My Wife is A Sword God

In the city of Jinyang, at the Demon Slaying Department, Si Zheng furrowed his brow as he listened to the report from his subordinates.

“During my absence, was there any unusual activity at the Lord’s Manor?” he inquired.

A man replied, “According to the orders of the Lord Supervisor, we disguised ourselves and concealed in all the passages outside the Lord’s Manor. In these past few days, apart from the young master Ye Luoting going out to inspect various major taverns under his name, Lord Ye Heng has not stepped out of the Lord’s Manor at all.”

Si Zheng tapped his fingers lightly on the table, lost in thought.

He had expected some movement from the Lord’s Manor during his trip to Qiyuan City, but surprisingly, there was no action on their part.

Unexpected.

“Continue surveillance. If anything unusual happens, do not act recklessly. Prioritize reporting the situation to me,” he instructed.

“Yes,” the man acknowledged before leaving.

Si Zheng turned his head and looked through the window toward the Lord’s Manor, muttering, “Ye Heng, you old fox, what exactly are you planning?”

Inside the Lord’s Manor, “Ye Heng” greeted a group of people and entered a dimly lit room on his own.

With a wave of his right hand, the ground began to loosen. Before long, a pair of decaying arms emerged from beneath the ground, supporting three six-armed ghostly Buddha statues on skeletal palms.

Ye Heng’s eyeballs rotated at a peculiar angle, and then both eyes were completely engulfed in black.

Even though his mouth didn’t move, a voice resonated. It was the voice of Qian Kui: “The mission to Qiyuan City failed?”

The expressions on the three heads of the ghostly Buddha statues changed. Sometimes they wore a bitter smile, sometimes transformed into wrathful Vajrapani, and finally returned to normal.

“The Heavenly Tower Imperial Teacher’s skills surpass mine, and his divination methods are superior. The dragon spirit, which should have been a sure thing, was unexpectedly protected by him using the trick of a cat replacing the prince,” sighed the ghostly Buddha, speaking slowly.

“But this attack on Qiyuan City did not end in complete failure. At the very least, we learned something. Relying solely on the inherent strength of the Heavenly City, it is unable to withstand our assault. As long as we can shield the Heavenly Tower Imperial Teacher’s divination, it won’t be difficult to invade and seize the dragon spirit from the Heavenly City,” the three-headed Buddha turned into a smiling face, emitting an eerie laughter.

“Although the logic is simple, achieving it is not so easy. The Heavenly Tower Imperial Teacher is a formidable existence even feared by Lord Qishou,” Qian Kui said in a deep voice.

“No matter, I already have an idea. I’ll use Jinyang City as a test. Later, I’ll have Yao Zang carry some things to your place. I’ll need your corpse-controlling technique to set up a formation that conceals the heavenly secret,” Ye Heng explained.

The corpse-controlling technique could manipulate corpses to operate covertly. Since corpses lacked souls, they were ideal for clandestine activities.

“That can be done. However, the Supervisor from this side is constantly watching me. It’s not convenient for me to directly take him out,” Qian Kui said indifferently. Killing a fifth-ranked Supervisor was not difficult for him; he was just concerned about the other individuals in the city.

“Hey, what’s the difficulty in this? Yao Zang likes to create a big disturbance. When the time comes, find a way to let him attract attention in the city. You can manipulate things in the dark.” Ghost Bodhisattva excitedly waved his six arms, seeming quite satisfied with his plan.

“Really? Yao Zang might die.” Qian Kuai said casually. This has always been the reason why he didn’t dare to cause a big stir. Li Yang is not easy to deal with, and the old man at the entrance of the Listen To Rain Pavilion is even more formidable.

“It depends on his luck.” Ghost Bodhisattva dismissed the concern.

For them, the only thing that mattered in maintaining their relationship was mutual interests; everything else was unimportant.

After a pause, Ghost Bodhisattva asked again, “What about the rest of your corpses? When we attacked Qiyuan City, two small cities collapsed. Was that your doing?”

“Yes,” Qian Kuai replied.

Ghost Bodhisattva smirked, “Looking back, there hasn’t been any corpse-walking person who dared to act as recklessly as you. Can you really integrate so many corpses in the end?”

“If I remember correctly, the Burial Sky Organization has only one principle—mind your own business and do your own duties.” Qian Kuai’s tone was indifferent.

Ghost Bodhisattva pretended to be wronged, “I thought with our friendship, we could talk about anything.”

Qian Kuai coldly laughed, “You said the same to Yao Zang before.”

The next day, after finishing breakfast, Qin Feng came to Listen To Rain Pavilion. Lan Ningshuang still acted as his guard, following him closely.

This time, Qin Feng didn’t go in directly. Instead, he handed over a pot of wine, smiling and saying, “Senior Baili, I know you like to drink. This is a small token of appreciation. I hope you accept it.”

The old man sneered, “No good deed goes unpunished.”

Although he said so, he accepted the wine pot, opened the lid, sniffed it, nodded, and seemed quite satisfied.

“Speak, brat, what do you need to ask me.”

This cantankerous old man, his mouth was still so venomous. Qin Feng was too lazy to be polite. Anyway, no matter what he said, it would be retorted, so he might as well get straight to the point, “Senior, is there such a peculiar place in the Southern Domain where the gravity inside is much greater than other places?”

The old man took a sip of wine, raised an eyebrow, “What, want to find such a place to help this girl beside you break through to the sixth rank of Divine Martial?”

Hearing this, Lan Ningshuang widened her beautiful eyes and looked at Qin Feng, her eyes flowing with curiosity.

No wonder Senior Brother suddenly wore a serious expression and questioned this old man; it turns out it was all for my sake.

Thinking of this, a faint blush appeared on her face, and warmth filled her heart.

“It’s not just for Miss Lan; there are two others in the family also stuck at the seventh-grade realm. I want to lend them a hand, but I’m struggling to find a way. Senior, you have broad experience; I hope you won’t mind giving some advice,” Qin Feng earnestly said.

Realizing it wasn’t just for her, Lan Ningshuang felt inexplicably disheartened. The pink color on her face slowly faded.

Qin Feng didn’t notice her change of expression, but the old man saw it clearly and couldn’t help but give her a strange look.

“In the Southern Region, there is indeed such a place, but it’s five thousand miles away from Jinyang City. That place is called the Blackwater Abyss, the dwelling of a seventh-grade calamity force demonic beast, the Crowfrog. The abnormal gravity there is a result of the Crowfrog awakening its magical powers, altering the area,” the old man explained.

Qin Feng frowned. Besides the considerable distance of five thousand miles, even if they could reach it, it wouldn’t be possible to cultivate in the presence of a seventh-grade calamity force demonic beast.

“Could it be that the method of breaking through the sixth-grade realm using gravity is really not feasible?” Qin Feng sighed and mumbled to himself.

“Who said it’s not feasible?” The old man put down his wine jug and suddenly said, “Just like the Heavy Sword Mountain of the Myriad Sword Sect, it didn’t form naturally; there is a divine sword suspended in the sky above the mountain. The closer you get to the sword, the greater the pressure. Since you can’t find a suitable place with gravity, create one. Oh, but with your abilities, it is indeed a bit difficult.”

It’s like saying nothing. If I had that kind of ability, why would I be here asking you?

Sure enough, one shouldn’t rely on this old man. Qin Feng smirked, “I’ll go inside first.”

“Alright, don’t disturb my enjoyment of wine.”

Pah, you won’t die from drinking. Qin Feng indignantly stepped into the Listen To Rain Pavilion.

Lan Ningshuang glanced at the old man, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she silently stood at the door.

The old man remained oblivious, drinking his wine and humming a tune, thoroughly content.

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