My Silly, Sweet Wife

Zhao Wencheng stood coldly outside Zhao Kaifeng’s door, his face showing a hint of greed.

Zhao Wencheng’s eyes were filled with countless blood vessels, his hair draped in deep crimson, looking like a demon from hell. With a powerful wave of his hands, his arms carried a vast blood aura toward the doors.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The double doors instantly shattered into a sky full of debris.

Zhao Kaifeng heard the noise, glanced at the enchanting woman beside him, and reassured her, "Don’t worry, I’ll go out to check and be right back."

Zhao Kaifeng moved at the sound, his gaze slowly shifted from his wife to the doorway, exhaled deeply, and then grabbed the silver glowing sword behind him and rushed outside.

Upon seeing Zhao Wencheng’s appearance outside, his body emitting a blood-like red, his clothes had already been torn by the Cultivation Technique, Zhao Kaifeng sensed something amiss, his expression immediately tensed, and he involuntarily tightened his grip on the sword.

Zhao Kaifeng furrowed his brow, his face automatically showing a look of disgust, and said coldly, "Brother, why are you here!"

"I’m here, of course, to see my sister-in-law. I didn’t cherish her well before, but now I’ll have to love her twice as much."

Zhao Wencheng looked towards the house, unconsciously licking his lips, his face filled with endless desire, not hiding his greed at all, as he spoke while walking into the courtyard, leaving a deep blood-stained footprint wherever he stepped.

Upon hearing Zhao Wencheng’s insulting words, Zhao Kaifeng felt a surge of anger, and he held his silver glowing sword horizontally in front of his chest, his gaze firm with a warning tone, said, "Brother, Xi Zhi is resting, you’d better leave!"

"Hmph!"

"Brother’s here, and still resting in the house, doesn’t she know the basic courtesy of coming out to greet?" he said, but his steps showed no intention of stopping, continuing to move forward.

"You’d better leave!" Zhao Kaifeng pointed his palm towards the door, the silver glowing sword had been drawn halfway from its sheath, with an unyielding tone, seemingly taking another step, the sword would be drawn with a sound.

Zhao Wencheng at this moment only had eyes for the people inside the house. After cultivating the Devouring Blood Scripture, Zhao Wencheng felt empowered all over, how could he take small roles like Zhao Kaifeng seriously.

In his eyes, now the entire Taihe Town was his kingdom, just by waving his hand, ants were destined to be ants. Thinking of this, Zhao Wencheng not only accelerated his pace.

Seeing the distance to the inside of the house was just one meter away, Zhao Kaifeng hesitated no longer.

"Phantom Sword Light Technique!"

Suddenly, a fierce sword light broke through the air, its shadow constantly changing, charging towards Zhao Wencheng with thunderous force.

Zhao Wencheng did not heed the imminent danger, when the silver glowing sword was only half a centimeter away from him, suddenly he raised two fingers, pinching the swiftly approaching sword, the rotating silver glowing sword in the air could no longer advance.

"How is this possible!" Zhao Kaifeng was shocked in his heart, how could he catch it so easily.

Zhao Kaifeng looked at Zhao Wencheng in disbelief, and suddenly, Zhao Kaifeng noticed the blood vessels and blood-filled eyes covering Zhao Wencheng’s body, and realized some terrifying things in his heart.

At this moment, Zhao Wencheng exerted force abruptly, the sword immediately broke into two halves, then casually threw them away, turned his head to glance at Zhao Kaifeng beside him, his palm transformed into a claw shape, as a thick blood aura emanated from his palm, gradually forming a blood vortex, suddenly striking out a palm, with powerful suction rushing towards Zhao Kaifeng.

Facing the suddenly incoming bloody giant palm, Zhao Kaifeng was stunned, his heart filled with a deep sense of powerlessness, hurriedly channeled True Qi into his arms, and crossed them in front of him.

"Bang!"

Suddenly Zhao Kaifeng’s skin cracked, blood gushed continuously, pulling him along rapidly towards Zhao Wencheng’s hand.

"Zhao Wencheng, you... you actually practiced the forbidden Devouring Blood Scripture... you’re betraying our ancestors!" Zhao Kaifeng roared with cries.

Zhao Wencheng looked at the Zhao Kaifeng in his hand with a blank expression, operating the Devouring Blood Scripture, soon Zhao Kaifeng’s blood was forcibly extracted from his body, his bones without the support of skin and blood, quickly detached from the body, turning into a shriveled corpse.

"Ah..."

By now the doors and windows had already been destroyed by the powerful suction, Zhao Kaifeng’s wife, Hua Xizhi, seeing what unfolded before her, covered her mouth with her hands, tears fell like pouring rain.

"Demon, you’re a demon..." she said with trembling lips, terrified.

Seeing Hua Xizhi inside, Zhao Wencheng’s eyes flashed with fervor, with a wave of his sleeves, a beam of blood light quickly entered Hua Xizhi’s forehead and disappeared.

Hua Xizhi immediately passed out.

Zhao Wencheng swiftly stepped forward, slung her over his shoulder, jumped, and disappeared.

.....

Meanwhile, Ye Guichen and Zuo Qiuyun split up after leaving the Spirit Stone mine. Zuo Qiuyun made arrangements with Ye Guichen to set off to the Qianji Sect together in two days, then hurried to the Song Family, while Ye Guichen returned directly to his residence in the Xianhe Villa.

Ye Guichen sat cross-legged, his mind sank, entering his soul into the Jiuyou Tower, where he saw the tree spirit’s Nascent Soul struggling incessantly, trying to break free from the chains, but with the enhancement of the Xuanming Prison Suppressing Technique, the suppression power of the Jiuyou Tower became increasingly formidable, making it impossible for it to escape the chains’ bondage.

Ye Guichen was only partly aware of matters regarding the Nascent Soul, but thinking of the Ghost King’s existence in his Jiuyou Tower, a being close to breakthrough Divinity Transformation, he flashed his soul, appearing before the Ghost King.