My Silly, Sweet Wife

Not long after, Zhao Yi felt a scalding hot stream rush into his body; he immediately felt his whole body loosen and relax, and his broken arms actually began to slowly heal.

Just as Zhao Yi was intoxicated in the desire of the Devouring Blood Scripture, the blood in his body suddenly congealed, and waves of pain like ten thousand gu-bugs boring into his heart surged through his body. Zhao Yi looked at the Ye Guichen before him and found Ye Guichen was smiling faintly as he watched him.

"You... what did you do to me..." Zhao Yi’s face twisted, terror filling his eyes as he stared at Ye Guichen, as if seeing a demon from hell.

"Nothing much, I just sent a portion of the corpse-qi from Elder Song’s body into you, that’s all." Ye Guichen said casually.

"Corpse-qi, why do you have corpse-qi in your body..." Zhao Yi said with a trembling voice. He desperately tried to circulate the Devouring Blood Scripture, but discovered that all the bloodlines in his body had solidified; no matter how he ran it, it was useless. In an instant, Zhao Yi’s face turned ashen like a dead man.

Ye Guichen looked at Zhao Yi with a playful expression, then turned his head and said to Elder Song: "Mrs. Song, the meridians in his body are completely blocked, his True Qi fully sealed. Right now he’s just a lamb waiting for slaughter. How to deal with him specifically, I’ll leave that to your Song Family."

As he spoke, Ye Guichen tossed Zhao Yi in front of Mrs. Song like throwing away a dead dog.

A group of people had long been shocked by Ye Guichen’s methods. Under the shroud of the Devouring Blood Scripture, he could actually transfer corpse-qi into Zhao Yi’s blood without anyone noticing—what a ghostly, unfathomable means. One by one, they stared wide-eyed, woodenly watching Zhao Yi curl up on the ground from unbearable pain.

Mrs. Song pulled back her thoughts and looked in contempt at the blood-soaked Zhao Yi before her. She heavily tapped the golden cane in her hand against the ground and said sternly, "Break his four limbs for me, cripple his Dantian, and throw him at the Zhao Family’s gate."

Soon, heart-wrenching screams echoed through the courtyard, and Zhao Yi was also thrown at the Zhao Family’s gate like a dead dog.

"Look, isn’t that the Zhao Family’s young master?"

The people around gathered at the Zhao Family’s gate, looking at Zhao Yi who was shivering before their eyes.

"Isn’t it? I heard he was supposed to marry the eldest young miss of the Song Family today."

"I saw Zhao Yi strutting arrogantly to the Song Family this morning, and not long after he was thrown out. Could it be that this state he’s in was done by the Song Family?" A well-informed person whispered.

Soon, the news that Zhao Yi had been thrown at the Zhao Family’s gate spread through Taihe Town as if it had grown wings.

At this moment, all the Zhao Family were standing in the courtyard, each one frightened out of their wits, silent as cicadas in winter; even their breathing could be heard clearly.

Looking at his son, now a cripple before his eyes, Zhao Wencheng’s eyes were nearly bleeding. With a wave of his big hand, one of the people below was sucked into his grasp. He twisted hard, and the man’s blood directly formed a vortex rushing into Zhao Wencheng’s body. In no time, he became a shriveled corpse, which Zhao Wencheng casually tossed aside.

"Yi’er, tell me, who was it that harmed you like this?" Zhao Wencheng asked through gritted teeth, hatred filling his voice.

Zhao Yi’s lips twitched slightly, and with a weak breath he said, "It was the Song Family, Mrs. Song... she wasn’t injured at all, everything was fake, fake..."

"That damned old hag dared treat you like this; I’ll drink her dry and scatter her soul to nothing!" Zhao Wencheng slapped the table and stood up, his fists clenched. When he slammed down, the table before him instantly turned to powder.

"Father, there’s still... still... be careful of a man called Mr. Ye. If it weren’t for him, your child wouldn’t have fallen in the Song Family’s hands." Zhao Yi said, anger written all over his face.

"No matter who it is, as long as they’re of the Song Family, your father will make them apologize to you with their blood." Zhao Wencheng said, eyes bulging, teeth grinding.

"Men, carry the young master to the Song Family. Today I will definitely make Song Yanran marry my Yi’er. Anyone who stands in my way—kill them all!" Zhao Wencheng looked completely deranged, blood mist swirling around him, his robes fluttering with the wind as his aura soared higher and higher. With a step in midair, the ground around him all sank, and countless streams of blood-qi filled the air.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

With a tremendous crash, a surge of force like a giant wave directly blasted the iron gates of the Song Family flying.

Hearing the deafening sound, Ye Guichen relaxed his mind and sensed the changes around him, feeling a dense stench of blood saturate the entire Song Family. Immediately afterward, he saw Zhao Wencheng. At this moment Zhao Wencheng looked like a demon, blood-red hair falling loosely down his back, two veins bulging and crisscrossing on his forehead, the whites of his eyes tinged with red, strands of blood dripping from his robe to the ground.

Seeing Zhao Wencheng arrive, Ye Guichen leaped into the air onto the rooftop, holding his breath to Concentrate as he observed everything below.

"Elder Song, hand Song Yanran over to me at once, then have your entire Song Family bow their heads and submit to me, and I may spare your Song Family a single path to live." Zhao Wencheng channeled his True Qi, and his echoing voice resounded throughout the entire Song Family.

"Zhao Wencheng, you defied your ancestors and secretly cultivated the Devouring Blood Scripture. Such deeds cannot be tolerated by heaven. Today I will carry out the family rules for your Zhao Family and suppress you on the spot." Mrs. Song declared righteously.

Hearing Mrs. Song’s words, Zhao Wencheng’s eyes darkened. With a wave of his palm, two members of the Song Family were grabbed by the throat, one in each hand. He activated the Devouring Blood Scripture, and their blood-qi was quickly sucked clean. Zhao Wencheng greedily licked at their necks; the taste of fresh blood continuously stimulated his nerves. He looked just like a bloodthirsty Demon King, making the onlookers’ stomachs churn and roil.

Seeing this, Mrs. Song moved step by step like lotus blossoms blooming under her feet, and in the blink of an eye she appeared before Zhao Wencheng. The golden cane in her hand spun a full circle in the air, True Qi condensing into wriggling Xiao She. With a sudden swing forward, countless True Qi Xiao She lunged at Zhao Wencheng to tear him apart.