My Silly, Sweet Wife

”Who are you people, and how did you manage to enter the Qianji Sect?” one of them suspiciously asked.

Regarding the Eight Diagram Compass of the Qianji Sect, only those proficient in the Thousand Mechanism Skill could decipher it. But in his impression, these three were not members of the Qianji Sect, so his vigilance immediately heightened.

Ye Guichen gazed at the two individuals, furrowing his eyebrows, realizing they had no vitality to them. Utilizing his Flame Eye in secret, he observed closely and discovered that countless mechanisms had already replaced their insides, causing a wave of shock in his heart.

”It seems the Qianji Sect is far more complex than I had imagined!” Ye Guichen thought to himself silently.

Ye Guichen stepped forward, politely clasping his hands and said, ”I, Ye Guichen, have come to see Junior Sister Wenya. I hope you can inform her.”

”What? You’re here to see that traitor Wenya?” Hearing Ye Guichen’s words, the two immediately tensed up, their voices rising in pitch as they looked at Ye Guichen’s group, taking a defensive stance.

Hearing the words of the two, Ye Guichen’s heart was already somewhat clear, it seemed Wenya had likely been secretly controlled by the Third Elder under the accusation of being a traitor.

”Tell us, who exactly are you? Are you sent by the Demon Clan to rescue that traitor Wenya?” the two aggressively questioned.

Seeing Ye Guichen and his companions daring to venture alone into the Qianji Sect, their confidence rose a bit.

The commotion at the entrance spread, and a handsome young man stepped forward, calmly emerging from the entrance, righteously asking the two, ”What is happening?”

”Senior Brother Chen Liu, these two are here looking for that traitor Wenya. We suspect he’s sent by the Demon Clan to rescue Wenya,” the two replied nervously.

Upon hearing their words, Chen Liu’s body involuntarily trembled slightly, his eyes revealing a sense of desolation, letting out a long sigh.

He then turned his gaze towards Ye Guichen.

”Ye Guichen?” Chen Liu, upon seeing Ye Guichen at the entrance, was secretly surprised that Ye Guichen had managed to find the Qianji Sect and crack the Eight Diagram Compass at the entrance. For a moment, he showed joy, but suddenly thought of something, his smile vanished, replaced by deep concern.

Ye Guichen, seeing Chen Liu at the entrance, couldn’t help but feel puzzled.

Wasn’t he with Wenya and the others? Since Wenya and Xiang Yun had been labeled as traitors, why was Chen Liu unscathed?

Ye Guichen suddenly realized that Chen Liu was a half-puppet, and his heart became clear, realizing Chen Liu still had value, so they hadn’t acted against him.

”Encountering Senior Brother Chen is truly fortunate,” Ye Guichen said with a smile, looking at Chen Liu before him.

The two, seeing Ye Guichen recognize Chen Liu, were momentarily at a loss, knowing that Wenya and Xiang Yun were already imprisoned in the dungeon, Chen Liu had become a Core Disciple with an extremely esteemed status.

”Senior Brother Chen, who is this person?” the two asked in shock upon seeing Chen Liu knew Ye Guichen.

”He’s my friend, not from the Demon Clan. Just leave him be,” Chen Liu waved his hand dismissively, decisively instructing the two.

”Ye Guichen, come with me,” Chen Liu said, furrowing his eyebrows, unable to hide his worried expression as he walked inside.

Ye Guichen and his companions, taking swift steps, followed Chen Liu into the Qianji Sect.

Once the two left, a person at the entrance quietly slipped inside.

Just upon entering the Qianji Sect, countless mechanisms lay scattered in the courtyard, while numerous wooden puppets stood upright, and some disciples were continuously practicing manipulating them. Clearly, these individuals’ levels were not very high, their handling of the wooden puppets seeming quite clumsy.

Chen Liu quickly led Ye Guichen to a pavilion.

The pavilion was quite spacious, about the size of two football fields.

Inside the pavilion, numerous servants were busily laboring. Seeing Chen Liu bring a young person into Tengyun Pavilion filled them with endless curiosity, for since Wenya’s imprisonment in the dungeon, Chen Liu had always come and gone alone. Now, bringing someone to his abode was indeed a spectacle.

Under the curious gazes of all, Ye Guichen and the trio entered the house. Chen Liu shut the door, rotated a stone on the wall 180 degrees, revealing a secret entrance to Ye Guichen.

Chen Liu stepped into the secret passage, Ye Guichen, seeing this, gestured to Zhu Biao and Wei Lin to wait outside and entered the secret passage himself.

As soon as Ye Guichen entered the passage, Chen Liu dropped to his knees in front of Ye Guichen, tears streaming down his face.

”Mr. Ye, please save Sister Wenya!” Chen Liu cried, covering his face.

”How is Wenya now?” Ye Guichen asked Chen Liu compassionately, stepping forward to help him up.

”Sister Wenya and I were originally waiting in the barren mountains for Mr. Ye, but the Third Elder somehow got word of this and secretly sent people to capture us back. He accused Sister Wenya and Senior Xiang Yun of being traitors and confined them in the dungeon, while I somehow avoided punishment from the Sect Leader and was made a Core Disciple,” Chen Liu admitted, anxious and full of questions.

Ye Guichen, seeing Chen Liu’s demeanor, mused that he didn’t yet realize he was already a half-puppet.

”Don’t worry, I will rescue Wenya,” Ye Guichen said, releasing a remnant soul from Jiuyou Tower. The soul swiftly dispersed, allowing Ye Guichen to immerse his mind and sense the surrounding environment.

In the Third Elder’s room.

A person, kneeling submissively before the Third Elder, reported what had occurred at the entrance—none other than the previous gatekeeper.

”Oh? You say that person came looking for Wenya?” the Third Elder asked suspiciously.

Upon hearing the Third Elder’s words, the figure nervously replied, ”Yes, he even claimed to be Ye Guichen, but he was taken to Chen Liu’s dwelling.”

”What?” The Third Elder stood up abruptly from his seat, shocked.

Kneeling on the floor, the gatekeeper, witnessing the Third Elder’s reaction, trembled, his form quivering uncontrollably.

Swiftly regaining composure, the Third Elder’s eyes darted cunningly like those of a fox, a vicious smirk forming at his lips.

”You dared come to the Qianji Sect; it’s like a sheep entering a tiger’s den. Last time you thwarted my plans in the Northern Wilderness, this time you will have no escape,” the Third Elder maliciously stated, a sinister and cunning demeanor on his face, seemingly already imagining Ye Guichen’s pleas before him.

”Someone, follow me to Tengyun Pavilion,” he announced. Immediately, a group gathered outside the Third Elder’s door, menacingly advancing towards Chen Liu’s Tengyun Pavilion.

At this moment, Ye Guichen was engrossed in locating Wenya, oblivious to the party marching toward Tengyun Pavilion.

”Third Elder, why have you come?” the pavilion steward humbly inquired.

”Tell me, where is Chen Liu?” someone beside the Third Elder grabbed the steward’s collar menacingly, demanding.

The steward, feeling the pressure at his neck, timidly pointed inside, gasping, ”Mr. Chen, he’s meditating inside.”

”Meditating? I suspect he’s harboring the Demon Clan and must be executed on the spot today,” the person arrogantly claimed, discarding the steward aside.

The group then strode toward Chen Liu’s room with a weighty, intimidating presence.

Meanwhile, Ye Guichen had already located where Wenya was imprisoned, preparing to scrutinize the situation shortly.