My Silly, Sweet Wife

Upon hearing Haotian’s words, the two dared not stay a moment longer. Remaining here already carried unknown risks, and now that there was a chance to leave, they seized the opportunity like being granted a pardon and swiftly ran off with their tails between their legs.

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After dealing with the four, Ye Guichen did not continue to explore forward, but instead immersed his mind, directly entering the Jiuyou Tower.

After using two strands of Jiuyou flame, the original Jiuyou flame Ye Guichen consolidated had been exhausted. Given the looming crisis ahead, Ye Guichen felt that having more life-saving methods was better, so he didn’t rush to move forward but intended to intensify the refining of the Jiuyou flame.

Ye Guichen spent an entire half day completely refining the lingering souls within the Jiuyou Tower.

Five streams of ghostly blue flames danced before Ye Guichen, exuding a terrifying power.

Looking at the Jiuyou flame in front of him, a thought surfaced in Ye Guichen’s mind: since a single Jiuyou flame’s power is so terrifying, what kind of power would result if I fused two Jiuyou flames together?

As he spoke, Ye Guichen grasped two Jiuyou flames in each hand, ready to fuse them.

”Kid, do you want to blow us all up!” A childish voice came from afar.

Upon hearing the voice, Ye Guichen stopped his actions.

Looking into the distance, he saw the Holy Infant sitting on the Ghost King, gazing at Ye Guichen with a cold arrogance.

The Ghost King beneath the Holy Infant evidently also noticed Ye Guichen, but upon seeing his current state, he immediately turned his head away, not wanting Ye Guichen to see his wretched appearance.

It’s important to know that he himself was once comparable to a Divinity Transformation Realm powerhouse! Yet now he had fallen to the point of being a mount for someone. He was deeply depressed but was simply no match for the Holy Infant. Any resistance would lead to a beating, and he truly felt a bitter sense of helplessness.

”The Jiuyou flame in your hands are already extremely hot objects. With your current power trying to fuse them, I’m afraid the moment you touch them, all creatures within the Jiuyou Tower would cease to exist,” said the Holy Infant, looking at Ye Guichen with annoyance.

”In order to fuse the Jiuyou flames, you need not only precise control but also to find the core flame within them. Otherwise, all that awaits you is endless destruction, and... well, given your current cultivation, achieving these feats is mere wishful thinking.” Seeing Ye Guichen’s Nascent Soul Realm level, the Holy Infant concluded that further words were futile and stopped talking.

Upon hearing the Holy Infant’s words, Ye Guichen was evidently surprised that the Jiuyou flame in his hand could indeed be fused. However, realizing it required precise control and spiritual power, Ye Guichen decided not to think further about it. After all, his life was of utmost importance, and he dared not joke around with it.

Seeing the Holy Infant reminded Ye Guichen of the punch he delivered against the four beasts, prompting him to ask the Holy Infant the question in his heart.

”Hey, what do you think of this sword strike!” Ye Guichen directly drew the Immortal Slayer Sword.

Gently brushing the sword’s body with both hands, he closed his eyes to carefully sense the perception the Immortal Slayer Sword conveyed to him. Gathering his vitality into his hands, he struck forward with a fierce slash. An azure-white sword light swept forward, as if obliterating everything in its path.

”This... Mr. Ye, I didn’t expect your swordsmanship to improve so much in such a short time!” exclaimed the Ghost King beneath the Holy Infant upon witnessing Ye Guichen’s strike.

With just the power of this strike, the Ghost King believed even he would have no choice but to flee if faced with it.

”Hmph, this strike only shows minor improvement over before, but it’s still far from matching my senior brother.” The unfeeling voice of the Holy Infant came down from above.

”Hmm?” Ye Guichen was puzzled by the Holy Infant’s words, deep in thought about what he still lacked.

Though externally the Holy Infant appeared calm and indifferent, a storm had already been stirred within, deeply impressed by Ye Guichen’s sword strike.

”To think he could, in such a short time, combine focus and blood vitality into one. Such rapid progress; even my senior brother might not have matched it back then.”

”Yet he’s still missing the most important thing. But after all, he hasn’t experienced the critical life-and-death battles that would truly unlock his potential. I believe once he undergoes those trials, his Sword Intent will reach a whole new level,” the Holy Infant thought to himself.

”Kid, I advise you to stop thinking about it. Sword Dao cultivation isn’t something mastered overnight; it requires opportunity after opportunity. Instead, during this time, you’d better focus on advancing your mediocre level. That Demon Clan’s Young Master isn’t as simple as he seems,” the Holy Infant kindly advised.

Hearing the Holy Infant’s words, Ye Guichen stopped obsessing over understanding his realm.

Indeed, as the Holy Infant said, his current level had been stagnant, focused too much on various techniques while forgetting that a cultivator’s foundation lies in their realm. Without True Qi to support it, techniques remain no more than appearances.

Thinking of this, Ye Guichen sat cross-legged, calling forth the spring of life he absorbed in the Barbarian Land.

Feeling the life force surging through his entire body, Ye Guichen felt serene, circulating his cultivation technique to continuously absorb this life essence within.

As time passed, Ye Guichen gradually absorbed all the life essence within him. As a result, he broke through to the fourth level of the Nascent Soul Realm, showing just how formidable the life force within Ye Guichen truly was.