My Silly, Sweet Wife

"What... How could this be..." Mrs. Song looked at the dull and lifeless Coiling Dragon Cane, intense surprise and worry flickering in her eyes.

At this moment, Zhao Wencheng had turned into a demon, his entire body wrapped in fresh blood, becoming a figure composed of blood, with only a pair of blood-red eyeballs visible.

"Without the Coiling Dragon Cane, let’s see how you’ll fight me!" Zhao Wencheng sneered, his face twisted and ferocious.

"Today, you’re destined to be the sacrifice for my breakthrough to the Nascent Soul Realm." Zhao Wencheng licked his lips, staring at Elder Song like viewing prey.

Zhao Wencheng spread his hands open in front of his chest, suddenly forming two scarlet tiger heads with blood-red fangs.

Zhao Wencheng pushed forward forcefully, the two tiger heads intertwined in a cross shape, swiftly dashing toward Elder Song.

Without the Coiling Dragon Cane, Elder Song was no match for Zhao Wencheng; the two tiger heads violently struck Elder Song with an explosive force.

Elder Song spewed a mist of blood from her mouth, swept away by the surging blood energy, her meridians snapping, and her vitality instantly waning.

"Mother!" Seeing the desolate state of Elder Song from afar, Song Botong rushed wildly to her side in a panic.

"Botong, where is Mr. Ye?" Elder Song weakly inquired, her breath as frail as a candle flame flickering in the wind, seemingly about to extinguish at any moment.

Long before Zhao Wencheng arrived at the Song Family, to prevent any mishaps, Elder Song had already instructed Song Botong to go to the Bamboo Cloud Room to invite Ye Guichen. Now, seeing Song Botong return alone, her heart couldn’t help but fill with worry.

"Mother, Mr. Ye wasn’t inside; I searched for a long time but couldn’t find any trace of him!" Song Botong looked at Elder Song with a face full of concern, answering her.

Upon hearing Song Botong’s words, Elder Song was tearful, gazing at the heavens with a face full of unwillingness, and said with despair, "Could it be that the Song Family is truly going to fall by my hand?"

"Old fool, let me end your suffering then." Zhao Wencheng’s lips curled in a victorious smile, laughing loudly.

With that, Zhao Wencheng’s blood energy surged, casually swatting Song Botong aside, who was instantly swept away by the blood energy, while grabbing Elder Song in front of him with a large blood energy hand.

"Once I absorb you, I will achieve breakthrough to the Nascent Soul Realm; then, who in Taihe Town could possibly stand against me, hahahaha!" Zhao Wencheng’s face twisted into a sinister grin, as if victory was within his grasp, his hands unconsciously channeling the Devouring Blood Scripture.

Elder Song felt her cultivation being drained bit by bit by Zhao Wencheng, her eyes filled with despair, her body turning desiccated, like a dying withered tree about to topple.

Ye Guichen stood on the rooftop, his face grim as he watched Elder Song ahead, knowing that if he didn’t act now, Elder Song’s cultivation would be completely absorbed, leading Zhao Wencheng to breakthrough to the Nascent Soul Realm easily. The entire Taihe Town would then be plunged into endless hell, making killing him even more difficult.

"Heaven and Earth One Slash!"

Ye Guichen took out the Immortal Slayer Sword from his ring, wielding the Six Swords of Immortals, slashing toward Zhao Wencheng’s location. Heaven and earth instantly changed colors, using the Swift Step to charge quickly toward Zhao Wencheng.

A pure white sword light, approximately two meters wide, appeared like a serpent spitting its venom, slicing through the air, akin to a dragon weaving, moving through the void, advancing like bamboo to Zhao Wencheng.

Zhao Wencheng seemed unprepared for the Song Family to harbor someone capable of threatening him.

Seeing the overwhelming sword light ahead, Zhao Wencheng’s pupils shrank sharply, instantly halting the absorption of Elder Song, flashing aside skyward, quickly creating distance, using his blood to form a blood sword, confronting the incoming sword light mixed with chilling air. The two sword lights fiercely collided mid-air.

Ye Guichen hadn’t intended to kill Zhao Wencheng with this single strike, using the Swift Step, his speed at its peak, leaving shadows lingering in the air, reaching Elder Song’s side in the blink of an eye, scooping up Elder Song, retreating backward.

"Who dares to ambush me?" Zhao Wencheng, on the verge of breakthrough, was interrupted at the crucial moment, his heart ablaze with raging fury.

Feeling Elder Song’s pulse ahead, Ye Guichen maintained a solemn expression, grasping her wrist, utilizing the Evergreen Technique, green light ceaselessly transferred to Elder Song’s body temporarily halting the worsening of her injuries.

Lying on the ground, Zhao Yi, upon seeing Ye Guichen, recalling Ye Guichen’s prowess, felt on pins and needles, but calming upon seeing his father, he roared viciously, "Father, it’s him, because of him, I ended up like this! You must tear him to pieces for me!"

"Rest assured, son. When the time comes I shall cut his head off, giving it to you as a chamber pot!" Zhao Wencheng looked at Ye Guichen with a mocking expression.

"Old fool, instead of cultivating in a disciplined manner, you pursued the Devouring Blood Scripture; didn’t you know dark cultivators are shunned by the world!" Ye Guichen remarked calmly.

"As long as power can be attained, everything is worthwhile; all of you will become my nourishment." Zhao Wencheng spoke with malice, glancing around coldly.