My Silly, Sweet Wife

"Has that black-robed figure found you again after that?" Ye Guichen asked solemnly.

Seeing Ye Guichen’s expression turn serious, Shen Qianjun dared not hide anything. After pondering for a moment, he replied, "It seems he came back once about a year ago, but I could clearly feel that his body was already precarious, and he seemed to be heavily injured. However, I didn’t dare to make a move to test him. After all, if I failed, I would lose my life. I wasn’t willing to take such a risk."

"Oh? Could it be that after the Holy Temple was taken over by the Demon Clan’s young master, he escaped from there? It seems this auction is being held with a hidden agenda!" Ye Guichen pondered for a moment and vaguely sensed something.

"Do you know anything about the items in this auction?" Ye Guichen asked, shifting his thoughts.

"I don’t have the detailed auction list for Mr. Ye, but the shopkeeper from the Spirit Treasure Pavilion mentioned that the final treasure is not being auctioned with spirit stones." Shen Qianjun said solemnly.

"Oh?" Ye Guichen’s interest was piqued upon hearing Shen Qianjun’s words.

"How will the auction be conducted then?" Ye Guichen asked, perplexed.

"It’s said that a spiritual item called the Nine Nether Dragon Soul Grass will be used for the auction," replied Shen Qianjun.

"Nine Nether Dragon Soul Grass?" Ye Guichen’s eyes sparkled at the mention of this name.

Ye Guichen had heard of the Nine Nether Dragon Soul Grass before; it grows in the Jiyin Land and requires continuous nurturing by soul power. It’s said that a single Nine Nether Dragon Soul Grass takes nearly a hundred years to mature, but once harvested, it only survives for a month, and its difficult growing environment and lengthy growth cycle make it extremely rare.

However, this item has unimaginable effects on soul power, gradually solidifying it and having miraculous effects on injured soul power, even achieving revival.

"Interesting, interesting. It seems beings from all realms will be gathering at this auction!" With this thought, Ye Guichen became even more eager for tomorrow night’s auction.

The three quickly finished their dinner.

Shen Qianjun instructed Shen Qiuxiang to lead Ye Guichen to his accommodation nearby and gave Shen Qiuxiang a meaningful look as they departed, causing Shen Qiuxiang to pause, her face quickly turning rosy in a bashful manner.

"This way, Mr. Ye!" Shen Qiuxiang extended her delicate hand, gesturing to the room ahead.

Ye Guichen marched purposefully toward the door.

Seeing this, Shen Qiuxiang hurriedly followed behind Ye Guichen, intending to enter the room with him.

Ye Guichen suddenly turned around, his hands holding the doorframe, staring calmly at Shen Qiuxiang, and said, "Miss Shen, it’s getting late. Please make yourself comfortable."

With that, he shut the door, leaving Shen Qiuxiang standing blankly outside.

At this moment, Shen Qiuxiang had already cursed Ye Guichen countless times in her heart, and couldn’t help but deeply doubt herself. Did she really have no charm at all? Her eyes showed deep disappointment as she entered the adjacent room, slamming the door heavily.

Returning to his room, Ye Guichen summoned Gui Tuo and Yan Fang and then focused on cultivation. As Ye Guichen’s mind sank and he activated the Xuanming Prison Suppressing Technique, he became deeply frustrated as it stagnated since reaching the fifth level, and he struggled to grasp the power it required.

Ye Guichen’s mind flashed, and he entered the Jiuyou Tower, pondering. As his realm improved and spiritual sense solidified, the need for residual souls diminished, but Ye Guichen felt that these were not the only usable souls. With this thought, his eyes flickered, and abruptly, an idea arose.

"What would happen if I condense the residual souls?" Ye Guichen wondered.

"Never mind, one step at a time. In the Jiuyou Tower, I won’t be harmed," Ye Guichen thought resolutely.

Ye Guichen formed seals with his hands, many residual souls quickly converging in the center, swirling before him. He maintained control over the fusion, soon breaking out in sweat, rapidly consuming soul power.

"Didn’t expect condensing residual souls to consume soul power so massively," Ye Guichen cursed silently.

Soon, as the residual souls were continuously refined, they gradually formed a soul knot the size of an eyeball, surrounded by eerie blue flames.

"Bang!"

With a loud noise, the soul knot formed by the residual souls shattered.

Ye Guichen was forced back by the impact of soul power.

"Failed?" Ye Guichen looked at the scene before him, disappointed.

"Hmm?"

A sudden flicker of blue flames danced in the Jiuyou Tower, like a fluttering spirit, celebrating within the tower. The surrounding residual souls retreated in fear; one touched by the flame vanished instantly.

Ye Guichen watched the flame in astonishment, his mind stirred, and he summoned it. Soon, the blue flame hovered in his hand.

"What is this?" Ye Guichen wondered, feeling the intense destructive power and terrifying heat from the flame, his soul shivering involuntarily. If he weren’t the master of Jiuyou Tower, he felt his soul would have already vanished.