My Silly, Sweet Wife

Chapter 1476: Chapter 1389: Swallowing the Pill

The originally arrogant members of various sects were now silent as cicadas in winter, not a single person dared to speak up for the Meishan Ancestor.

Meishan Ancestor was feeling a sense of Alexander.

Seeing that Feng Qiansui had no intention of backing down, he knew that if he stayed any longer, it would surely lead to a dead end.

Now, having finally formed a Golden Core, it would be too much of a loss to die before he had the chance to flaunt it a bit.

"Hmph, Feng Qiansui, even if you have the Red Wolf Army, I fear you don’t have the ability to keep me here!"

After shouting, Meishan Ancestor’s figure suddenly turned into a rolling ball, bouncing up with incredible speed.

Then, rolling outward, he crashed into those wild wolves, unexpectedly knocking the wolves along with the soldiers riding them into the air.

"Quick, block him!"

Feng Qiansui never expected Meishan Ancestor to attempt to escape by force, and after giving the order, he also chased doggedly.

But after all, Feng Qiansui’s cultivation was somewhat weaker than Meishan Ancestor’s.

In the blink of an eye, Meishan Ancestor had already carved out a path for himself, charging outward, clearly having no intention of caring for his Meishan Sect.

The speed of the Red Wolves was not slow either, launching attacks while pursuing, yet still allowing Meishan Ancestor to escape.

After a long chase, Meishan Ancestor was already out of sight.

Feng Qiansui had no choice but to return.

His face was full of frustration.

"Old man, what should we do?" Seeing Feng Qiansui returning empty-handed, Feng Jiuling wore a worried expression.

Letting Meishan Ancestor escape today meant that Wan Jian Villa had an additional Golden Core expert enemy, which was definitely not good news for them.

"What else can we do? If a Golden Core expert wants to escape with all their heart, we can’t stop them." Feng Qiansui glared angrily at Feng Jiuling, "Alright then, let’s deal with other matters first."

Then, his gaze fell upon the members of the other sects.

"And you all?"

Meishan Ancestor, being a Golden Core expert, might be able to escape, but for these people, trying to escape was as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Everyone lowered their heads.

The people from the Ice Silkworm Sect stood out: "Ye Guichen killed our Deputy Sect Master and a silkworm; shouldn’t we seek revenge?"

"Heh, want revenge on Mr. Ye?" Feng Qiansui sneered, "If that’s the case, then we’ll wipe out your entire Ice Silkworm Sect and see how you seek revenge!"

With that, Feng Qiansui raised his hand, about to order the extermination of the Ice Silkworm Sect’s people.

The members of the Ice Silkworm Sect were immediately frightened and pale: "Why? Why are you doing this for someone named Ye?"

"Haha, want to know?" Feng Qiansui raised his head, "The only reason I could come back is because of Mr. Ye, and this Red Wolf Army, whom do you think it belongs to?"

"What do you mean?"

"Hmph, what do I mean? The Red Wolf Army, led by Mr. Ye, went to attack the Demon Clan, and you, a small Ice Silkworm Sect, still want to oppose Mr. Ye?"

Feng Qiansui pointed at those sect members, "You all, one by one, even if combined, are not worth a single finger of Mr. Ye’s. And you truly don’t know life from death because of your greed. Well, leave a finger, or do I take your lives?"

Upon hearing this, everyone was in an uproar.

What?

The Red Wolf Army was led by Ye Guichen?

Even Feng Qiansui of Wan Jian Villa had defected to Ye Guichen?

Damn it!

How could this be possible!

However, they also knew, Feng Qiansui wouldn’t bother to deceive them.

In their deliberation, they ultimately understood that this time they were truly at a loss.

"Forget it!"

The people of the Ice Silkworm Sect all lowered their heads, "Fine, if that’s the case, we will no longer be enemies of Ye Guichen, as long as you let us leave."

"I said, one person, one finger, don’t speak nonsense!" Feng Qiansui was overwhelmingly domineering.

With Meishan Ancestor gone, these people were nothing but small fry, incapable of causing much trouble.

Everyone sighed, but had no choice, they had to cut off their fingers and left in a sorry state.

After dismissing the members of those sects, Feng Qiansui stationed the Red Wolf Army and the Divine Army outside, while he himself entered Wan Jian Villa.

Returning home, Feng Qiansui’s heart was filled with countless emotions.

He thought it would be difficult to return to Wan Jian Villa in this lifetime, but looking at those familiar scenes and houses, his heart was overwhelmed with mixed feelings.

"I never thought I would have a day to return to Wan Jian Villa."

Seeing the sword on the meteorite, Feng Qiansui was about to ask, but suddenly noticed something wrong: "Jiuling, why does it feel like this sword is inserted deeper than before?"

Feng Jiuling quickly explained the course of events and pointed to the broken sword fragments around the meteorite, "These are the shattered pieces of Feng Pu’s Killing Sword, Mr. Ye intends for these fragments to nourish the Dragon Sword and help our Wan Jian Villa ascend to a higher level."

"Yet another of Mr. Ye’s methods!" Feng Qiansui took a deep breath, eyes full of reverence.

And upon hearing about Feng Chuchu’s infatuation with Ye Guichen, a look of regret appeared on Feng Qiansui’s face: "Alas, but Mr. Ye is like a True Dragon among men, although Chu Chu is good, she is also not worthy of him."

Feng Jiuling nodded repeatedly, "Yes, old man, now that you’re back, are you planning to stay?"

Now was the time Wan Jian Villa was in dire need of rebuilding, and with Feng Qiansui in charge, surely no one would dare to disturb them.

However, Feng Qiansui shook his head: "Mr. Ye may seem young, but truly is a rare True Dragon in this world. Following him would be an excellent opportunity for our Wan Jian Villa. Moreover, having been away from Wan Jian Villa for so many years, I have little attachment to this place anymore. What I wish for now is to advance further in my cultivation."

Feng Jiuling showed a trace of disappointment in his eyes, "Old man..."

"Enough, no need to say more." Seeing that Feng Jiuling was about to persuade him, Feng Qiansui waved his hand to stop him: "Since Mr. Ye is cultivating in the Sword Heart Land, I will wait quietly here. Once he finishes, I will go to the Northern Wastelands with him. As for Wan Jian Villa..."

After thinking, Feng Qiansui ultimately felt unwilling, and took a scroll of Swordsmanship from his storage ring: "This is the Swordsmanship and Sword Array I have comprehended over the years, you can take a look, it might be of help to you."

"Thank you, old man!" Knowing it was pointless to persuade him, Feng Jiuling could only bow respectfully.

Meanwhile.

Back at the Sword Heart Land of Wan Jian Villa.

Ye Guichen had already refined dozens of batches of elixirs using the herbs provided by Feng Jiuling.

Aside from a few poisonous pills, most of these elixirs were for replenishing the body and restoring True Qi.

Looking at the hundreds of elixirs before him, Ye Guichen finally felt tempted to swallow the Ghost Pill.

He took out the Ghost Pill.

Gazing at the pitch-black pill, Ye Guichen found his mind racing.

If I swallow it, will my cultivation soar as if on a rocket?

With this thought, Ye Guichen hesitated no longer. Preparing some elixirs in case of emergencies due to the potency of the Ghost Pill, he tipped his head back and swallowed the Ghost Pill in one go.

No reaction?

The Ghost Pill sank into his stomach, but Ye Guichen felt as though it had disappeared without a trace, without any effect.

Strange, is that even possible?

Ye Guichen mused internally.

If there’s really no effect, nearly dying at the hands of that Ghost King wasn’t worth it at all, was it?

However, just as Ye Guichen was contemplating, an icy sensation, as if from the deepest depths of hell, suddenly emanated from his stomach.

The next second, before Ye Guichen could understand what was happening, that icy sensation completely froze his soul.

On the outside, Ye Guichen appeared normal, but he was utterly unable to move.

Ye Guichen seemed trapped in some void space.

This space had no up or down, was pitch black, and Ye Guichen just floated in mid-air.

"What’s going on?"

Ye Guichen deeply felt a sense of powerlessness.

That feeling of powerlessness made him suddenly realize that all the elixirs he had prepared seemed utterly useless.

Damn, did I prepare all that in vain?

"Heh heh, heh heh!"

Just as Ye Guichen cursed inwardly, an indescribably eerie laughter resonated from the void.

The voice was hoarse to the extreme, making it extremely unpleasant to hear.

Then, a gigantic ghostly face abruptly appeared, opening its big mouth, lunging toward Ye Guichen to swallow him.

Ye Guichen was shocked.

Yet his body was utterly out of his control; he couldn’t dodge even if he wanted to.

This feeling of powerlessness was exactly the same as when he encountered the Ghost King.

"Damn it!"

Ye Guichen trembled violently in panic.

As the giant mouth was about to engulf Ye Guichen, he willed himself, immediately summoning the Nine Ghost Tower.

As the Nine Ghost Tower appeared, the gigantic ghostly face collided directly with it.

Boom!

The impact was like a massive bell, making Ye Guichen’s scalp tingle.

Although I can’t move here, I can still control the Nine Ghost Tower. That’s wonderful.

Filled with joy, Ye Guichen could hardly think more as he saw the ghostly face stretching out a giant hand.

The enormous hand grabbed the Nine Ghost Tower, trying to hurl it away.

Ye Guichen’s heart sank, and he chanted silently, "Jiao Dragon, come out for me!"

"Roar!"

Accompanied by an earth-shattering roar, the Jiao Dragon flew out from the Nine Ghost Tower.

After emerging, the dragon’s form trembled, extending to over thirty meters in length.

It now had four claws, and two small bulges faintly appeared on its head, suggesting it wasn’t far from fully transforming into a true dragon.

Evidently, the nurturing effect of the Nine Ghost Tower had further evolved the dragon.

Upon appearing, the Jiao Dragon clawed toward the ghostly face.

Rip!

The ghostly face was instantly ripped by the dragon’s claw, creating a deep furrow.

The ghostly face roared, seemingly infuriated, as it lifted the hand gripping the Nine Ghost Tower and swung it like a weapon.

Bang!

It struck heavily on the dragon’s body, sending the dragon flying away.

"Heh heh, heh heh." Another low mocking laughter.

And yet another hand extended from beneath the ghostly face.

This hand grabbed the dragon’s tail, fiercely smashing it down.

Bam!

It struck with a sound as if it hit a hard and heavy ground.

The entire space trembled violently along with it.

Ye Guichen clearly felt the dragon was no match.

"Damn it, what should I do now? If I’m not mistaken, that ghostly face should be the spirit born from the Ghost Pill; if I don’t defeat it, I fear I’ll be eternally trapped here, with no way out but death!"

Ye Guichen’s heart sank slightly, urging the Nine Ghost Tower with his thoughts, trying to wrest it from the grasp of the ghostly face.