My Silly, Sweet Wife-Chapter 979: Witchcraft and Gu Arts Originated from Daliang

Lonely smoke in the Great Desert, yellow sand stretches for thousands of miles.

Within the vast desert, there are its own stories.

And hidden stories are also unfolding in the Great Cold Mountain.

With Sun Erniang's attitude change, the matters that followed became much more smooth.

Ye Guichen didn't stay long, only lingered for one night before hitting the road again.

With Xuanyuan Wudi, the Great Ming King, and the Wolf King leading the way, getting out of the desert wasn't difficult.

It only took one day for Ye Guichen and his companions to leave the desert.

What met their eyes was desolation, not even a hint of human presence, barren, starkly contrasting with the bustling city.

However, Ye Guichen was surprised to find the spiritual energy here seemed significantly more concentrated.

Perhaps those below the Martial Arts Grandmaster cannot feel the so-called spiritual energy, but Ye Guichen now can clearly sense its fluctuations, even his breathing feels much fresher.

Unconsciously, he activated the Evergreen Technique, as if a continuous stream of energy was flowing into his body.

"Wei Donglin, it's up to you to decide our path from here!" Wei Donglin had been tossed onto the wolf's back, exhausted along the journey, parched lips, lifeless eyes, looking half-dead.

Originally, Wei Donglin expected that once they reached the Great Cold Mountain, he could make sure Ye Guichen was buried with no trace, but after all the torment, he just wanted to leave this demon Ye Guichen at once.

"Give, give me a sip of water, then I'll talk!" Wei Donglin weakly pleaded, while the Wei Yuting on his back had already begun to rot, emitting a stench.

No mercy was shown by Ye Guichen for someone like him, and seeing him ask for water, he sneered: "As long as you aren't dead, just make do for now."

"Ye Guichen, don't think that your skills and understanding of spells make you a match for the Eternal Life Hall, haha, the Hall Master is the true god under the heavens, you'll find only a dead end!" Wei Donglin attempted to speak tough words, but was slapped directly by Xuanyuan Wudi.

Xuanyuan Wudi had also learned that the current Hall Master of the Eternal Life Hall was reputed to be the Son of Nether Emperor.

If he hadn't encountered Ye Guichen, Xuanyuan Wudi might have believed this rumor.

But having witnessed Ye Guichen's skills, Xuanyuan Wudi was convinced Ye Guichen was indeed the Son of Nether Emperor. Seeing Wei Donglin so arrogant at this moment, he showed no courtesy.

"Shut your mouth! Hmph, the Eternal Life Hall is nothing but a mob to me. If you don't quickly lead the way, I can make you wish you were dead right now!"

Xuanyuan Wudi, having lived many years, had not found his temperament to become one bit calmer, instead growing exceedingly impatient.

Given that they're leveraging the Son of Nether Emperor title, they likely have some connection with the Seven Kings.

Xuanyuan Wudi now couldn't wait to find and confront the one in question, and if possible, kill him with his own hands to vent his anger.

Clearly, Wei Donglin feared Xuanyuan Wudi tremendously. Hearing this, he shrank his neck: "Hmph, let's see how long you can be arrogant. Once you enter the Great Cold Mountain, it's the territory of the Eternal Life Hall. Then you'll be begging on your knees at my feet!"

Full of venom, seemingly not afraid of Ye Guichen taking his life.

After all, the Great Cold Mountain was too concealed, and even if one finds it, without a guide, they would soon be lost and unable to find their way out.

Wei Donglin was now utterly fearless.

Seeing Wei Donglin's arrogance, Xuanyuan Wudi grabbed him with one hand and Wei Yuting's stench-emitting corpse with the other, tossing them forward: "Eat!"

The gray wolf let out a low growl, tilted its head back, and devoured Wei Yuting's corpse.

Wei Donglin seemed to go mad instantly: "Ahhhh, Yuting, Yuting! I'll make you wish you were dead, I promise to make you wish you were dead!"

Xuanyuan Wudi ignored Wei Donglin's frenzy: "Lead the way at once!"

Ye Guichen twitched his lips, surprised at Xuanyuan Wudi's intensity, gesturing towards the gray wolf: "Aren't you afraid it will get an upset stomach?"

"Young Master, don't worry, it's the Wolf King, its digestive system is excellent, it's perfectly fine." Xuanyuan Wudi replied earnestly.

Ye Guichen was speechless.

I was just joking, but you took it seriously.

As for Luo Huasheng and Gongsun Fengying, it felt like they were just bystanders, unable to join the conversation.

Along the way, they've gained certain understanding of this old fellow.

In summary, in two words: awesome! 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Not only a master of spells, but also deeply versed in sorcery and poison skills, even though his leg was lame and his eyesight gone, a Martial Arts Grandmaster wouldn't stand a chance against him.

More than that, he had a mind-blowing title: Great Ming King!

This Xuanyuan Wudi was an elder among elders, so superior that even Martial Arts Grandmasters were nothing to him. For people like them, they weren't even worthy of being called subordinates, so before Xuanyuan Wudi, neither Gongsun Fengying nor Luo Huasheng dared to breathe.

What's crucial is that this mind-blowing old man kept calling Ye Guichen 'Young Master,' with utmost humility, obeying Ye Guichen's every command without batting an eye.

They dared not ask, but having heard a lot along the way, they vaguely picked up two words: Hidden Sect, Nether Emperor.

Gongsun Fengying and Luo Huasheng were not familiar with these names, hadn't even heard them, but they were sure the Hidden Sect Nether Emperor was an extremely terrifying existence.

"Who exactly is Ye Guichen?" Gongsun Fengying occasionally glanced at Luo Huasheng, as if asking.

Luo Huasheng simply shrugged, indicating lack of knowledge.

In this intriguing atmosphere, the group headed towards the Great Cold Mountain.

Meanwhile, at the foot of the Great Cold Mountain.

Huang Fuqi and Yang Hongfu had also arrived.

"Master Yang!" Huang Fuqi, knowing Yang Hongfu was Zhang Chonglou's top disciple, was extremely courteous: "Trouble you this time, Master Yang!"

Yang Hongzhi replied in kind, solemnly: "No need for formality, Twelve Grand Protector, have Brother Ye and his companions arrived yet?"

Huang Fuqi always harbored doubts about Ye Guichen, given that the outside world spoke of him so exaggeratedly.

At Ye Guichen's age, reaching Martial Arts Grandmaster is already an extraordinary talent, a genius among geniuses, yet the rumors suggested Ye Guichen could even slay Martial Arts Grandmasters.

Could he be like Lord Military God, a Great Grandmaster?

Pure nonsense, surely?

Yet Lord Military God also demanded Ye Guichen accompany them to the Great Cold Mountain. Although Huang Fuqi was somewhat unhappy, he had to comply.

"The appointed time should be near; I heard they were first meeting with the Su Family of Sunan before coming over, so they should be here in a day or two." Huang Fuqi explained while gazing towards the Great Cold Mountain: "Master Yang, how much do you know about this Great Cold Mountain?"

Yang Hongfu still wore a Taoist robe, but this time carried visibly more equipment, including three backpacks.

He even had two wooden swords and a steel sword on his back, with a coil of red hemp rope at his waist, evidently aware of the perilousness of the Great Cold Mountain.

Upon hearing Huang Fuqi's words, Yang Hongfu took a long breath and said quietly: "There's a saying in our Taoism, the world's Taoists come from Wudang, sorcery and poison skills originate from the Great Cold Mountain. This Great Cold Mountain is the birthplace of sorcery, its dangers are something the Twelve Grand Protector undoubtedly knows more about than I do."