My Silly, Sweet Wife

The news of the Ice Silkworm Sect being completely annihilated has already been relayed to Wan Jian Villa.

Moreover, the news of Feng Wuxiu and Ye Guichen’s return has not escaped the ears of Wan Jian Villa.

This is, after all, the territory of Wan Jian Villa. Such significant events are almost immediately known by Wan Jian Villa the moment they occur.

Ye Guichen settled outside Wan Jian Villa, and everything about Feng Wuxiu entering alone was completely in Feng Jiuling’s grasp.

”Master, Feng Wuxiu actually teamed up with Ye Guichen. Whatever we wish for truly comes to pass!”

Upon receiving the news, Dugu Yue’s eyes shone with inexplicable excitement.

Feng Jiuling naturally also thought of how to deal with Ye Guichen: ”Second Master, you and I have the same thought. Haha, who would have thought, whatever we hope for really comes true. This time, if we can lure Ye Guichen into Wan Jian Villa, he would be like a turtle in a jar. By then, wouldn’t all his treasures be ours?”

Dugu Yue nodded repeatedly, but then showed some concern: ”Master, that’s true, but Feng Wuxiu seems to have a good relationship with Ye Guichen now. What if he disagrees?”

”Hmph, he is a person of Wan Jian Villa. Whether he agrees or not, he must agree!” Feng Jiuling waved his hand, interrupting Dugu Yue, ”Send Yang Di to lure Feng Wuxiu in.”

Since returning from the Spirit Beast Sect, Yang Di has been devoted to deep cultivation.

Although not understanding why the Master specifically wanted her to meet Feng Wuxiu, Yang Di naturally would not refuse the Master’s order.

Upon seeing Feng Wuxiu again, Yang Di had matured a lot.

She respectfully bowed to Feng Wuxiu, ”Senior Brother, you’re back.”

Feng Wuxiu had been training outside for some time. Now, seeing Yang Di, he felt a sense of change in circumstances and people.

Especially during the time in Hefeng Valley, Feng Wuxiu buried his favorite sword underground, ready to start anew.

All these changes made him feel as if he had been reborn.

Seeing Yang Di calling him Senior Brother, Feng Wuxiu waved his hand: ”Yang Di, in the past, I devoted my life to the Sword Dao, but now, I do not intend to pursue the Sword Dao any longer.”

”Senior Brother, what did you say?” Yang Di knew her Senior Brother was obsessed with the sword, and now he no longer pursued the Sword Dao?

In bewilderment, Yang Di looked behind Feng Wuxiu. Sure enough, the sword that used to hang on his back was nowhere to be seen.

It was like seeing the sun rise from the west; Yang Di was utterly astonished: ”Senior Brother, why? Didn’t you once say that you live for the sword?”

Feng Wuxiu shook his head, not knowing how to explain.

He couldn’t possibly say that after being injured, his mindset had changed, right?

This kind of thing, it’s better not to say.

”Where is the Master?” Feng Wuxiu chose not to dwell on this question.

Seeing Feng Wuxiu reluctant to elaborate, Yang Di also hesitated to press further: ”Oh right, the Master asked me to bring you to the meeting hall; there seems to be something to discuss with you.”

”Alright!” Feng Wuxiu said no more and followed Yang Di to the meeting hall.

Along the way, the disciples of Wan Jian Villa all greeted Feng Wuxiu.

After responding to each greeting, Feng Wuxiu gazed at those familiar faces, and his heart was filled with complex emotions.

This time, Feng Wuxiu actually wanted to speak with the Master about leaving Wan Jian Villa.

After all, Wan Jian Villa is dedicated to the way of the sword, and without pursuing the sword, what point is there in staying here?

This was Feng Wuxiu’s thought.

Moreover, Feng Wuxiu had decided to follow Ye Guichen in the future, to become Ye Guichen’s humble follower.

Thus, before leaving, bringing Ye Guichen to Wan Jian Villa, and if possible, letting Ye Guichen impart a few techniques to Wan Jian Villa, would be a way to repay the Villa’s kindness.

After all, in Feng Wuxiu’s heart, Ye Guichen’s Sword Dao is unparalleled in the world!

”Come, come, Wuxiu, sit quickly!”

Seeing Feng Wuxiu enter, Feng Jiuling was extremely enthusiastic, greeting him warmly, ”How have you been during this time away? Ah, but this trip to the Yin Ghost Sect must have been hard on you. I’m really relieved you made it back alive!”

Feng Wuxiu was clearly taken aback upon seeing Dugu Yue again.

He had originally thought everyone from Wan Jian Villa had perished in Hefeng Valley.

”Master, I am just fortunate. Actually, returning this time...” Seeing Feng Jiuling so suddenly warm, Feng Wuxiu felt a bit uncomfortable, but still wanted to explain promptly: ”Master, my survival this time depends entirely on Mr. Ye. He saved me once more, giving me a second chance, so I wish to spend the rest of my life serving by Mr. Ye’s side.”

Feng Jiuling and Dugu Yue, upon hearing this, furrowed their brows slightly, exchanging a glance.

Dugu Yue said meaningfully, ”Wuxiu, you are the genius of our Wan Jian Villa. We still need you to greatly develop it. By saying this, are you planning to abandon us and leave?”

Feng Wuxiu, struggling to articulate, said: ”Second Master, I know our Wan Jian Villa has been very generous to me. Without Wan Jian Villa, I wouldn’t be here today. So, I’ve brought Mr. Ye back, hoping he can offer some guidance. His Sword Dao is the strongest I’ve ever seen. As long as we show him respect, I believe he is a reasonable man, surely letting Wan Jian Villa benefit greatly.”

”Wuxiu, you keep mentioning Mr. Ye. From the sound of it, are you determined to leave with Ye Guichen?” Feng Jiuling’s voice grew stern, his face full of displeasure.

Feng Wuxiu lowered his head and knelt down with a thud: ”Your disciple is foolish; I once thought I would live my life for the Sword Dao, but now, I no longer wish to pursue the sword.”

”Outrageous!” Feng Jiuling slammed the table vigorously, shattering it instantly, ”Feng Wuxiu, you were an orphan when I found you. I fed and housed you, and taught you cultivation. You’ve always been my pride, the senior brother of our Wan Jian Villa. In the future, we still depend on you for development. Now, you say you no longer pursue the sword and wish to leave just with a mere statement, is this how you repay my kindness?”

In fear and humbleness, Feng Wuxiu retrieved a storage ring that he obtained from a silkworm, holding it respectfully in his palm, ”Master, there should be some good items in this storage ring. Wuxiu has no way to repay, Mr. Ye gave it to me, and I now offer it to you, as a token of my regard.”

Feng Jiuling glanced at the storage ring, noticing the distinctive mark of the Ice Silkworm Sect on it, and did not accept: ”Hmph, won’t you settle thirty years of nurturing grace with just this token?”

”Master, Wuxiu dares not. This time, I brought Mr. Ye, hoping our Wan Jian Villa could establish favorable ties with Ye Guichen. Mr. Ye’s future is boundless. If we can connect with him, our Wan Jian Villa will absolutely soar to great heights!” Feng Wuxiu’s eyes shone with fervor, recounting the events at the Yin Ghost Sect without any concealment.

After listening, Feng Jiuling had a peculiar look.

”What did you say, the Ghost King? A powerhouse from the Chaos Sea, possibly a mighty one at the Divinity Transformation Realm?”

These words were extremely striking.

Even Dugu Yue’s eyes widened.

At the time Ye Guichen fought with the Ghost King, Dugu Yue was underground and not aware of what occurred on the surface.

But hearing now that Ye Guichen could capture someone who possibly possesses Divinity Transformation strength, it was unbelievable.

Divinity Transformation, in their understanding, such a person is akin to an Immortal, capable of moving mountains and filling seas with a wave of their hand.

Even the ancestor of their Wan Jian Villa might not be more significant than the size of a little finger.

”Are you sure of what you say?” Feng Jiuling abruptly grabbed Feng Wuxiu’s collar, staring straight into his eyes.

Feng Wuxiu nodded firmly: ”Master, this disciple speaks nothing but the truth. Although Mr. Ye’s current cultivation is not high, his unique talent will absolutely lead him to soar in no time. That’s why I brought Mr. Ye here, hoping that Wan Jian Villa can form favorable ties with him.”

Feng Jiuling fell silent.

He initially contemplated murder and plunder.

But now, he hesitated.

If what Feng Wuxiu said is true, even if they lured Ye Guichen into Wan Jian Villa, would they really be able to kill him?

Dugu Yue also hadn’t expected such developments.

But if Ye Guichen isn’t killed, he will surely become an obstacle.

With eyes flickering, Dugu Yue deeply frowned, suddenly raised his head: ”Master, if this person is truly that terrifying, why don’t we advance by retreating?”

Feng Jiuling was puzzled: ”What does it mean to advance by retreating?”