My Silly, Sweet Wife

Chapter 1428 - 1350: Something Underground (Part 2)

Moreover, even if a Spiritual Artifact were to slash at Ye Guichen’s head, it likely wouldn’t leave a single mark.

So, in a sense, Ye Guichen is nearly becoming an immortal Jingang.

Ye Guichen charged in with a smile, leaving the people of the Yin Ghost Sect bewildered one by one.

However, when they discovered that each companion Ye Guichen touched would topple over like paper, they finally realized something was wrong.

Even the Yin Ghost Sect’s Sect Master felt weak in the limbs and had goosebumps.

What kind of formidable opponent had they encountered?

"Retreat quickly!" The Sect Master of the Yin Ghost Sect shouted, disregarding everything else as he transformed into a gust of wind to escape.

But being targeted by Ye Guichen, could he really escape so easily?

"Heh heh, it won’t be easy to leave!"

Ye Guichen grinned and lifted a hand: "Heavenly Thunder!"

Boom!

A bolt of heavenly thunder descended, striking directly atop the Yin Ghost Sect’s Sect Master.

In an instant!

The Sect Master of the Yin Ghost Sect turned to ashes and vanished.

The dense Yin energies scattered rapidly like a deflated balloon.

Ye Guichen didn’t want to miss this opportunity and swiftly summoned the Jiuyou Tower with a loud shout: "Absorb!"

The Jiuyou Tower, like a vortex, furiously sucked in the Yin energies.

The Yin energies frantically entered the Jiuyou Tower.

As the Yin energies were absorbed by the Jiuyou Tower, it became less ethereal, increasingly becoming solid.

This process lasted for three whole days and nights.

During these three days and nights, Ye Guichen stood motionless like a statue.

Little Black wasn’t idle either; like a sticky dog skin plaster, it began frantically chasing the disciples of the Yin Ghost Sect.

All disciples of the Yin Ghost Sect became neurotic, trembling uncontrollably at the sound of barking.

On the second day, the Yin energies of Hefeng Valley were mostly devoured by the Dragon Soul.

The once gloomy sky gradually became clear.

All soldiers felt extremely complex emotions.

A strange thought suddenly came to them.

It seemed as though as long as Ye Guichen was around, there was nothing in the world he couldn’t resolve.

Originally, they had concerns about this journey to the North Desolate, but now, each one felt as if they were on a leisure trip, utterly relaxed.

Three days later, Little Black returned to the Jiuyou Tower.

Ye Guichen had nearly refined all the Yin energies.

However, during the refining process, Ye Guichen also learned of Sect Master Gui Jianchou’s intentions.

Among the million Yin Souls, nearly half remained hidden.

Those Yin Souls seemed deep underground.

According to Ye Guichen’s understanding, the Yin Souls hiding wasn’t simply due to fear of sunlight; there must be something underground attracting them, causing them to hide. No matter what Gui Jianchou tried, he couldn’t lure those Yin Souls out.

That’s why he thought of using the blood sacrifice of a hundred thousand souls to try and lure them.

With so many Yin Souls, letting them go would be quite a pity.

After contemplating, Ye Guichen decided to let Chen Liangce and the others move forward with a hundred thousand souls, as it would take more than ten days to reach the North Desolate Border.

Ye Guichen’s speed was certainly much faster than theirs.

When the time comes, Ye Guichen will catch up.

Though Chen Liangce and the others didn’t know Ye Guichen’s intentions, they thought about leaving some people to assist him, which Ye Guichen refused.

Ye Guichen felt this was an opportunity in front of him.

Who knows, maybe there’s a treasure under Hefeng Valley.

Thinking this way, Ye Guichen naturally didn’t want anyone holding him back.

After sending everyone away, Ye Guichen only retrieved the Dragon Soul, but didn’t retrieve Gui Tuo, Yan Fang, or Little Black.

Moreover, under Ye Guichen’s guidance, Little Black didn’t go on a killing spree against the Yin Ghost Sect.

Arriving at the underground hall where the Yin Ghost Sect resided, Ye Guichen sat on the enormous stone chair where Gui Jianchou had sat, with ten or so members of the Yin Ghost Sect kneeling below.

Aside from these dozen people, the rest of the Yin Ghost Sect was utterly destroyed.

Gui Tuo and Yan Fang stood on Ye Guichen’s sides, while Little Black lay at Ye Guichen’s feet, yawning lazily.

"Tell me everything you know about this place." Ye Guichen spoke: "Of course, if you can’t provide valuable information, I don’t mind slaughtering you all. Oh, you should know, my little dog loves to eat members of the Yin Ghost Sect."

The people of Yin Ghost Sect were terrified, begging for mercy rapidly.

"Senior, senior, are you also seeking those fifty thousand Yin Souls?" Amidst the chaos, one person looked eagerly at Ye Guichen.

Ye Guichen glanced at the person, his appearance withered, seemingly over ninety years old, a shriveled old man.

Lightly beckoning.

The old man crawled to Ye Guichen, a fawning smile on his face.

"What’s your name?" Ye Guichen asked.

The old man dared not refuse: "My name is Yang Buxiu, Deputy Sect Master of Yin Ghost Sect. Heh heh, I know everything about the Sect Master, and have warned him before. Obtaining those fifty thousand Yin Souls isn’t easy, but he didn’t listen. When he heard of your arrival, he insisted on opposing you. I advised him not to provoke you easily, but what happened in the end? It was self-inflicted humiliation."

Ye Guichen grew interested: "So, by your words, you knew I would defeat your Sect Master?"

"Of course, Senior’s cultivation is unrivaled, and you raise Ghost Beasts, naturally not something we can handle." Yang Buxiu flattered Ye Guichen endlessly.

Ye Guichen listened comfortably, playfully: "Heh heh, since you have such foresight, tell me what you know. If what you know isn’t valuable, I don’t mind sending you to meet Gui Jianchou."

Yang Buxiu shivered, quickly said: "Senior, I won’t hide, there’s a ghost lair beneath Hefeng Valley."

"Ghost lair?"

"Yes, yes, years ago, although hundreds of thousands died, normally souls either go to the Underworld or become wandering spirits. Yet those million Yin Souls didn’t leave Hefeng Valley but all remained.

"When we came here, it felt odd, we tried investigating underground. But whenever we reached three hundred meters, people inexplicably lost consciousness, dying on the spot."

"After several attempts, regardless of the person’s strength, the only outcome reaching three hundred meters was death."

"With no choice, we established the Yin Ghost Sect here, concealing this matter."

"For this reason, we leveraged those fifty thousand Yin Souls, growing the Yin Ghost Sect. But the remaining fifty thousand Yin Souls remain a knot in our hearts. The Sect Master always wanted to refine them but never succeeded."

"I know even with the Blood Sacrifice Technique, the Sect Master couldn’t attract those fifty thousand Yin Souls, because there’s a ghost lair there, and if it can house fifty thousand Yin Souls and prevent a million from leaving, it may be the work of a ghost path expert who set up an array."

"Oddly, the Yin Ghost Sect has been here nearly a hundred years yet never saw the high-level being who set the array, so I suspect perhaps that expert set many Yin Summoning Array formations and forgot this one."

Ye Guichen frowned.

This theory, not impossible.

Experts are numerous in this world.

Immortals exist, let alone ghost path experts.

Old texts record ghost path experts often set up ghost path formations to cultivate, raising specters. Once mature, they harvest them.

After nurturing, specters often form Ghost Pills and the legendary ghost lair.

Where there’s a ghost lair, there’s a Ghost Pill.

Such Ghost Pills are treasured over a Golden Core.