My Silly, Sweet Wife

"Red snow flies, and Tingxue is buried!"

"Red snow flies, and Tingxue is buried!"

Seeing those scarlet snowflakes filling the sky, Yu Wen Dou could no longer restrain the surge in his heart. Like a madman, his whole body turned into a streak of flowing light and shot straight toward Tingxue Pavilion.

"Aaah—my Tingxue Pavilion has no feud with you, no hatred with you, so why slaughter my Tingxue Pavilion!"

Snowflakes swirling around both his hands, even the red snow in midair seemed to turn into weapons in his grasp, sweeping crazily toward the forces besieging Tingxue Pavilion.

All around Tingxue Pavilion, at this moment, dense masses of Ghost Cultivators and Corpse Cultivators had gathered.

Those Ghost Cultivators each summoned countless Yin Souls.

The whole Tingxue Pavilion had become a living hell on earth, filled with ceaseless wails of ghosts and howls of wolves.

The Corpse Cultivators were even more ruthless: as soon as they killed a Tingxue Pavilion disciple, they immediately pushed their corpse-controlling methods, turning the body into a puppet to attack the disciples of Tingxue Pavilion.

Seeing their own comrades actually attacking them, all the disciples of Tingxue Pavilion felt their hair stand on end.

The will to fight in their hearts had already crumbled; they thought only of retreating.

At this time, inside the central main hall of Tingxue Pavilion.

Only just over a hundred remaining disciples were left blocking the doorway, and those Corpse Cultivators and Ghost Cultivators were pressing in step by step.

Behind those disciples stood a dignified, richly dressed woman.

The woman looked forty to fifty years old, with light makeup on her face. Her brows were tightly knitted as she coldly fixed her gaze on those Ghost Cultivators and Corpse Cultivators.

This woman was none other than Yu Wenxuan's mother, Liu Rushi.

Liu Rushi and Yu Wenxuan's father, Yu Wen Dou, were objects of envy for many.

Back then, the two had been senior and junior fellow disciples; later they married, one becoming Pavilion Master of Tingxue Pavilion, the other becoming Pavilion Master's Wife.

Only it was a pity that this immortal couple gave birth to a daughter with a congenital cold illness.

To cure the cold illness in Yu Wenxuan's body, over the years they had spared no effort, even going to countless places, yet there had never been any effect.

This time, after hearing that the Life Spring might offer a sliver of hope, Yu Wen Dou personally led Yu Wenxuan to seek the Life Spring, leaving Tingxue Pavilion in Liu Rushi's care.

At last they did not disappoint: the Life Spring truly cured Yu Wenxuan.

Yu Wen Dou was ecstatic, thinking that once he returned to Tingxue Pavilion, he could share this earthshaking good news with Liu Rushi.

He had never imagined that Tingxue Pavilion would suffer a massacre instead.

"Master's wife, what do we do?"

"We can't hold on much longer!"

"Master's wife, I don't want to die!"

The disciples standing in front of Liu Rushi all had cold sweat streaming down their foreheads.

Yet watching their comrades turn into walking corpses—many of them even their closest friends—this feeling was truly unbearable.

They would rather die than become something like that.

"Master's wife, why don't you kill us— we don't want to turn into those neither-human-nor-ghost abominations!"

At last a disciple couldn't withstand the crushing terror and collapsed to his knees.

Liu Rushi, too, felt despair.

She slowly closed her eyes and raised a weapon in her hand.

It was a disk, the most powerful Spiritual Artifact in all of Tingxue Pavilion, known as the Ten Thousand Dharma Wheel.

As long as the Ten Thousand Dharma Wheel was activated, it could trigger changes in heaven and earth, dropping the air temperature over all of Tingxue Pavilion to more than thirty degrees below zero.

By then, that frigid air would sweep directly over them, freezing them solid and turning them into the dead.

At last she couldn't hold back, and two lines of clear tears slid from her eyes. Liu Rushi let out a long sigh: "Xuanxuan, Senior Brother Yu Wen, perhaps I'll never again have the chance to see you, but even if I die, I will never bow! If there is a next life, I'll still be your wife…"

With that, she suddenly flung the Ten Thousand Dharma Wheel in her hand up into the air.

The Ten Thousand Dharma Wheel, as if controlled by an invisible hand, spun rapidly up into the sky, emitting a low humming sound.

In just a few seconds, the surrounding temperature began to plummet.

The snowflakes also started to freeze.

And the corpses charging at the front were like being flash-frozen; they lunged forward, then quickly shattered into countless fragments.

All the disciples knew they had no hope of survival. One by one they lifted their heads to gaze up at the Ten Thousand Dharma Wheel, waiting only for death.

Right at this moment, an enraged roar came from afar: "Rushi, I'm back!"

The snowflakes filling the sky shot toward those Ghost Cultivators, Corpse Cultivators, and puppets like bullets.

The weapons formed by these snowflakes could still inflict some damage on Corpse Cultivators, but against Ghost Cultivators they were almost useless.

Especially against those myriad Yin Souls: the snowflakes passed straight through their bodies, almost without the slightest effect.

Yu Wen Dou was eager to rush home; at this moment, regardless of how many he could kill, he thought only of charging forward.

In almost the blink of an eye, Yu Wen Dou had broken through layer upon layer of encirclement and arrived in front of Liu Rushi.

At the same time, he flicked his hand, summoning the Ten Thousand Dharma Wheel back.

"Senior Brother, you… you came back?" Liu Rushi's eyes reddened when she saw Yu Wen Dou. "What use is it for you to come back now? If only you'd been two days later!"

In Liu Rushi's eyes, wasn't Yu Wen Dou just returning now to throw his life away?

As soon as Liu Rushi thought of Yu Wenxuan, she tensed up at once. "Right, where's Xuan'er? She… she didn't come back, did she?"

"She's back. Not only is Xuan'er back, Mr. Ye is here too." Yu Wen Dou frowned and looked into the distance.

"Mr. Ye?" Liu Rushi was completely puzzled.

Yu Wen Dou didn't explain further. Instead, he stepped in front of all the Tingxue Pavilion Disciples and said to the Corpse Cultivators and Ghost Cultivators, "If you lot get lost right now, you might still have a sliver of a chance. Otherwise, you're staying here forever—no grave, no burial, only annihilation!"

"Heh heh, just you people?" How could those Ghost Cultivators and Corpse Cultivators possibly believe Yu Wen Dou's words?

To them, Yu Wen Dou was already a dying man, babbling nonsense.

But right at that moment, a sound like an earthquake suddenly came from behind them, and the entire ground—Luoxue Mountain itself—began to tremble.

Even the snow that had piled up for over a hundred years on the summit began to collapse.

"What's going on?" Everyone froze.

They had no idea why an earthquake would suddenly happen.

Yu Wen Dou knew Ye Guichen had made his move and smiled in relief. "Quick, all Disciples of Tingxue Pavilion, hear my command—hold back the avalanche! We cannot let the avalanche destroy the foundation that Tingxue Pavilion has built over hundreds of years!"

They didn't understand what Yu Wen Dou meant, but his return gave the few remaining Disciples immense hope.

They spun around and rapidly unleashed various Divine Skills and spells to resist the avalanching snow, turning it into meltwater that flowed down instead.

The Ghost Cultivators and Corpse Cultivators didn't understand what was happening at first either, but they soon sensed something was wrong.

The Ghost Cultivators were still alright; their losses didn't seem too severe. But tens of thousands of Corpse Cultivators' severed limbs suddenly began flying through the sky.

Some Corpse Cultivators down the mountain had their bodies torn clean in half and thrown uphill.

As the rumbling grew closer and closer, they finally realized the source of the problem.

It turned out to be many towering, burly barbarians.

"How could barbarians appear here?"

"How is this possible? How can there be this many barbarians?"

Over ten thousand barbarians, dealing with those Corpse Cultivators like they were little children.

Corpse Cultivators might know the Art of Controlling Corpses, but in front of these barbarians, they couldn't even bring it to bear.

Before they could move, the barbarians roughly tore them in half and tossed them aside.

Facing the barbarians, the tens of thousands of Corpse Cultivators were completely routed.

"Move! What are you all standing there for? Attack, now!" As the Corpse Cultivators retreated, they shouted at the Ghost Cultivators.

The Ghost Cultivators had no choice but to control Yin Souls to attack the barbarians.

But before those Yin Souls could get close to the barbarians, a three-headed black dog the size of a small building suddenly appeared.

The black dog opened its maw in a sudden snap, and those countless Yin Souls seemed to be sucked in by some terrifying force, all swallowed in one gulp.

"Such trivial tricks, and you think you can act arrogant in front of me?" The Ghost King also rushed forward. With a swing of the black flag in his hand, the Ghost Cultivators let out shrill screams as their souls exploded one after another, dying on the spot.

The once-arrogant Ghost Cultivators and Corpse Cultivators were now being crushed in a one-sided rout.

Yet Little Black and the Ghost King were having the time of their lives.

Ye Guichen also issued a direct order: not a single living enemy was to be left.

And so, all the Corpse Cultivators were ripped clean in half.

As for the Ghost Cultivators, Little Black and the Ghost King pinned them to the ground and beat them savagely.

The battle at Tingxue Pavilion raged on for a whole day and night.

By the time the sun rose the next morning, Tingxue Pavilion was littered with severed limbs, and every Ghost Cultivator had died a violent death. Not a single one was left alive.

The barbarians, after all, were not made of iron.

Though they were brave and fierce, hundreds of them were injured.

Some had been gravely wounded and looked like they were on the verge of death.

Ye Guichen naturally wouldn't just watch them die.

These barbarians were all his precious assets.

Ye Guichen was like a walking medical kit, quickly shuttling among the barbarians, constantly circulating the Yi Wood Evergreen Art and working in tandem with the Life Spring to repair the bodies of the injured barbarians.

The result was remarkable: thanks to the nourishment from the Life Spring, once the injured barbarians' wounds healed, both their strength and intelligence actually rose another level.

In the end, the barbarians forcibly achieved zero casualties while completely wiping out all the Corpse Cultivators and Ghost Cultivators.

The surviving members of Tingxue Pavilion were dumbstruck by what they saw.

Watching the coordination between Ye Guichen and the barbarians, each of them felt as if a storm were raging in their hearts.

Was this… was this what they called troops sent by heaven itself?

"Senior Brother, that young man there, is he the Mr. Ye you mentioned?" Liu Rushi looked at Ye Guichen, unable to hide the excitement in her voice.

Yu Wen Dou hadn't expected Ye Guichen and the barbarians' combat strength to be so terrifying.

He didn't even doubt that if these barbarians were to attack Tingxue Pavilion, then no matter how powerful the Array and spell arts were, in front of these barbarians they would be utterly fragile.

This power was simply too frightening.

"Yes, he… he is Mr. Ye." Yu Wen Dou's wandering thoughts returned, and he muttered, "I originally wanted to match him with our Xuan'er, but now I suddenly feel as if all that effort might have been in vain."

Liu Rushi turned to look at Yu Wen Dou. "How could it be in vain? Our Xuan'er is so beautiful. Even if she just becomes his maid and serves him, wouldn't that be perfectly fine?"

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