My Silly, Sweet Wife

Accompanied by sharp cries, the sword in Ye Guichen’s hand sliced through the tree spirit with frantic precision, as if chopping vegetables.

Finally, the tree spirit seemed to sense danger and let out a roar.

The entire tree spirit appeared as if it had exploded.

A fist-sized orb of light emerged from within the tree spirit.

The orb swiftly fled into the distance.

”A Nascent Soul, it’s the tree spirit’s Nascent Soul!” Zuo Qiuyun was utterly astonished.

He hadn’t expected Ye Guichen to truly defeat the tree spirit.

Now seeing that orb, Zuo Qiuyun could no longer hold back his exclamation.

Ye Guichen had been prepared, and the Jiuyou Tower emerged in response, directly enveloping the Nascent Soul.

The Nascent Soul, having been covered by the Jiuyou Tower, initially wanted to escape.

But the Nascent Soul seemed as ghostly as ever, lacking even the slightest ability to escape from the Jiuyou Tower.

Soon, the tree spirit’s Nascent Soul was imprisoned by Ye Guichen using the Jiuyou Tower.

Ye Guichen quietly observed the tree spirit’s Nascent Soul and noticed it resembled a seed, though only the size of a fist, it had limbs and appeared as if, with time, it could transform into a human-like form.

The tree spirit’s Nascent Soul seemed taken aback by its capture by Ye Guichen.

It looked around its surroundings in panic, furiously crashing against its prison cell.

But to no avail.

No matter how the Nascent Soul’s body collided, it couldn’t break open the cage.

Moreover, with chains directly inserted into the Nascent Soul’s body, it surprisingly lacked any possibility of self-destructing.

After ensuring the Nascent Soul wouldn’t cause him trouble, Ye Guichen withdrew his focus and fell onto Mu Yuli who stood before him.

Mu Yuli now appeared incredibly disheveled, yet she hadn’t died and looked blankly at Ye Guichen, suddenly kneeling with a thud before him: ”Thank you for saving my life!”

”Thank me?” Ye Guichen was stunned.

You’re a part of the tree spirit; why are you thanking me now?

”What do you mean?” Ye Guichen asked seriously.

Without hiding anything, Mu Yuli explained through tears the events that had transpired.

It turned out Mu Yuli wasn’t staying there willingly.

Her husband was a merchant; years ago he took her around to do business, but ten years ago they arrived at Taihe Town only for her husband to offend a junior of the Song Family and be thrown into the Spirit Stone mine.

Having cried out helplessly, Mu Yuli quietly followed the steward to the Spirit Stone mine, intending to rescue her husband.

The steward, of course, was Feng Shaoshan.

Unexpectedly, the Song Family’s guards were tight, and they soon discovered them.

The two fled in panic and inadvertently fell into an underground dark river only to be captured by the tree spirit.

From then on, Mu Yuli and Feng Shaoshan were imprisoned by the tree spirit and used as puppet slaves.

This was why Mu Yuli and Feng Shaoshan were forced to harm and kill others.

Even the tree spirit injected sap into their bodies, and if they didn’t return every so often, their bodies would become ice-cold, and the pain was as unbearably torturous as being devoured by a hundred ants.

But after consuming the sap, the pain disappeared.

Thus, the two were continually controlled.

Now that the tree spirit was dead, the curses it had placed within them naturally vanished.

”So there’s a story like that!” Ye Guichen sighed: ”Did you find your husband?”

”He was just a merchant and didn’t have advanced cultivation; he had long died beneath the mine, becoming one of countless corpses.” Mu Yuli cried again.

Ye Guichen, having achieved his goals, glanced at Feng Shaoshan.

Feng Shaoshan’s body had been severed in half, but due to interrupted restoration by the tree spirit, now that the tree spirit was dead, blood flowed from his broken body, indicating that he wouldn’t survive.

”What do you plan to do?” Ye Guichen didn’t wish to linger, asked gently, and naturally didn’t have the intention of killing Mu Yuli.

This woman was also pitiful; killing her was utterly unnecessary.

”May I follow you?” Mu Yuli bowed her head, her demeanor alluring.

Seemingly worried Ye Guichen would misunderstand, Mu Yuli quickly explained: ”I know you are righteous and your cultivation profound. I don’t dare hope to become anything to you. Rest assured, though I have the title of wife, I didn’t possess the reality of it. Even if you want me... want me at night, I... I wouldn’t refuse.”

Ye Guichen was momentarily taken aback by her words.

Here was a woman once wooed by countless men at Xianhe Villa now begging submissively before him, willing to sleep beside him—how ironic would it be if those men knew?

Ye Guichen certainly didn’t want to carry such a burden like Mu Yuli, no matter her beauty, she had nothing to do with him.

”Everyone has their own fate; moreover, following me holds no meaning. Now that it’s over, I should leave!” Ye Guichen put away the Earthly Branches Twelve Puppets and Gui Yi, turning to depart without hesitation.

Mu Yuli, seeing this, felt desolate sadness, sighed mournfully, and turned towards the underground dark river.

Though Ye Guichen left, his senses remained sharp.

In the moment when Mu Yuli turned to the river, Ye Guichen had already noticed.

He hadn’t expected Mu Yuli to be driven to such despair.

Ye Guichen realized earlier that Mu Yuli, without the support of the tree spirit, was now merely a normal person.