My Silly, Sweet Wife

"Yes," Wan Qianhuan replied with a determined gaze.

"Not only that, but the Holy Temple has also fallen under their control. Some of the corpse cultivators and ghost cultivators within the temple are unwilling to be subjugated and have fled the temple. Most of the corpse cultivators have escaped to the Barbarian Land and are under their protection, while the whereabouts of the ghost cultivators remain unknown."

Speaking of the Barbarian Tribe, Wan Qianhuan seemed lost in thought, a trace of melancholy flickering in his eyes, though he quickly concealed it.

"Barbarian Land?" Hearing that the Barbarian Tribe was willing to shelter the Corpse Clan, Ye Guichen was puzzled and confused.

Wan Qianhuan noticed Ye Guichen’s bewilderment and explained: "Mr. Ye must know that the Barbarian Tribe originally evolved from the Corpse Clan. Both the Barbarian Tribe and the Corpse Clan have powerful physiques. The origin of the Barbarian Tribe is a place where there exists a life spring deep within. Originally, when the Corpse Clan arrived here, their corpses’ aura was gradually absorbed and depleted through continuous purification by the life spring, making their bodies stronger and more formidable.

However, because the life spring only opens once every three years, and each time only ten people, who are the most gifted in cultivation, can enter, this indirectly led to the rarity of the Barbarian Tribe, though their strength is incredibly formidable."

"No wonder I didn’t feel any corpse aura from the shaman and the others, but rather an abundant vitality. It seems to be the effect of this life spring," Ye Guichen mused to himself.

It seems necessary for me to visit the Barbarian Land, not only because of the shaman, but Ye Guichen also wants to see the miraculous nature of this life spring.

"I wonder when the life spring will open next?" Ye Guichen asked casually.

Wan Qianhuan pondered for a moment and said, "The last time the life spring opened was three years ago, and according to the timeline, it should open again within the next ten days."

After hearing all this, Ye Guichen couldn’t help but feel curious about Wan Qianhuan.

"Did Master Wan call me here just to tell me these things? I wonder what Master Wan intends?" Ye Guichen asked with a smile.

Upon hearing Ye Guichen’s words, Wan Qianhuan’s sense of melancholy resurfaced in his expression. He clasped his fists towards Ye Guichen, his eyes full of entreaty.

"To be honest, I have a favor to ask." Wan Qianhuan said with a sorrowful expression.

"Oh?"

Ye Guichen saw Wan Qianhuan’s expression and was momentarily puzzled by his intent.

Wan Qianhuan took out a small black bottle from his ring, opened its mouth, and suddenly black mist wafted out.

Ye Guichen stared at the black mist before him and discovered it was indeed a soul; moreover, the soul was swaying with the wind, gradually starting to dim.

"What is this?" Ye Guichen asked, perplexed.

"This is my wife, Ning Xiang." Wan Qianhuan said painfully, then whistled towards the sky, and a massive shadow slowly descended. Upon closer inspection, it was the Thousand Mechanism Beast.

Ning Xiang’s soul floated like smoke into the brain of the Thousand Mechanism Beast.

The Thousand Mechanism Beast suddenly opened its eyes, instantly gaining spiritual sense, fluttered its wings, and said to Ye Guichen, "Ning Xiang greets Mr. Ye."

Ye Guichen saw Ning Xiang’s soul attached to the Thousand Mechanism Beast and his face darkened as he recalled his arrival at the Qianji Sect, muttering to himself, "I won’t be riding on her all the way here, will I!"

"You’ve seen it, Mr. Ye. Ning Xiang’s soul is starting to fade away. I can only rely on this Soul Preservation Bottle to temporarily halt her disappearance, but I can’t stop its continuing trend. I’m truly useless!" Wan Qianhuan exclaimed, crying desperately, wishing to kill himself on the spot.

"Qianhuan, being together with you, even if only like this, I’m already content." Ning Xiang gazed tenderly at Wan Qianhuan.

Ye Guichen observed the situation before him, speechless for a moment.

"Mr. Ye, please help me!" Wan Qianhuan almost knelt before Ye Guichen.

Ye Guichen quickly stepped forward and supported Wan Qianhuan, preventing him from kneeling further, and said compassionately, "How can I help you?"

"The life spring, if we can obtain the life spring, Ning Xiang’s soul power can not only fully recover, but also have a chance for reincarnation!" Wan Qianhuan said, excitedly shaking Ye Guichen’s arm.

"But why doesn’t Master Wan go himself?" Ye Guichen asked solemnly.

Upon hearing Ye Guichen’s question, Wan Qianhuan instantly became dejected, lifting his robe to reveal metallic legs underneath, saying painfully, "Mr. Ye, I am already a cripple! Merely relying on the Thousand Mechanism Skill is not enough to contend with the Barbarian Tribe."

Ye Guichen saw Wan Qianhuan’s metallic prosthetics and was taken aback: "Master Wan, your legs are..."

Wan Qianhuan reminisced and detailed the reason to Ye Guichen.

Ning Xiang was actually the second princess of the Barbarian Tribe, meant to unite with the tribe’s descendants and propagate, but secretly fell in love with Wan Qianhuan and tried to help him sneak into the location of the life spring to steal its power. When the Barbarian King found out, he was furious and in a fit of anger severed Wan Qianhuan’s legs and cast him out of the Barbarian Land, while Ning Xiang was imprisoned by the tribe and, in utter despair, leapt into the Manlong Abyss, with only a faint soul remaining.

"Unexpectedly, they’re a pair of lovers in hardship." Ye Guichen thought to himself.

Ye Guichen’s expression shifted from contemplative concentration.

Wan Qianhuan observed Ye Guichen’s silence, growing anxious and said, "Mr. Ye, having deciphered the Kunlun Formation left by Elder Qianji, according to Qianji Sect’s rules, you are now our sect’s leader. The disciples are in trouble, and I hope the leader can help!"