My Silly, Sweet Wife

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The remaining two Jiuyou flames directly blasted out.

"Ah, ah, ah, you’re cheating, you’re cheating!" The black shadow seemed completely unprepared for Ye Guichen having such powerful things, letting out a cry like a baby’s, while the huge shadow quickly deflated like a punctured balloon.

Before long, it turned into the form of a baby only the size of a fist.

The baby was incredibly cute, waving its tiny fists, puffing and glaring at Ye Guichen.

Ye Guichen couldn’t help but be taken aback.

"What are you?" It was his first time seeing a soul as small as a baby.

"I’m not a thing, I’m the Nether Mountain Saint Infant, you wicked fellow, you’ve made me into this shape, watch me devour you!"

Claiming to be the Saint Infant, the little guy suddenly opened his big mouth, letting out a roar, trying hard to look extraordinarily fierce.

But that appearance had nothing to do with fierceness.

"Saint Infant?"

Ye Guichen found it extremely odd, stepping forward and directly lifting the Saint Infant.

Upon closer inspection, he found that although the Saint Infant had vast powers within him, they were shattered and scattered by his three Jiuyou flames, unable to manifest.

Unconsciously, Ye Guichen silently praised the Saint Infant’s toughness.

Ordinary strong ones, even Divinity Transformation Realm experts, would likely find it hard to escape death under the onslaught of his three Jiuyou flames.

Yet, the Saint Infant before him only had his powers scattered. Given time, it wouldn’t take long to condense again and become extraordinarily powerful.

Ye Guichen wouldn’t give him a chance, with a thought, he directly threw the Saint Infant into the Jiuyou Tower.

Simultaneously, Ye Guichen also entered the Jiuyou Tower, locking the Saint Infant in the same cell as the Ghost King.

The Ghost King was cultivating.

With time passing, the Ghost King seemed to have slowly adapted to the environment of the Jiuyou Tower.

The Jiuyou Tower was extremely rich in Yin energy, most suitable for ghostly things to cultivate.

Having stayed here for so long, the Ghost King vaguely showed signs of breakthrough.

Suddenly hearing a sound, the Ghost King opened his eyes, his gaze instantly landing on the infant.

Then, the Ghost King’s pupils contracted, his face full of shock: "Is this the Saint Infant?"

"Nonsense, I am the Saint Infant!" The Saint Infant seemed to also recognize the Ghost King as a kindred spirit: "Hey, you’re strong, but you’re just as weak in front of me. Hurry and kneel to worship me!"

The Ghost King indeed fell to his knees with a thud before the Saint Infant, his head heavily knocking on the ground: "Subordinate pays respect to the Saint Infant, pays respect to the Saint Infant."

Now it was Ye Guichen’s turn to be curious.

The Ghost King was a super powerful being, usually unruly and proud, it took Ye Guichen a long time to tame him.

Now seeing this little thing, he was so terrified he directly knelt down?

"Showing off!" Ye Guichen grabbed the Saint Infant and lifted him up.

Trapped midair, the Saint Infant waved his limbs trying to struggle, but Ye Guichen held onto his topknot, not letting go, leaving the Saint Infant no leverage to resist.

"Ah, ah, ah, let me go! Let me go! Fight me without using those tricks, and see if I don’t beat the crap out of you!"

Slap!

Ye Guichen gave a slap to the Saint Infant’s face without any politeness.

The Saint Infant was dumbfounded, he didn’t expect Ye Guichen to hit him.

Even the Ghost King was taken aback.

He stared at Ye Guichen strangely, unable to understand how Ye Guichen got tangled up with the Saint Infant.

"Keep barking, believe I won’t beat you until you don’t recognize your own mother?" Ye Guichen threatened.

Initially arrogant beyond measure, the Saint Infant pouted, his eyes turned red, and tears were beginning to well up, about to fall.

That appearance was quite endearing.

Ye Guichen was speechless for a moment.

Damn!

This creature is a ruthless monster that could eat people without blinking, and yet here he was, trying to act pitiful?

Ye Guichen directly tossed the Saint Infant aside, asking the Ghost King: "Do you know what this Saint Infant is?"

"I know, I know!" The Ghost King’s emotions were incredibly complex, nodding his head repeatedly, albeit unaware that Ye Guichen naturally disciplined the Saint Infant, and hurried to explain.

"The Saint Infant is born with a Sacred Body, said in legends to be the reincarnation of an Immortal, with an exceptionally strong Primordial Spirit. However, due to unknown reasons, after being killed, turns into a Ghost Cultivator."

"But, this kind of Saint Infant is extremely formidable, after death they can regain their consciousness, and in cultivation they advance rapidly. If they seize the opportunity, it may not take many years to become an Immortal again!"

"An Immortal?"

Ye Guichen was indeed surprised.

This fist-sized infant, was really the reincarnation of an Immortal?

Does it mean there really are Immortals in this world?

"Were you an Immortal in your previous life?" Ye Guichen asked the Saint Infant who was about to burst into tears in surprise.

The Saint Infant snorted, displaying an arrogant expression on his face: "Of course, in my past life, I was Dugu One Sword, known as Dugu Sword Saint. Just because of being ambushed by evildoers, that’s how I ended up reincarnating here..."

"Wait a second!" Hearing the four words ’Dugu Sword Saint’, Ye Guichen immediately interrupted the Saint Infant’s boasting, puzzled asking: "You say you’re Dugu Sword Saint, what relationship do you have with Carefree Sword Immortal?"

"You know Carefree Sword Immortal?" Now it was the Saint Infant’s turn to be curious.

He blinked his big watery eyes, in no way resembling an Immortal at all, scrutinizing Ye Guichen twice, and suddenly slapped his forehead: "Strange, you actually have that old thing’s aura, tell me, what’s your relationship with Carefree Sword Immortal?"

Ye Guichen took a deep breath, trying to stay calm.

This was indeed an unexpected surprise.

Listening to the Saint Infant’s tone, it seemed he really knew Carefree Sword Immortal.

Moreover, calling him an old thing repeatedly, seems very familiar.

Ignoring the Saint Infant’s question, Ye Guichen continued to ask: "Don’t ask me first, you tell me, is Senior Carefree Sword Immortal alive or dead?"

"Of course dead!" The Saint Infant’s eyes flashed a tinge of melancholy: "Back then, both of us were under the same master, constantly competing with each other, unparalleled in Sword Dao, he pursued freedom, calling himself Carefree Sword Immortal; I pursued victory, considering myself unmatched, destined to stand upon the highest peak, acknowledging my solitary nature, and never executing a second move when killing, thus named Dugu One Sword. At that time, we were inseparable..."

"Stop, stop, stop, I say little thing, can you just talk straight, don’t start reminiscing?" Ye Guichen directly interrupted the Saint Infant.

Judging from this, if he was allowed to continue speaking, he might comb through his entire path to immortality.

Of course, Ye Guichen wouldn’t mind listening gradually.

But now was definitely not the time to listen.

The barbarians and Yu Wen Dou probably didn’t even know what happened here.

"Tch, no taste!" The Saint Infant rolled his eyes, looking at Ye Guichen with disdain, as if he was saying Ye Guichen was a boring guy, yet fearing he would pull his topknot, he continued reluctantly: "Ah, frankly ashamed! I and Li Xiaoyao liked the same younger sister, yet somehow our eldest brother also liked her, fate is a cruel joke..."

Ye Guichen heard and his eyes nearly popped out: "You three all liked your little sister?"

How lacking in women were they.

The Saint Infant shot Ye Guichen another white-eyed look: "Nonsense, try not seeing any other women from childhood, see if you’d like it or not?"

"Uh..." Ye Guichen suddenly didn’t know how to respond.

Indeed, if one hadn’t seen a woman from childhood, perhaps even a sow would stir excitement?

"Fine, fine, you continue!" Ye Guichen laughed awkwardly, gesturing for the Saint Infant to continue.

The Saint Infant didn’t hold back: "At that time, us four brothers were the hopes of future Sword Dao. What a shame, fate is a joke, the eldest brother covertly attacked me and Carefree for sister’s affection..."

Saying this, a viciousness incompatible with the cute little infant flashed in the Saint Infant’s eyes.

Clearly, even now, he hadn’t let go of those memories of that time.