My Silly, Sweet Wife-Chapter 1087: Ye Guichen’s Thoughts

"Luo Shentong, we've known each other for some time, so I'll take these Spirit Stones. As for you, I won't kill you, but you won't survive long here. Take care of yourself!"

After speaking, without waiting for Luo Shentong to curse, he strapped on his backpack and quickly sped towards the Rebirth Cave of the Ghost Market.

Luo Shentong was full of despair.

He didn't even have the strength to curse Fang Tiancheng.

"Boss, if we had known earlier, we wouldn't have come to this damned place. It's not worth risking our lives!" At the moment of his confrontation with Gongyang Lang, Luo Shentong's heart sank to the bottom.

This was a master he had never seen before.

Ye Guichen, I'm afraid it's a dead end.

However, at this moment, Ye Guichen felt no worry at all.

He didn't even have the thought of resisting.

Ye Guichen knew little about the path of cultivation.

But if he could recruit Gongyang Lang, it would not only enhance his power but also allow him to learn more about the common knowledge of cultivation.

To others, Ye Guichen encountering Gongyang Lang might seem like bad luck, but Ye Guichen felt as if his luck had exploded. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

With a fighter like Gongyang Lang by his side, even at the Ghost Market, no one would dare to provoke him.

Gongyang Lang's speed was extremely fast; within breaths, he reached the highest point at the edge of Soul-breaking Valley.

The other side was a cliff.

Even Grandmasters who fell would undoubtedly turn to mush, a dead end.

Gongyang Lang extended one hand, lifting Ye Guichen to the cliff's edge, with a cold expression: "Kid, who exactly are you? How do you know there's a problem with my body, and how do you know I need something from the Ghost Market? Answer honestly; if you're wrong, I will immediately let go."

Ye Guichen looked at the cliff but was not in a hurry to answer. Instead, he said, "Mr. Gongyang, I can help you."

"You?" Gongyang Lang paused, then his face darkened: "Wrong answer."

As he spoke, he intended to let go.

Ye Guichen, however, smiled calmly: "Mr. Gongyang, if I die today, three months later, it will also be your death date. Rest assured, I can not only help you but give you more than you imagine."

Gongyang Lang originally just wanted to scare Ye Guichen. Seeing him so calm, he ultimately didn't let go.

Still, disbelief was written on his face: "Kid, there's not even a trace of Spiritual Energy in your body; you're not even a cultivator. How can you help me? Haha, boasting shamelessly. Crushing you is like crushing an ant—isn't your luck something you still count on?"

Ye Guichen shook his head: "Indeed, I am not a cultivator. My body doesn't harbor your Spiritual Energy, only Profound Energy. Perhaps to you, I am just a Martial Artist like an ant. But even if you're a cultivator, you are still human, and your body hasn't transcended. You still require food, and you can still get hurt."

At this moment, Ye Guichen suddenly paused.

Gongyang Lang froze, seemingly unbelieving that Ye Guichen knew he had been injured.

"Are you sent by him?" Gongyang Lang's face turned fearfully gloomy, his aura constantly rising.

Had Ye Guichen not been highly cultivated, an ordinary martial artist might have been terrified under Gongyang Lang's powerful aura.

Seeing his aura hadn't changed Ye Guichen's complexion, Gongyang Lang furrowed his brow deeper: "Speak!"

"I don't know who he is, but your reaction confirms my assumption. You've not only been injured, but the injury has reached its final stage. If your injuries can't be healed, you won't survive three months. Haha, Mr. Gongyang, am I right?"

Ye Guichen stared at Gongyang Lang.

For some reason, Gongyang Lang felt an inexplicable sense of guilt.

Previously, Gongyang Lang would have killed a jester like Ye Guichen without hesitation.

Indeed, in Gongyang Lang's eyes, Ye Guichen was merely a jester.

Yet, unexpectedly, Gongyang Lang found Ye Guichen different from anyone he had encountered before.

Those who knew of the Ghost Market weren't ordinary; many, like Jitian, were masters.

However, those people were still terrified at Gongyang Lang's presence, not daring to breathe.

Finally, Gongyang Lang's eyes flickered twice. Seeing Ye Guichen didn't appear to be lying, he flung his hand, gently tossing Ye Guichen back to the ground.

Ye Guichen rolled on the ground and stood up again.

Even so, cold sweat dripped down Ye Guichen's back.

The aura of a cultivator was absolutely unmatched by a martial artist.

Spiritual Energy?

Ye Guichen caught onto the implication of Gongyang Lang's words.

No wonder the powerful aura Gongyang Lang released earlier felt different from what he'd previously encountered.

A martial artist's body is driven by Profound Energy.

Whereas a cultivator is driven by Spiritual Energy.

Initially, Ye Guichen only sensed Gongyang Lang's unstable aura and didn't know he'd really been injured.

Based on years of experience, Ye Guichen was half guessing.

He was gambling.

In hindsight, Ye Guichen had won the gamble.

If Gongyang Lang hadn't immediately killed him, it was proof he'd already begun to believe Ye Guichen's words.

"Mr. Gongyang, your internal injuries are severe, even affecting your Dantian, greatly reducing your combat power during fights. But to mask any anomalies, each time you fight, you push the Spiritual Energy in your Dantian to its peak. However, this is deadly for your wounds, not only accelerating their worsening but further damaging your Dantian."

"Previously, after half an hour of battle, you might recover within three days. But now, even after a half-hour fight, it takes over a week without recovery."

Ye Guichen walked up to Gongyang Lang, gazing into his eyes.

Gongyang Lang's pupils slightly contracted: "How do you know?"

Inwardly shocked.

Now, Gongyang Lang no longer believed Ye Guichen was sent by his great enemy.

Because apart from himself, no one knew about the state of his Dantian.

Yet, this kid could speak it all at once.

There's only one possibility: he is a healer and might indeed have the power to save him.

Ye Guichen laughed.

"Because I am the Sect Leader of the Shennong Sect."

"Shennong Sect?" Gongyang Lang's eyes flashed with reminiscence, seeming to remember after a while: "The Shennong Sect you mention should have been destroyed, right? Haha, besides, in earlier years the Shennong Sect certainly had some skills, yet they could only aid ordinary martial artists, having no power over us cultivators. Moreover, even if you're the Sect Leader of the Shennong Sect, so what? You're not even a cultivator yourself, so even if you've noticed something about me, there's nothing you can do; Dantian damage is irreversible. And you, even as a higher-level cultivator, would only be at a loss."

Speaking of which, Gongyang Lang's expression turned somewhat despondent, though his tone had softened from before.

Ye Guichen revealing his condition was enough to prove Ye Guichen's skill.

Someone like him was remarkable no matter where they were.

That's why, even if Ye Guichen wasn't a cultivator, he was worthy of respect.