My Silly, Sweet Wife

Ye Guichen quickly used the Peach Wood Sword to form a Big Dipper pattern on Elder Song’s chest. The blood that had seeped into her body seemed to be attracted, falling respectively onto the seven corners corresponding to the seven stars of the Big Dipper: Tanlang, Jumen, Tianji, Wenqu, Yuheng, Wuqu, and Pojun.

Seeing this, Ye Guichen placed his blood-stained palm in the center and activated the Evergreen Art of the Yimu Element. Instantly, countless corpse energies rushed into Ye Guichen’s body, but since Ye Guichen’s blood combined with corpse worms, it was a natural nemesis to corpse energy. In the blink of an eye, the corpse energy within Elder Song was completely dispelled.

Zuo Qiuyun watched Ye Guichen’s technique, already speechless in awe, and silently resolved to build a good relationship with Ye Guichen.

On the other hand, Elder Song felt the changes in her body, realizing that the corpse energy within her had been entirely absorbed by Ye Guichen, while her True Qi grew purer, bringing her closer to a deeper understanding of the Nascent Soul Realm. That Ye Guichen could withstand so much corpse energy and remain unharmed filled Elder Song with profound shock and deep respect for him.

Elder Song quickly stood up, no longer daring any neglect, and bowed to Ye Guichen, saying, "Thank you, Mr. Ye, for saving my life!"

"There’s no need!" Ye Guichen waved his hand and said.

Song Botong, seeing Elder Song able to get out of bed and walk, looked incredulously at Ye Guichen and cautiously asked, "Mr. Ye, my mother, this is...?"

"Eldest son, quickly arrange a seat for Mr. Ye." At that moment, Elder Song’s stern and powerful voice sounded, allowing no argument.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Ye, please take the seat of honor." As he spoke, Song Botong guided Ye Guichen to the central spot.

"Yanran, quickly make tea for Mr. Ye!" Song Botong suddenly raised his voice and looked meaningfully at the woman behind Elder Song.

Beside Elder Song stood a petite and exquisite woman, graceful and elegant, dressed in a light purple gauze, exuding a fresh and refined aura, who swiftly advanced with a bowl of tea to present it to Ye Guichen.

Ye Guichen gestured with his hand, expressionless, and said, "Since Elder Song has recovered, I have no reason to stay." Ye Guichen indicated he was about to leave.

"If Mr. Ye does not mind, why not stay at the Song Family for the night, so that we may properly express our gratitude?" Song Botong said respectfully, then shot a pleading look at Zuo Qiuyun.

"Indeed, Mr. Ye, why not stay at the Song Family tonight, and tomorrow we can head to Qianji Sect together." Zuo Qiuyun chimed in on the side.

Ye Guichen pondered for a moment, feeling that it didn’t matter where he stayed, so he did not continue to refuse.

"Yanran, take Mr. Ye to the Bamboo Cloud Room." Song Botong said, giving Song Yanran an indescribable look.

Song Yanran saw this, her cheeks flushed red, and she softly smiled as she spoke to Ye Guichen: "Mr. Ye, this way, please."

The next day.

The sky was just beginning to brighten.

An arrogant voice came from outside the Song Family: "Song Botong, get out here; I’m here to see my wife. Hurry up and bring Song Yanran out to me."

Ye Guichen heard the voice from afar, frowned, and stopped in his tracks.

Inside, Song Botong heard the voice from the courtyard, frowned, and with a flash, he was in the courtyard, coldly saying, "What are you here for?"

"Song Botong, you old fool, what am I here for? Did a dog bite your head? I’m here to see my fiancée, of course! I’m giving you a chance, make her come out to see me!" Zhao Yi sneered, raising his eyebrows, full of authority.

"I’ve said it, I didn’t agree to this marriage; no one can take Yanran away." Song Botong said with firm determination.

"I gave you a chance, but since you don’t cherish it, I won’t be polite." Zhao Yi’s body shook violently, veins and muscles bulging across his body, eyes filled with blood veins. His hands spun in front of his chest, quickly forming a bloody vortex, and with a sudden move, a blood ball shot towards Song Botong at lightning speed.

Song Botong picked up the Seven Star Saber from behind him, weaving it in the air to form a blade net in front of him. The blood ball struck the blade net with great force, surrounded by waves of giant stones, breaking through and charging straight into Song Botong, who immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, his aura weakening instantly.

"Father!" At the entrance, Song Yanran saw her father severely injured, became anxious and ran forward with a shout.

Song Botong looked up at Zhao Yi, his eyes like flaming torches, viciously saying, "You... you even practiced the Devouring Blood Scripture."

"Didn’t expect this, dear father-in-law, did you? Now it’s your turn to bow down like a mangy dog at my feet, unlike before when I knelt before you and you looked so superior." Zhao Yi laughed loudly, arrogantly looking at Song Botong.

Zhao Yi’s eyes fell on Song Yanran behind Song Botong, filled with lustful fire. A sticky substance oozed from his mouth, the blood color on his body becoming more intense. Licking the sticky liquid off his lips greedily, he said, "My dear, I’ve been waiting long enough. Why don’t we tonight just..."