My Silly, Sweet Wife

Zuoqiu Yun saw that Ye Guichen hadn’t answered for a long time, so he began explaining, "The Devouring Blood Scripture is a cultivation technique acquired by the Zhao Family ancestors by chance. It relies on consuming others’ blood to nourish oneself and enhance cultivation. Over time, one becomes dependent on the nourishment of blood and turns into a bloodthirsty demon. Because this cultivation technique is extremely evil, the first-generation Patriarch of the Zhao Family feared it would fall into the wrong hands and wreak havoc on the world, so he sealed this technique within the secret chamber of the Zhao Family Ancestral Hall. Upon securing it, he established family rules stating that the Patriarch must oversee its safekeeping. If any clan member is found to have practiced the forbidden technique without permission, they are to be killed immediately according to family rules. Even if the Zhao Family’s Patriarch over the generations had low cultivation, they dared not touch this taboo. Who would have thought that Zhao Wencheng would use the seventh-generation Zhao Family ancestor as a guide to secretly cultivate the Devouring Blood Scripture? If unchecked, the whole Taihe Town will become a realm of hell!"

Ye Guichen listened to Zuoqiu Yun’s words, furrowing his eyebrows as his expression gradually turned serious.

"The Nolan family is now under Zhao Wencheng’s control, and Nolan Bao and Nolan Hu have become part of Zhao Wencheng’s cultivation. Mrs. Song is already seriously injured, her body eroded by corpse energy, and is likely not long for this world. I hope Mr. Ye can lend a hand to help Taihe Town overcome this crisis," Zuoqiu Yun said with heartfelt despair.

Ye Guichen contemplated deeply, initially planning to set out for the Qianji Sect the next day. But considering that he didn’t want to see the entire Taihe Town controlled by an evil cultivator, he changed his plans.

"Alright."

Ye Guichen, after a long period of reflection, looked at Zuoqiu Yun with righteous determination and said.

Zuoqiu Yun, seeing Ye Guichen agree, felt as if the stone suspending in his heart suddenly dropped, and he sighed deeply.

"Take me to see Mrs. Song first!" Ye Guichen paused for a moment before speaking.

Thinking of Mrs. Song’s injuries, Zuoqiu Yun dared not delay for a second, and his figure suddenly shot out like a bullet, arriving at the Song Family’s backyard in the blink of an eye.

As soon as they arrived at the backyard, Ye Guichen felt a burst of strong corpse energy rushing towards him. Using his Fiery Vision, Ye Guichen looked inside the house and saw an elderly woman surrounded by corpse energy, with her hair grayed at the temples. Apart from the corpse energy appearing gray at the top of her head, the rest was already engulfed by swirling black corpse energy.

Seeing this, Ye Guichen didn’t linger and swiftly moved to the door, pushing it open forcefully.

Inside was a woman dressed in a purple thin shirt, half-kneeling by Mrs. Song’s bed, her eyes constantly gleaming with tears as she whispered into Mrs. Song’s ear.

Song Botong, when he saw the door being forcefully opened, faced a formidable foe, drawing the Seven Star Saber from behind and holding it horizontally in front of him, warily watching the door.

Upon seeing the visitor, Song Botong’s expression changed to one of surprise, quickly stepping forward to grasp Ye Guichen’s hand, trembling as he said, "Mr. Ye, it was my fault before. If you can help the Song Family through this crisis, I would not hesitate even if it means my death to make amends."

Speaking, he picked up the Seven Star Saber beside him, placing it against his neck, intending to end his own life.

Ye Guichen remained indifferent to Song Botong’s actions, merely waving his left hand forcefully. An invisible force emanated, affecting Song Botong.

Song Botong felt the power from the force at his palm, causing his hand to tremble uncontrollably, and the Seven Star Saber fell vertically to the ground.

"I do not care about the life and death of the Song Family. I simply do not want Taihe Town to be controlled by a demon from hell," Ye Guichen said coldly, then strode to Mrs. Song’s side.

Mrs. Song saw Ye Guichen approaching, her eyes sprang open like a sleeping tiger, staring intently at Ye Guichen, trying to gauge his cultivation.

Suddenly, Mrs. Song spat a blood arrow from her mouth, reaching a distant wall, and astonishingly, the blood wasn’t pure red but a corroded green, immediately eroding a hole in the surrounding wall.

Seeing the foul blood on the wall, Ye Guichen spoke solemnly, "Mrs. Song, don’t waste your strength. Your blood has been completely eroded by corpse energy, even your soul is being slowly devoured. Without me, you wouldn’t last a day before your spirit is annihilated, leaving no chance for reincarnation."

"Boy, do you mean you can save me?" Mrs. Song asked skeptically.

"Are you feeling unable to use True Qi, with your blood coagulated, internal meridians blocked by corpse energy, and your soul suffering the pain of a thousand ants burrowing into the heart?" Ye Guichen replied calmly, looking at Mrs. Song.

"How do you know!" Mrs. Song exclaimed in disbelief, her eyes and eyebrows raised slightly.

Now, Ye Guichen has increased his soul power after refining the Nascent Soul, coupled with cultivating soul techniques of the Esoteric Sect, making his soul power more refined, allowing him to easily assess Mrs. Song’s condition without even using the Fiery Vision.

"If you want to live, follow my instructions," Ye Guichen, already having a low regard for the Song Family, felt uncomfortable due to Mrs. Song’s previous probing, making his expression even colder.

"Daoist Zuo, please lend me your Peach Wood Sword," Ye Guichen turned and said to Zuoqiu Yun at the door.

Zuoqiu Yun, hearing Ye Guichen’s call, took the Peach Wood Sword from his back and tossed it towards Ye Guichen.

The Peach Wood Sword sliced through the air with a whistling sound towards Ye Guichen, who caught it and made a cut across his palm. Ye Guichen then pointed the Peach Wood Sword at his own blood, and seven drops of blood entered into Mrs. Song’s forehead, chest, and four limbs.