My Silly, Sweet Wife

Chapter 1469: Chapter 1384: Preparing to Swallow the Pill

As the two words "Ye Guichen" fell, a hundred swords rang in unison.

The powerful Sword Qi exploded from the Murderous Sword, instantly shredded by the hundred swords.

The Murderous Sword emitted a trembling sound at the same time, as if encountering a formidable enemy, it had an urge to escape.

Feng Pu’s pupils contracted.

He didn’t expect Ye Guichen’s Sword Dao to be so strong.

There was endless fierceness in his eyes.

"The Murderous Sword needs to drink blood!"

He lifted his wrist and directly used the Murderous Sword to cut open his own arm.

Blood gushed out.

In an instant, it was absorbed into the Murderous Sword.

That Murderous Sword could absorb blood.

Seeing this scene, everyone’s faces changed drastically.

No one expected Feng Pu could nurture such a sword.

If they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, no one would believe it at all.

But, this was not enough.

After nourishing the Murderous Sword with his blood, Feng Pu let out a frenzied laugh, and unbelievably threw a handful of pills from his own storage ring and stuffed them directly into his mouth.

Originally turning pale after the Murderous Sword drank a lot of his blood, Feng Pu’s face quickly regained its rosy color.

Feng Pu directly stabbed the Murderous Sword into his own thigh.

Blood was once again madly absorbed by the Murderous Sword.

This scene was nerve-wracking to witness.

"Kid, you’re strong, but you can’t be stronger than my sword!"

After some time, Feng Pu’s face turned pale again. He yanked the Murderous Sword out and hurled it directly at Ye Guichen.

Buzz!

The Murderous Sword at that moment sounded as if it were cheering, releasing an excited sound, like someone who has just eaten and is brimming with energy.

The Evil Qi that was originally defeated by Ye Guichen rapidly condensed.

This time, it didn’t form around as before, but concentrated entirely in the Sword Array of the Murderous Sword.

The overwhelming Evil Qi descended like the floodwaters of the Milky Way, frantically pouring towards Ye Guichen, instantly engulfing him.

Even several swords in front of Ye Guichen were sent flying by the Murderous Sword.

Although Ye Guichen’s swords were exceptional, and each had a higher grade than the Murderous Sword.

However, with Ye Guichen’s current cultivation level, the power of those swords was only one ten-thousandth activated.

Now, the sword in Ye Guichen’s hand only had enough hardness and sharpness, but the spiritual aspect hadn’t been fully awakened.

Ye Guichen had encountered many experts before, but never anyone as formidable as Feng Pu.

Feng Pu’s methods indeed left people amazed.

His way of cultivation was different, even somewhat extreme, but the results were evident.

The sword he nurtured had extremely powerful Sword Intent.

Ye Guichen even felt that if his sword wasn’t hard enough, it would have been slashed to pieces by the Murderous Sword.

However, Ye Guichen wasn’t afraid.

No matter how strong the Murderous Sword was, it couldn’t break his Hundred Sword Array.

A hundred swords unleashed!

Ye Guichen believed that even a Golden Core Expert was no more than this.

"If you want to break my Sword Array, you’re still a bit lacking!"

Ye Guichen smiled faintly, grasping the Immortal Slayer Sword: "Come, Immortal Slayer, you’ve been with me the longest; today, let me see just how strong you are!"

With that said, Ye Guichen swung a sword.

The Immortal Slayer Sword burst through the Sword Array, directly colliding with the Murderous Sword carrying vast killing intent.

The clash of the two swords was like two trains crashing together, causing a massive roaring sound, even the heavens and earth changed color.

However, no matter how strong the Murderous Sword was, it was ultimately a mortal sword.

Seemingly sensing Ye Guichen’s overwhelming spirit, the Immortal Slayer Sword at that moment emitted a sound as if it were gaining its first intelligence.

Crack!

With a crisp sound, the Murderous Sword was split in two.

The seemingly substantial Evil Qi quickly dissipated without a trace.

What’s more, the Immortal Slayer Sword unexpectedly left Ye Guichen’s hand, slicing the Murderous Sword into countless pieces like cutting tofu.

Finally, it flew straight back to Ye Guichen’s hand.

Ye Guichen was stunned, looking at the Immortal Slayer Sword in his hand with delight.

At this moment, Ye Guichen inexplicably felt the Immortal Slayer Sword was not a sword, but a person.

Indeed, a person endowed with intelligence.

Could it be that this Immortal Slayer Sword truly could slay immortals?

Ye Guichen had a spark in his mind, recalling the overwhelming intent of the Murderous Sword earlier, and thinking of the Immortal Slayer Sword belonging to the same class, though it was dormant, it was perhaps unwilling to be suppressed by an ordinary sword.

His unintentional words and the sky-high aura on him inadvertently awakened it.

"Haha, haha, good!"

Ye Guichen laughed, and put away all the remaining swords.

Then, he stepped forward, placing his sword against Feng Pu’s chest.

Feng Pu’s face was full of bewilderment.

He looked at Ye Guichen incredulously, as if he were looking at a stranger.

"This, how is this possible?" Feng Pu simply couldn’t believe the sight in front of him: "The killing sword I’ve nurtured for decades is actually broken? It’s simply impossible, impossible!"

Ye Guichen smirked at the corners of his mouth: "Your killing sword can only kill people, but it cannot kill me."

"It can only kill people, but it can’t kill you?" Feng Pu showed a face of shock and then stunned: "You, you’re not human?"

Pfft!

Upon hearing this, Ye Guichen almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

You’re the one who’s not human.

What I mean is that I am destined to become an immortal in the future; how could you possibly kill me?

However, Ye Guichen wasn’t in the mood to waste words on Feng Pu.

With one sword, he pierced Feng Pu’s chest, then urged the Immortal Slayer Sword: "I command it to break!"

The next second, only crackling sounds reminiscent of falling beans were heard from within Feng Pu’s body, and his meridians had been completely severed.

Then, Ye Guichen flicked Feng Pu towards Feng Jiuling.

Feng Pu’s limp body crashed in front of Feng Jiuling.

"This man is, after all, your blood relative. I merely crippled him and broke his cultivation. As for his life or death, you decide." Ye Guichen finished speaking, glancing at the Dragon Sword on the ground.

He then stepped forward, grasped the hilt, and picked up the Immortal Slayer Sword.

This scene once again drew a tumultuous exclamation from the people of Wan Jian Villa.

"He, he picked up the Dragon Sword?"

Although the Dragon Sword had left the meteorite, being able to pick it up was still impossible.

Unless the Dragon Sword also recognizes Ye Guichen as its master.

What the hell!

It was chaos!

The people of Wan Jian Villa were in chaos.

Ever since the ancestor inserted the Dragon Sword into the meteorite, no one had been able to pull it out.

Yet today, first Feng Pu managed to take it out, and now Ye Guichen picked it up.

This means that if Ye Guichen were to pull at it, he could easily take it out.

Could it be that the Dragon Sword feels it’s been around too long and has lost its spiritual essence?

This bizarre thought inexplicably flashed through many people’s minds.

Ye Guichen glanced at the Dragon Sword, with a hint of disappointment flashing inexplicably in his eyes.

Although Gui Tuo and Yan Fang said this sword has the effect of subduing ghosts, its grade seems quite ordinary.

In my Sword Tomb, there are swords that also subdue ghosts, and are perhaps a hundred times stronger than this sword.

If I take it, I’d owe Wan Jian Villa, but it would be of no use to me.

"Forget it."

Ye Guichen quickly made up his mind, and suddenly stabbed the Dragon Sword back into the meteorite.

Woo woo!

When the Dragon Sword was inserted into the meteorite, it seemed to emit a mournful sound, as if feeling aggrieved because Ye Guichen did not fancy it.

After inserting the Dragon Sword back, Ye Guichen summoned the broken killing sword, and all its pieces shot into the meteorite.

"Although this killing sword is filled with Evil Qi, after all, it’s a sword nurtured for decades. By protecting it around the Dragon Sword, it might help nourish the Dragon Sword. In less than ten years, it will surely advance, and by then, Wan Jian Villa will become renowned because of this sword."

After saying this, Ye Guichen cupped his hand towards Feng Jiuling.

The gesture clearly declined the offer to keep the sword.

Feng Jiuling’s expression was wooden.

Ye Guichen’s behavior struck his heart like a heavy hammer.

This young man simply disdains the Dragon Sword.

Especially after witnessing Ye Guichen’s hundred swords, Feng Jiuling, who once took pride in Wan Jian Villa, realized that although their swords might not compare to Ye Guichen’s, they shouldn’t fall too far behind.

But now, it seems Feng Jiuling finally understands the gap between him and Ye Guichen.

Any of Ye Guichen’s swords could easily defeat the swords of Wan Jian Villa.

At this moment, Feng Jiuling inexplicably felt disheartened, even somewhat disappointed.

Their ancestor was originally a swordsmith, and it was because of forging the Dragon Sword that Wan Jian Villa was established.

Later, generation after generation, Wan Jian Villa almost abandoned their swordmaking origins, solely focusing on studying Sword Dao and practicing Sword Dao.

But now, Feng Jiuling suddenly realized that perhaps he should forge a good sword himself.

Only a good sword could lead Wan Jian Villa to the peak.

Merely pursuing swordsmanship might never yield a path towards success in this lifetime.

Looking deeply once more at the Dragon Sword reinserted into the meteorite, Feng Jiuling felt somewhat agitated, and suddenly knelt to the ground: "Mr. Ye, your great kindness cannot be repaid by me, Feng Jiuling. Should there ever be a day when you require us, Wan Jian Villa, I will serve you with every essence of my being without hesitation!"

Ye Guichen stepped forward and helped Feng Jiuling up: "Master Feng, what are you doing? Quickly rise."

After pulling Feng Jiuling up, Ye Guichen said with a smile, "If you really wish to do something for me, just help me gather some herbs. Any herbs will do. I need to refine some pills; I’m counting on you."

"Oh, that? That’s easy, consider it done." Feng Jiuling naturally agreed readily upon hearing that Ye Guichen only needed herbs.

Previously, Ye Guichen felt uneasy about asking, but since he had helped Wan Jian Villa so much, asking them to fetch some herbs was acceptable.

Taking this opportunity, Ye Guichen wanted to replenish his supply of pills well.

With enough pill reserves, Ye Guichen planned to swallow that Ghost Pill.

Ye Guichen wasn’t willing to gamble with his life; if he were to swallow the Ghost Pill, he needed to be fully prepared, having as many life-saving items as possible.

As for Feng Pu’s fate, Ye Guichen didn’t care at all.

However, just as Feng Jiuling was helping Ye Guichen collect herbs, people from more than a dozen sects learned that Ye Guichen was at Wan Jian Villa and hurriedly gathered towards the villa.