My Silly, Sweet Wife-Chapter 1016: As If in a Dream

In a flash of lightning, the heavy sword was already upon him.

Though Ye Guichen was now highly skilled, he dared not face this heavy sword directly.

He pushed his body to its limits, swiftly moving to the side, while also pushing his mysterious energy to its peak, protecting himself from harm.

Yet despite this, the powerful force of the heavy sword still cut through his protective energy, leaving a bloody gash on his arm.

Bear in mind, Ye Guichen nowadays could be said to have skin as strong as bronze and bones like iron; even a Grandmaster couldn't easily harm him.

However, the heavy sword not only broke through his energy but also injured Ye Guichen, showing just how formidable the opponent's skill was.

Amazingly, the opponent claimed it was merely a fragment of their spirit.

"Good lad, you managed to withstand one of my blows; let's see how you handle the second one!"

Before Ye Guichen had a chance to catch his breath, the second sword swept horizontally towards him.

Earlier, it was like a lightning strike, but in an instant, the whole space seemed frozen, the cold seeping into Ye Guichen's bones, making his body stiffen.

Ye Guichen immediately ignited the Yimu Forever Green Technique to its utmost, while also pushing the Xuanming Prison Suppressing Technique to its limit.

This time, dodging was impossible; he had to endure it head-on.

He used the Xuanming Prison Suppressing Technique to create a massive black shield.

No sooner said than done.

A violent crashing sound erupted.

The heavy sword smashed onto the black shield, cleaving it in two.

Ye Guichen's legs couldn't bear the enormous force, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Taking advantage of this, Ye Guichen rolled swiftly to the side.

The heavy sword struck the spot where Ye Guichen had just knelt.

Ye Guichen narrowly avoided another blow.

The Carefree Sword Immortal seemed slightly surprised, not expecting someone to evade his two strikes.

"Haha, impressive! Years ago, a guy named Du Yun'er also dodged two of my swords, the greatest talent I've encountered over the years. I originally intended to kill him, but he claimed he could revive my flesh, so I agreed to spare him."

"However, after all these years, he still hasn't resurrected me physically. And now you've come down here, seems you're related to Du Yun'er too? So, tell me, is Du Qu'er deceiving me?"

Ye Guichen found it somewhat amusing.

This Carefree Sword Immortal is so fierce yet believes such nonsense about reviving the flesh?

However, upon thinking further, Ye Guichen somewhat understood.

Though the Carefree Sword Immortal was merely a fragment of a spirit, he still hoped to reincarnate one day.

After reaching such heights, roaming amidst the void, achieving the Sword Immortal's level was surely not easy, and even if there's a one-in-ten-thousand chance, he wouldn't miss it.

Ye Guichen sighed, wiping the blood from his lips: "Sword Immortal senior, Du Yun'er is already dead, he never had the ability to revive anyone's flesh. You were definitely deceived."

"Deceived, huh?" The Carefree Sword Immortal's face showed a trace of loneliness: "Maybe so, but after being stuck here so long, unable to find someone to inherit my swordsmanship, I've been quite lonely, having someone to talk to each day wasn't bad. Haha, since you can withstand two of my blows, you're qualified to speak with me. However, my spirit fragment won't last much longer, so unlike Du Yun'er, you won't have the luck to survive after taking my two swords. If you wish to live, you must withstand this one last strike!"

Not giving Ye Guichen a chance to prepare, the Carefree Sword Immortal spoke and then swung another sword: "Return of Ten Thousand Swords!"

As the words fell, Ye Guichen felt countless swords slashing towards him.

There was nowhere to hide.

Even using mysterious energy, the Yimu Forever Green Technique, or the Xuanming Prison Suppressing Technique.

Nearly in an instant, they were all crushed.

Slice slice!

Swords cut into Ye Guichen's body, each agony as if his body was being sliced apart.

He stared blankly at the Carefree Sword Immortal, then slowly fell backward.

His consciousness gradually blurred.

Yet, in the moment before closing his eyes, Ye Guichen saw a flash of insight in the Carefree Sword Immortal's eyes: "Good lad, even now you withstand it and yet don't die? Haha, excellent, looks like I, the Carefree Sword Immortal, found an heir!"

Then, Ye Guichen felt something inside that middle-aged man drift into his mind, completely losing consciousness.

"Brother Ye, wake up!"

"Are you alright? Brother Ye, what's wrong?"

"You're just showing off, humph, serves you right if you die!"

"Young Master, don't scare me!"

It's unclear how long passed, but noisy voices arose.

Ye Guichen felt someone shaking his body, and someone's voice carried a sob.

The voices were familiar.

Yang Hongfu's, Luo Huasheng's, and Gongsun Fengying's with Xuanyuan Wudi.

Ye Guichen felt his head ache, as if he'd had a long dream.

In the dream, a valiant figure wielded a treasured sword, teaching him swordsmanship.

Initially, each strike seemed ordinary, but by the end, a single cut split a mountain in two.

"One strike severs mountains and rivers, one strike cuts sun and moon, I may be called the Sword Immortal, but I can only sever mountains and rivers, cannot cut sun and moon. One day, if you achieve the ability to cut sun and moon, I, Ren Xiaoyao, can pass away peacefully."

A sharp pain surged through his body.

As if something tore him apart.

Ye Guichen coughed violently, slowly opening his eyes.

"Awake? You're alright?"

"Brother Ye, you scared us, why did you suddenly faint?"

"Indeed, Young Master, what happened?"

Seeing Ye Guichen awaken, Yang Hongfu and the others were overjoyed.

Ye Guichen slowly sat up, turning to look at the spot where the middle-aged man stood.

There was only a statue, no living person.

"Was it a dream?"

Ye Guichen rubbed his head, puzzled, looking at Yang Hongfu and the others: "When you came in, didn't see anyone?"

"No!" Yang Hongfu shook her head: "We saw you unconscious here after jumping in, nothing else. So, what's up with you?"

"Nothing at all happened?"

Ye Guichen was extraordinarily puzzled; his gaze quickly fell on the statue's hand.

The statue held a heavy sword, and wasn't that heavy sword the same one the Carefree Sword Immortal used against him earlier?

"No, it definitely wasn't a dream!"

Struggling to his feet, his body still weak, Ye Guichen staggered to the statue, grabbed the heavy sword, and pulled it towards himself.

Once he held the heavy sword, the statue suddenly crumbled into fragments.

Simultaneously, the heavy stone door rumbled open bit by bit.