My Silly, Sweet Wife

Chapter 1467: Chapter 1382: Deploy the Sword Array, Execute the Traitor

Seeing that someone actually wanted to draw the Dragon Sword, many people from Wan Jian Villa gathered around, whispering among themselves.

"It’s been many years since anyone tried to draw this sword."

"Yeah, they say that since this sword was placed here, no one has been able to draw it out. Mr. Ye is powerful, but I’m afraid even he might not be able to do it."

"Who knows? If Mr. Ye can draw it out, it would certainly be a good thing for our Wan Jian Villa."

"Exactly, without Mr. Ye, our Wan Jian Villa might face a great calamity."

"I really hope Mr. Ye can pull it out."

Ye Guichen’s actions greatly increased the goodwill among the people of Wan Jian Villa.

Discussing among themselves, they all hoped Ye Guichen could draw out the sword.

Upon hearing that Ye Guichen wanted to draw the sword, Chu Chu also ran over, blending in among the crowd to watch.

Her eyes were fixed tightly on Ye Guichen, as if she couldn’t bear to look away even for a moment.

"Why do you want me to draw this sword?" Ye Guichen asked Feng Jiuling with a playful smile.

Feng Jiuling answered honestly, "If you can draw this sword out, you will become the Master of Wan Jian Villa, rightful even if your surname isn’t Feng."

"Wow!"

As soon as this statement came out, it immediately caused a stir.

The meaning behind those words was too clear, wasn’t it?

Was this a sign that Ye Guichen was chosen as the successor?

"What if I can’t draw it out?" Ye Guichen hesitated and then asked back.

Feng Jiuling laughed heartily, "If you can’t draw it out, as long as you’re willing, you can still become the Master of Wan Jian Villa."

A straightforward hint.

Many people didn’t understand what was going on.

But with some insightful explanation, they immediately turned their gaze towards Chu Chu.

"Could it be? Is the Master planning to make Mr. Ye his son-in-law?"

"If that’s really the case, it would be fantastic!"

"Indeed, with Mr. Ye’s abilities, he would definitely lead our Wan Jian Villa to new heights!"

Chu Chu wished she could find a crack in the ground to hide in.

She hadn’t expected Feng Jiuling to say such words in public.

Though it was just a hint, this hint was hardly different from directly stating it.

How could Ye Guichen not understand?

He could only pretend to be clueless, "Master Feng, my aspiration is not bound to a small Wan Jian Villa."

"Oh?" Feng Jiuling seemed unsurprised by Ye Guichen’s words and asked with a curious expression, "Then where does your ambition lie?"

Ye Guichen raised his hand and pointed to the sky, "In the distant firmament, where one can roam freely between heaven and earth as an Immortal!"

"To become an Immortal!" Feng Jiuling’s pupils widened, suddenly laughing and patting Ye Guichen on the shoulder, "Such grand ambition. Not to mention whether there truly exists an Immortal who can defy heaven’s will, even if there is, becoming an Immortal is no easy feat."

"No matter the difficulty, I want to try." Ye Guichen’s eyes showed determination.

"What if you can’t become an Immortal?" Feng Jiuling asked back.

With a serious expression, Ye Guichen replied, "All worldly matters would become my bonds. If I cannot become an Immortal in this life, what is the point of my existence?"

Feng Jiuling was taken aback, realizing that Ye Guichen had refused.

The meaning in Ye Guichen’s words was already very clear.

If he stayed at Wan Jian Villa, staying by Chu Chu’s side, it would only hinder his path to immortality.

This was something he did not want.

A trace of loneliness flashed across his face.

Feng Jiuling gave Chu Chu a deep look, seeing the dim expression on her face as well, understood that she too grasped the meaning behind Ye Guichen’s words, and had to change the topic, "Haha, well, Mr. Ye, your ambition is vast. I hope that one day, you truly achieve immortality. Then, our Wan Jian Villa will certainly honor you, Mr. Ye, as our esteemed one, how about that?"

Ye Guichen merely smiled, not answering.

Feng Jiuling pointed at the Dragon Sword, "You can give it a try. If you can pull it out, it is yours as repayment for your kindness to Wan Jian Villa. If you can’t, it means this sword is still waiting for its destined person."

"Alright!" Ye Guichen did not refuse any longer and reached out his hand, wanting to draw the sword.

Everyone held their breath.

Their emotions were incredibly complex.

They hoped Ye Guichen could draw out the Dragon Sword, yet also hoped he wouldn’t.

After all, if he pulled out the Dragon Sword, the Villa’s guardian sword would cease to exist.

At that moment, a roar suddenly rang out.

"Haha, haha, a lad from another family truly thinks he can draw the Dragon Sword of my Wan Jian Villa, really overestimating himself!"

As he spoke, a fierce aura approached from afar.

In the blink of an eye, he arrived before the Dragon Sword.

Even the guards outside Wan Jian Villa did not react.

As the voice fell, the figure of the other party also appeared in front of everyone.

Ye Guichen looked up, only to see a middle-aged man whose face bore some resemblance to Feng Jiuling, but looked younger than Feng Jiuling.

The middle-aged man wore a gray robe, his hair somewhat disheveled, and his eyes revealed arrogance.

He coldly scanned the crowd, stopping for a moment on Ye Guichen, then fixed his gaze on Feng Jiuling: "Big brother, this Dragon Sword carries the Feng name, and I, Feng Pu, said I would return to claim it. Yet before I’ve returned, you dare to give it to someone else, as if you don’t take Feng Pu seriously?"

"Feng Pu?"

"Who is he?"

"Oh heavens, could it be? He, is still alive?"

Upon hearing the man call himself Feng Pu, the crowd immediately became chaotic.

Many young people didn’t know what was happening, but those who had been at Wan Jian Villa for a long time showed expressions of shock.

Some even appeared worried.

"Old Wang, do you know who this person is?" Someone asked an elderly man nearby.

The old man sighed: "Feng Pu, the brother of our master, and since the founding of Wan Jian Villa, only second to the patriarch, considered the most talented Sword Dao genius."

"Ah? The most talented sword genius, then why have I never heard of him?"

"Well, of course, you haven’t heard of him; while he had a great talent for Sword Dao, he was not a kind person. Although a Sword Dao genius, he practiced a forbidden sword, the Killing Sword."

"Killing Sword? What does that mean?"

"The Killing Sword is nourished by human blood, cultivated through killing. The more people you kill, the higher your cultivation. Hence, the sword he holds is called the Killing Sword."

"Boom!"

Upon hearing the explanation, the crowd erupted in chaos.

The Killing Sword!

Cultivated through killing.

This, this is terrifying!

Their Master at Wan Jian Villa cultivated Sword Dao, famous for swordsmanship, but had never heard of the Killing Sword, which uses murder as its foundation.

"Then, why hasn’t he been in Wan Jian Villa?" someone curiously asked again.

The elder sighed: "Because he practices the Killing Sword, he is shunned by Wan Jian Villa. Even the old master rebuked him not to persist foolishly. If he continued practicing the Killing Sword, he would be expelled. In the end, before the old master could expel him, he killed the old master in a dispute and fled, vowing to return for the Dragon Sword and to make every sword at Wan Jian Villa a Killing Sword!"

"Boom!"

These words amounted to a thunderclap.

This guy named Feng Pu actually committed patricide.

Everyone looked at Feng Pu with eyes filled not only with horror but more with hatred.

Such a person has no place at Wan Jian Villa.

Feng Pu ignored the eyes around him, laughed wildly, and stared at Feng Jiuling: "Big brother, why are you silent? Haha, twenty years ago, I left Wan Jian Villa, and these twenty years you’ve been living carefree, even becoming the master. Now that I’m back, shouldn’t you step aside from your position?"

Feng Jiuling furrowed his brow, his body tense, showing the stance of facing a great enemy: "Feng Pu, when you killed father and fled, Wan Jian Villa fell into chaos, and you dare return? Today, I must kill you to avenge father!"

"Haha, haha, you kill me?" Feng Pu laughed arrogantly: "Feng Jiuling, do you think I’ve been doing nothing all these years? Killing, nurturing the sword, cultivating! With just you? You can’t take even one strike from me."

"Arrogant!" Feng Jiuling shouted: "Whether I can withstand it, let’s find out."

Feng Pu sneered: "Hmph, Feng Jiuling, I call you big brother out of our blood relationship. But if you’re stubborn, I don’t mind sending you to meet that unreasonable old man."

"Hmph, he insisted on upholding Sword Dao. Sword Dao means nothing! One lives a lifetime, cultivates the sword for life, all for the sake of killing, is Sword Dao meant for lighting fires?"

Feng Pu scoffed, touched his toes, and already stood atop the meteor stone where the Dragon Sword was, looking down at everyone: "Cultivating the sword is for killing. If a sword isn’t used for killing, then what’s the point of cultivating it? Do you all agree?"

No one spoke.

Despite his words, one shouldn’t act that way.

If one truly uses killing for cultivation, what’s the difference from evil sects like the Yin Ghost Sect?

"Nonsense!" Feng Jiuling shook with rage, but his body was still weak, and if he acted now, he’d surely injure himself further.

"Enough of your hypocrisy!" Feng Pu ignored Feng Jiuling, a sinister smile on his lips: "Today, I’m here to pull out the Dragon Sword, none of you can stop me! Haha, once I draw the Dragon Sword, any of you who dare obstruct me will die!"

Speaking, Feng Pu grabbed the Dragon Sword’s hilt.

Feng Jiuling tried to stop him but it was too late.

"Feng Pu, you are unworthy to draw this sword!" Feng Jiuling shouted in anger, trying to rush forward to stop him.

But just then, an overwhelming aura erupted from the sword, directly striking Feng Jiuling, sending him over ten meters away.

The crowd descended into chaos.

Feng Chuchu rushed forward to support Feng Jiuling.

Feng Jiuling barely stood, feeling his blood surging, his bones uncertain of how many were broken.

But he pushed Feng Chuchu away, shouting: "Form the Sword Array, punish the traitor!"