My Silly, Sweet Wife

Ye Guichen and Yu Wen Dou knew they’d already been exposed, so they stopped hiding and slowly walked out from the bushes.

"It’s you!" Wu Xiang in the distance saw Ye Guichen’s figure emerge, and when he thought of the humiliation he’d suffered yesterday, a deep look of terror unconsciously surfaced on his face.

But when he turned his head and saw the old man at his side, his heart calmed down. Wearing a playful smile, he looked at Ye Guichen as if he were staring at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"Yo! Sissy, didn’t expect we’d meet again so soon!" Ye Guichen waved at Wu Xiang, speaking with a mocking grin.

Hearing Ye Guichen’s words, Wu Xiang instantly ground his teeth in rage, flames of anger blazing in his eyes, as if he wanted to tear Ye Guichen to shreds on the spot.

"Brat, today’s the day you die!" Wu Xiang glared hatefully at Ye Guichen and waved his hand at the people behind him.

A vicious, fiendish-looking man stepped out from behind Wu Xiang, a massive Wolf Fang Club strapped to his back, his figure nearly as burly as a barbarian.

"Xiong Mo, rip him in half for me!" Wu Xiang ordered the big guy in front of him, already picturing the scene to come in his mind.

You had to know Xiong Mo’s body was ridiculously tough, and a single swing of that Wolf Fang Club carried the force of a thousand catties. In Wu Xiang’s eyes, even two Ye Guichens together wouldn’t be his match.

Xiong Mo charged up to Ye Guichen with heavy, mountain-like steps and suddenly swung the Wolf Fang Club in his hands. The club came crashing down toward Ye Guichen’s skull with the momentum of a falling meteor.

A trace of disdain appeared at Ye Guichen’s lips. He slowly raised his hand, and the Wolf Fang Club abruptly stopped in midair, unable to descend even half an inch further.

Seeing this, Xiong Mo clearly couldn’t accept it. He clenched his teeth, gathered all the strength in his body into his arms, and pressed down hard—only to find the club still frozen in that spot, while the youth before him kept looking at him with that calm, indifferent gaze, filling his heart with shock.

Ye Guichen suddenly flipped the Wolf Fang Club upward, then followed with a gorgeous flying kick straight into Xiong Mo’s chest. Xiong Mo crashed down in front of Wu Xiang like a falling meteorite, kicking up clouds of dust, and instantly blacked out.

Wu Xiang’s face turned ugly at once. He spun around and said to the people behind him, "Throw that piece of trash over there to feed the flower!"

The men behind him, hearing Wu Xiang’s order, didn’t dare hesitate. They hoisted Xiong Mo’s body and hurled it toward the Snake Phantom Flower.

The Snake Phantom Flower saw someone actually offering up prey of its own accord and didn’t hesitate either, opening its bloody maw and swallowing him in one gulp.

Wu Xiang obviously hadn’t expected Ye Guichen to be this hard to deal with—Xiong Mo couldn’t even do a thing to him. He immediately gestured to the three people behind him.

The three, seeing this, also didn’t dare delay. They drew the weapons on their backs and charged straight at Ye Guichen.

Ye Guichen saw the three attacking him, and there wasn’t a trace of fear in his eyes. He gripped the Immortal Slayer Sword and went up to meet them.

Ye Guichen moved like a swimming dragon, his figure constantly shifting among the three. Wounds kept appearing on their bodies, and for a while they were completely unable to do anything to Ye Guichen. Fear started creeping into their hearts.

The old man below secretly marveled at Ye Guichen’s strength. He stopped watching and raised the staff in his hand, his lips slightly parted, muttering something under his breath. A black bead suddenly shot out from the staff, streaking toward Ye Guichen.

Yu Wen Dou, at Ye Guichen’s side, had kept his gaze fixed on the old man. Now that he saw the Ghost Fetus Elder make a move, he refused to sit and wait for death. With a sweep of his hand, the surrounding water vapor rapidly condensed and the temperature plummeted. Icicles began to form in midair one after another, then shot at high speed toward the Ghost Fetus Elder’s black bead.

"Hm?"

The Ghost Fetus Elder clearly hadn’t expected someone to interfere. He shifted his gaze toward Yu Wen Dou.

"Tingxue Pavilion?" the old man said with a puzzled look.

"What’s your relationship with that old man Yu Wen Nian?" the Ghost Fetus Elder asked in a low voice.

"He is my father!" Yu Wen Dou replied, righteous aura surging.

Hearing Yu Wen Dou’s words, the Ghost Fetus Elder’s face lit up with joy, then instantly turned cold as he said to Yu Wen Dou, "Back then your father led a group to hunt me down, dead set on executing me on the spot. And now I actually run into his son. Perfect—I’ll take your head to him and settle the score."

As soon as he finished, the Ghost Fetus Elder gave his staff a shake. A plume of black fog poured out of it, slowly condensing in the air into a ferocious dragon that lunged at Yu Wen Dou with its maw wide open.

Yu Wen Dou watched the evil dragon before him, his expression grave. The Ghost Fetus Elder’s cultivation was already faintly stepping into the sixth level of Nascent Soul, even a notch higher than Uncle Jian’s. With his own strength, he was absolutely no match.

But Yu Wen Dou showed not the slightest fear. He formed a seal with his fingers and pushed the Nine Heavens Iceberg Technique to its limit. Water droplets in the air kept gathering toward the center, and very quickly an ice dragon formed in midair, ramming headlong into the evil dragon before him.

After finishing all this, beads of sweat densely covered Yu Wen Dou’s forehead.