly be my mother!” Ye Guichen suddenly awoke and stared fixedly at the woman. ”You’re the Spiritual Sense formed by the Fountain of Life. You want to devour me to nourish yourself, don’t you?”

The woman froze, then giggled, seeming somewhat surprised that Ye Guichen had actually seen through her.

The next instant, the woman suddenly turned into a stream of black smoke.

The black smoke twisted ferociously, baring fangs and brandishing claws, and on its blurry face only a pair of eyes could be seen.

”Brat, you really surprise me. Your soul is actually so pure, so powerful! Gahaha, it’s been so long since I’ve tasted something this delicious. Looks like this time I’ll truly feast!”

As those words fell, the black shadow suddenly lunged at Ye Guichen, as if wanting to engulf him whole.

Almost in the same instant, Ye Guichen also came back to his senses.

It seemed he had entered the soul domain set up by the Fountain of Life.

Once his soul was controlled, his body would be left for the other side to butcher at will.

Thinking back to Uncle Jian just now, it must have been that the Fountain of Life touched something deep in Uncle Jian’s heart, causing his mind to lose control and be seized by the Fountain of Life.

”You… you’re not the Fountain of Life at all, you’re a Ghost Cultivator that devours souls?”

Ye Guichen cried out in shock.

”Hehe, it’s already too late for you to understand now!” The black shadow laughed wildly. ”Your soul is something that only appears once in a thousand years, it makes my mouth water! But you realized it far too late. Do you think there are so many Fountains of Life in this world? Those barbarians are just easy to fool. Over these years I’ve absorbed the life essence of countless cultivators to condense this so‑called Fountain of Life, all to lure people here to fight over it and aid my cultivation. Gahaha, once my cultivation is complete, I will leave this place. The world is vast—who then will be able to stop me?”

As the black shadow spoke, it had already arrived in front of Ye Guichen. ”Brat, you can only blame yourself for being too greedy, actually delivering yourself to my door! Now, die!”

It suddenly opened its enormous mouth, trying to swallow Ye Guichen.

Ye Guichen suddenly understood.

Of course!

How could there be so many Fountains of Life under heaven?

If countless people hadn’t died one after another, if there weren’t all those life essences, how could such a Fountain of Life possibly form?

As the saying goes, for one general to become famous, a thousand bones must wither.

This Ghost Cultivator in the Fountain of Life must have absorbed the life essence of who knows how many people to create such a vast Fountain of Life.

Ye Guichen understood that if his soul was devoured, he would truly die.

But killing him was not going to be that easy.

When it came to dealing with Ghost Cultivators, he had far too many methods.

”Want to eat me? I’m afraid you’ll break your teeth!” Ye Guichen let out a cold laugh and suddenly waved his hand. A strand of Jiuyou flame burst from his palm.

The black shadow clearly hadn’t expected Ye Guichen to have such a killing move and seemed somewhat alarmed. ”What is this?”

Instinctively, it tried to dodge.

But this Jiuyou Smoke had been refined by Ye Guichen in the Jiuyou Tower from countless Yin Souls; at this moment he still had three strands left, and each strand’s power could easily kill a Nascent Soul Expert.

It could even easily kill experts above the Nascent Soul level.

This black shadow was indeed powerful and didn’t seem much weaker than the Primordial Spirit of a Divinity Transformation Realm cultivator.

But it had never taken Ye Guichen seriously.

Boom!

In just an instant, the black shadow was struck head‑on by the Jiuyou flame.

Its body became somewhat illusory, but its power didn’t diminish much.

However, Ye Guichen’s action completely enraged the black shadow. ”Good brat, you truly are a once‑in‑a‑millennium soul! All these years, no one has ever managed to injure me. Since that’s the case, I’ll get serious!”

Whoosh!

A gust of yin wind blew, and the black shadow suddenly expanded several times over, like a small tower.

Ye Guichen had no intention of wasting words with it.