My Silly, Sweet Wife

Hua Xiangrong handled matters very efficiently.

That same day, Hua Xiangrong spread the news of the arena competition.

”What, they’re actually letting us duel?”

”What does that woman Hua Xiangrong mean by this? Does she want us to kill each other?”

”However, it seems like a good method. Not only can we openly eliminate our opponents, but we can also obtain the Son of Nether Emperor!”

”Alright, I’m going to sign up!”

At first, some people felt there was a conspiracy involved.

But soon, some people signed up to participate.

However, the people of the Seven Kings weren’t fools. Even if they registered, most wouldn’t show their true strength.

At this time, whoever revealed all their cards would indeed be a fool.

On the third day after the news of the competition spread, Hua Xiangrong already had the arena set up.

The arena was built directly on the lake, easily visible from the lake’s island. The rules were clear, as long as you killed your opponent or knocked them into the lake, you won.

The competition would take place over seven days. After seven days, the last person standing would have the right to face Hua Xiangrong, who would then set conditions to hand over Ye Guichen to them.

To make the stakes in the competition seem more real, Hua Xiangrong even had Ye Guichen tied up and placed in the pavilion on the island before the competition started, allowing everyone to see that Ye Guichen was under her control.

Of course, this was meant to reassure the Seven Kings, so they wouldn’t doubt the legitimacy of the competition.

The competition began quickly.

Ye Guichen also seldom left the dungeon, and now came to a room by the lakeside to watch the arena.

This time, Ye Guichen was truly broadening his horizons.

There were many experts among them, many no less skilled than Iaido Master Jitian.

But for the first three days, the competition was not much to see. No one showed their trump cards, mostly just injuring opponents without delivering fatal blows.

However, on the fourth day, a man named Feng Wuxiu appeared in the arena.

He held a pair of iron hammers and directly killed an opponent with them.

Then, one after another, after Feng Wuxiu hammered ten experts to death, the competition truly heated up.

In the room, Ye Guichen watched Feng Wuxiu with his pair of hammers and immense strength, squinting his eyes.

Behind him, Gui Tuo stood silently: ”This Feng Wuxiu is one of King Qin’s men. He’s said to have been a Body Cultivator, possessing exceptional Cross Training skills, but his soul is relatively weak. The day we went to Jixiang Restaurant, he was so scared by the illusion I created that he fled, and now he dares not set foot in Jixiang Restaurant again!”

”Cross Training skills?” upon hearing this, Ye Guichen frowned: ”So if we classify him according to the Innate Realm, what level is he at?”

Gui Tuo whispered: ”According to recent investigations, when a martial artist enters the Innate Realm, they generate Mystic Qi within them. As they advance higher in the Innate Realm, the Mystic Qi becomes more refined, developing towards True Qi. When they reach the ninth layer of the Innate Realm, their Mystic and True Qi blend, becoming indistinguishable. At this point, Mystic Qi can be called False True Qi.”

”As long as one can fully convert their Mystic Qi into True Qi, they can advance to the next level, the Qi Refining Realm, which is where Gongyang Lang and Hua Xiangrong are currently.”

”In this realm, one truly steps outside the realm of a martial artist and becomes a cultivator, or what many regard as an Immortal.”

”Feng Wuxiu himself is a Cross Training Master, with his Cross Training skills having reached a highly refined level. But the further it progresses, the harder it becomes to cultivate. If relying purely on physical prowess, no one in the Innate Realm could match him. But he’s not good at prolonged battles. If someone could exhaust him for over ten minutes, he might reveal a flaw.”

”Oh, and it’s likely Feng Wuxiu’s skills have traces of the Vajra Body.”

Gui Tuo seemed to know everything well, gradually explaining everything to Ye Guichen, and whenever someone got on the stage, he could explain their background.

As Ye Guichen listened, he nodded, continually calculating in his mind.

Initially, the arena competition indeed seemed of little significance.

But after Feng Wuxiu appeared, he killed several people in succession, bringing the atmosphere to a more organized state.

Among those he killed were several experts sent by the other six kings.

Among them, three were under King Chu.

”Damn, King Qin is really good at this!”

At the lakeside, a middle-aged man with a dark expression stood.

Beside him were several strong men.

They each clenched their fists, angrily staring at Feng Wuxiu on the arena with the aura of not resting until Feng Wuxiu was dead.

”Marquis Chu, this time King Chu sent you personally, showing his regard for the Son of Nether Emperor. Yet, Hua Xiangrong has pulled such a stunt. Now King Qin’s men are flaunting their strength, are we just to stand by and let them kill our people?”

A subordinate whispered.

Marquis Chu, whose real name is Chu Huai Nan, was King Chu’s brother, one of the Seven Kings’ Marquis.

Currently, Chu Huai Nan held the highest status.

Ye Guichen hadn’t expected that simply revealing his identity a bit would draw out a Marquis from the Hidden Sect Seven Kings.

Chu Huai Nan snorted coldly: ”This time, I must win. Even though the other six kings are watching intently, since I’ve come, the Son of Nether Emperor will be mine, no one can take him.”

Glancing at his subordinates, Chu Huai Nan whispered: ”Have the person you hired with a fortune to step in. As long as they can kill Feng Wuxiu, they’ll be rewarded with ten Spirit Stones. If they can help me take the Son of Nether Emperor back, I’ll add a hundred Spirit Stones.”

”Alright, Marquis Chu, rest assured, that person has been hiding in Ghost Market for many years. A Qi Refiner, their skills are no weaker than Hua Xiangrong’s, but they went into hiding after being hunted by King Qin. I’ve already promised them that as long as they take action, King Chu will protect them, granting them a chance to return to the Hidden Sect.” the subordinate replied.

Chu Huai Nan nodded: ”Well done!”

”Hahaha, who else dares to come!” On the arena, Feng Wuxiu laughed arrogantly, pointing a finger at the people on the shore: ”I, Feng Wuxiu, represent King Qin. If no one dares to die, that kid is mine!”

Now that the Son of the Nether Emperor’s information was no longer secret, there was no need to hide it.

”Hmph, with such little skill, you dare be so arrogant here!”

Soon, another voice rang out.

A figure stepped across the waves, walking on the lake as if on flat ground, each step covering four or five meters.

In the blink of an eye, the figure was on the arena in the lake.