My Silly, Sweet Wife

"I have no way!" Ye Guichen stood up and clasped his fist toward the Barbarian King.

The Barbarian King heard this, his pupils contracted, and he burst into rage: "What did you say? You have no way?"

"That’s right!" Ye Guichen remained unfazed: "Because I have never seen the kind of injury Man Wu has, nor can I find the cause."

"Oh, really, clearly you were the one who hurt him, and now you say you’ve never seen it?"

"Kid, you’re asking for death! You came to kill Man Wu and now want to claim it’s not you who did it!"

"Barbarian King, kill him!"

With just a few words from Ye Guichen, the crowd immediately erupted in fury.

In the crowd, a white-robed Corpse Cultivator smirked with a hint of satisfaction.

He certainly hoped that Ye Guichen wouldn’t enter the Life Fountain.

Otherwise, Ye Guichen would become a significant threat to him.

After all, the terrifying power Ye Guichen displayed made the white-robed Corpse Cultivator extremely wary.

This frame-up scheme was indeed a case of killing two birds with one stone.

Not only could he use the barbarians to eliminate Ye Guichen, but he could also leave a favorable impression on them, aiding his upcoming actions.

"Haha, this young brother is quite ruthless. He acted as an assassin and refuses to admit it. I think you deliberately killed Man Wu, didn’t you?"

The white-robed Corpse Cultivator stepped forward with a mocking expression, then clasped his fist towards the Barbarian King: "In my opinion, Brother Ye might have ulterior motives. He saw you opposed to Sana recognizing him as master, and Man Wu was the most vehement opponent. Using the competition as a chance to act as an assassin is a good way to warn you. If he indeed obtains the Life Fountain, your Barbarian Tribe might become his slaves!"

"That’s right! We can’t let him enter the Life Fountain!"

"Kill him! Don’t let him leave!"

"Barbarians will never be slaves! This man dares to put himself above us barbarians, kill him!"

All the barbarians started shouting.

The Barbarian King frowned deeply.

"Ye, I mentioned earlier, if Man Wu can wake up, you can live. Since you can’t save him, then die!"

As he finished speaking, the Barbarian King attacked again.

Ye Guichen raised his hand to stop him: "Hold on!"

Ye Guichen glanced at the white-robed Corpse Cultivator: "This person seems to be from Netherworld Mountain, right?"

"Oh, it looks like you have some understanding of me too!" The white-robed Corpse Cultivator sneered: "Therefore, I firmly believe you have sinister intentions. Otherwise, how would you know I’m here or related to Netherworld Mountain?"

Then, he once again clasped his fist toward the Barbarian King, pointing at Ye Guichen: "Barbarian King, you heard it, he even knows about me, surely he’s not only here for you barbarians."

The Barbarian King frowned even more, taking a step forward, exuding a powerful aura like a mountain. He stared at Ye Guichen: "Who are you really? What is your purpose here?"

Ye Guichen was dumbstruck.

This white-robed Corpse Cultivator really knew how to frame someone.

He even managed to sway the Barbarian King.

"Haha, haha, I already stated my purpose here, it’s for the Life Fountain." Ye Guichen shifted his tone: "However, though I came for the Life Fountain, I am friendly towards you barbarians. Instead, it’s this friend from Netherworld Mountain who planted a corpse worm in Man Wu, what are his intentions?"

"Kid, are you making false accusations?" The white-robed Corpse Cultivator’s expression slightly changed upon hearing this, but soon returned to normal, mocking: "Stop your pointless struggle, do you think a few words from you will make the Barbarian King believe?"

"Indeed, my words alone are useless." Ye Guichen approached Man Wu, looking towards the Barbarian King: "Barbarian King, you know about Corpse Cultivators breeding corpse worms, right?"

The Barbarian King was stunned but nodded: "What do you want to express?"

"Then do you recognize corpse worms?" Ye Guichen continued asking.

The Barbarian King was puzzled: "Of course I do."

"Great!" Ye Guichen pointed to himself: "Look at me, do I carry corpse aura?"

The Barbarian King was already impatient: "What are you trying to say? Stop with the mystic acts, speak directly."

"Hehe, Barbarian King, you should, as the highest of the Barbarian Tribe, trust your own judgment." Ye Guichen pointed at the white-robed Corpse Cultivator: "As a Corpse Cultivator, he silently planted a corpse worm in Man Wu during my conflict with Man Wu, resulting in Man Wu’s current state."

"Haha, haha, your trick is truly impressive!" The white-robed Corpse Cultivator laughed arrogantly: "What evidence do you have?"

The Barbarian King looked skeptically at the white-robed Corpse Cultivator: "Indeed, what evidence do you have?"

"It’s simple, if I remove the corpse worm, won’t the truth be clear?" Ye Guichen said.

The white-robed Corpse Cultivator sneered but remained silent.

Yet, his eyes flickered with disbelief.

If corpse worms were easy to remove, they wouldn’t be the core skill of their Corpse Clan.

Once a corpse worm is planted in a body, it quickly merges with the host, and only the master of the worm can remove it.

If someone attempts to forcibly remove it, the corpse worm will instantly disintegrate upon leaving the body.

It is precisely this point that gives the white-robed Corpse Cultivator the confidence to frame Ye Guichen.

The Barbarian King voiced his doubts: "Kid, you are indeed boastful! If a corpse worm is forcibly removed, it will disintegrate. Where would the evidence be? Haha, you would claim the worm disappeared, proving it existed, right?"

Ye Guichen shook his head.

For anyone else, indeed, the corpse worm couldn’t be removed intact.

But for him, it was insignificant.

"Barbarian King, I don’t want to kill, and I can responsibly tell you, if I wanted to, I wouldn’t even consider your barbarians a threat!"