My Silly, Sweet Wife-Chapter 1100: Courting Death on the Edge

The Ghost Market has nearly thirty to forty thousand permanent residents. The rest are mostly people who come to the Ghost Market to rummage for things, and a large part of the market consists of people from the Hidden Sect.

Anyone coming to the Ghost Market would know the temperament of the Great Demon King.

The Great Demon King rarely leaves Island at the Heart of the Lake, and even when he does, he takes a large entourage to clear the road ahead.

Exceedingly ostentatious.

The news of the Great Demon King leaving Island at the Heart of the Lake spread through the Ghost Market like wildfire.

The road from Island at the Heart of the Lake to Jixiang Restaurant was cleared of any threats, ensuring that no one could secretly attack the Great Demon King.

Though many believe that no one would dare make a move against the Great Demon King.

The display, however, was grandiose.

As the Great Demon King headed towards Jixiang Restaurant, Liu Fang and the others awoke.

Realizing they were all captured, and Ye Guichen had no intention of sparing them, panic spread among them.

"Ye Guichen, what exactly do you want?" Liu Fang guarded her chest.

Ye Guichen felt disgusted: "Please, I have no interest in you. Looking at your charm, do you have some sort of misunderstanding about women?"

Liu Fang blushed with embarrassment, remembering the previous attack by the black-robed man, she quickly looked around, trying to find the whereabouts of the black-robed man.

But no matter how she looked, she still couldn't see any black-robed man.

"What's going on? Could there be other experts here?"

Liu Fang saw doubt in her companions' eyes.

But now, clearly wasn't the time to think about these things.

Ye Guichen's voice rang out again: "You are King Qin's people, and King Qin wants to capture me, doesn't he?"

Liu Fang lowered her head, not answering: "You'd better let us go, or we'll expose your identity. Not only will King Qin's people come to capture you, but even the other six kings will come for you. You won't be able to escape from the Ghost Market then!"

Ye Guichen slapped Liu Fang across the face: "Answer my questions honestly and stop with the nonsense!"

The slap was hard, without a hint of tenderness, knocking out several of Liu Fang's teeth.

Everyone was shocked, not expecting Ye Guichen to be so violent.

"Ha, if I am the Son of the Nether Emperor, so what? If anyone dares to try to capture me, let them come!" Ye Guichen had experts like Gongyang Lang at his side and individuals like Gui Tuo watching over him, unafraid of threats.

Moreover, Ye Guichen had his own plans.

Since he intended to deal with the Seven Kings, he decided to stir the waters even more.

Once the news of him being the Son of the Nether Emperor got out, it would surely cause chaos among the Seven Kings. Then, many would focus on him.

But no one would want anyone else to get him, so they would secretly fight for him.

In this way, Ye Guichen could reap the benefits.

Upon hearing Ye Guichen's words, Gongyang Lang was taken aback: "Son of the Nether Emperor?"

Ye Guichen chuckled: "That's right, I am the Son of the Nether Emperor, Lord of the Hidden Sect!"

"Tsk tsk, you're truly fearless!" Gongyang Lang turned his head aside, clearly knowledgeable about the Hidden Sect, couldn't help exclaiming upon this revelation.

Ye Guichen's gaze fell again on Liu Fang: "Speak, do you want to save yourself or save Fang Tiancheng? He stole my things, I have no patience, one life per day, or perhaps you let King Qin supply me, and I might spare your lives temporarily!"

Frightened by the beating, Liu Fang covered her mouth and didn't dare make a sound.

Ye Guichen felt uninterested.

He walked to one of King Qin's spies, grabbed his neck, and snapped it easily.

The spy didn't understand what was happening, nor did he expect Ye Guichen to kill him, dying with eyes wide open.

"You, you're mad! You actually dared to kill King Qin's people! You're actually opposing King Qin!" Liu Fang and Chen Zhi retreated in panic, feeling Ye Guichen was utterly unpredictable, just like a madman.

Being the Son of the Nether Emperor, one should fear being too high-profile at such times, but it seemed this guy feared the world wouldn't know his identity.

Ye Guichen grinned: "King Qin has long seen me as a thorn in his side, we were already enemies, so does killing anyone make a difference?"

"You, you..." Liu Fang and Chen Zhi suddenly realized they had severely underestimated this Ye Guichen.

The Son of the Nether Emperor, seemed much more challenging than imagined.

Just then, noisy sounds came from outside.

Shrieks of surprise rose from the streets.

"Great Demon King arrives..."

"Pay respects to the Great Demon King!"

"Long live the Great Demon King!"

The feeling was akin to an Emperor's procession.

Just by listening, Ye Guichen felt the impressive aura.

Gongyang Lang's body tensed up instantly.

He gripped a short sword in his hand, stood up, and watched outside vigilantly, even his throat started to move unconsciously.

Yet, Ye Guichen still sat grandly as before, smiling as he looked at the courtyard gate.

Before long, surrounded by a crowd, a noble and glamorous woman appeared in sight.

At first sight of this woman, Ye Guichen's first thought was one word: allure.

Exactly!

This woman exuded an enticing charm, capable of ensnaring men.

With just a single gesture, no man could resist her temptation.

Under the peony, willing to die, one remains a spirited ghost.

This woman perfectly embodied the meaning of this saying.

Ye Guichen's gaze audaciously took in the Great Demon King.

He couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

He had seen countless women before, many that radiated allure, but none matched Hua Xiangrong's level.

It was as if Hua Xiangrong's allure came from deep within her bones.

"Oh, Gongyang Lang, you really are alive!" Hua Xiangrong's gaze barely flickered over Ye Guichen, noting his handsomeness but finding little interest.

For Hua Xiangrong was only interested in cultivators, they alone were her ultimate prize.

Ye Guichen was just a mundane boy, even with Gongyang Lang, so what?

Still not her preference.

Gongyang Lang's forehead began to sweat.

He felt a subconscious tension upon seeing Hua Xiangrong.

"Nonsense, as long as I don't kill you, I won't die!" Gongyang Lang managed to squeeze out a sentence, though his voice was somewhat hoarse.

Clearly, Hua Xiangrong cast too great a shadow over him.

Hua Xiangrong giggled, gracefully approached, sat by the stone table, saw Ye Guichen fixedly staring at her, seemingly greedy yet unafraid, and smiled: "Hey young man, do you find me beautiful?"

Ye Guichen shook his head: "Not beautiful."

Wow!

His words caused an uproar immediately.

To dare claim Hua Xiangrong wasn't beautiful.

Is he courting death?

No one in the entire Ghost Market dared to speak this way.

However, Ye Guichen's words touched Hua Xiangrong's reverse scale.

Sweat drenched the back of Gongyang Lang's clothing.

He gave Ye Guichen a deep glance, feeling his skill in courting death was increasingly advanced.

He constantly flirted with the edge of self-destruction.