My Silly, Sweet Wife-Chapter 1189: Steward, Ren Wobai

The crowd suddenly fell into chaos.

The people of the Dan Sect are mostly the type who don't concern themselves with outside affairs, so many of them didn't even know about the Ghost Market incident.

Mo Changsheng, however, had a peculiar expression.

When it came to matters of the Ghost Market, he had the most to say.

But when Ye Guichen was causing a ruckus, he was still in the dungeon and didn't pay much attention.

Moreover, most alchemists have peculiar temperaments, much like bookworms.

No one told Mo Changsheng, and he never bothered to ask.

As long as he left the Ghost Market, it was fine.

Who knew that the Ghost Market incident would actually affect the competition among the four major Dan Sects?

"Um, Sect Leader Ye, don't worry, it should be fine soon. Let's delay our competition for a day, I'm sure the people from the Hidden Gate Dan Sect will arrive by tomorrow," Mo Changsheng quickly reassured.

The crowd turned their gaze to Mo Changsheng: "What makes you say that?"

"Ahem, rest assured everyone, rest assured!" Mo Changsheng certainly couldn't say that the enigmatic authority in control of the Ghost Market was on this very island, could he?

"Sect Leader Ye, everyone, please rest for a while, I'll be right back." Mo Changsheng hastily made an excuse and headed straight for the pavilion where Ye Guichen was located.

Since Ye Guichen displayed his formidable prowess, no one dared to appear near the pavilion, as fear of Ye Guichen seemed deeply rooted in their bones.

After these few days of refinement, Ye Guichen had completely absorbed three Nourishing God Pills.

Now Ye Guichen felt his Spiritual Sense had grown considerably; although his cultivation hadn't significantly increased, he detected Mo Changsheng's approach to the pavilion immediately.

In this situation, Ye Guichen felt that returning to Xianju Mountain would allow him to completely control the area within ten miles of the Chen Family without any issue.

"Mr. Ye, Mr. Ye, something big has happened!" Mo Changsheng exclaimed, wiping his sweat and panting heavily as he saw Ye Guichen.

Ye Guichen looked at Mo Changsheng: "What's wrong?"

"The people from the Hidden Gate Dan Sect have been detained in the Ghost Market," Mo Changsheng quickly explained the situation.

Ye Guichen nodded slightly, "Then you should go bring them back."

"Mr. Ye, my words carry little weight, and just talking wouldn't convince anyone," Mo Changsheng said bitterly.

Ye Guichen naturally understood Mo Changsheng's intention and didn't make things difficult for him. Casually, he sliced off a chunk from the wooden table in front of him, then used his finger as a pen to write a single word: Release.

He signed his name with a single word: Ye.

After finishing, he tossed the wood to Mo Changsheng: "Hurry up, I have been here for quite some time."

Mo Changsheng, treasuring the wood like a prized possession, took it to Sect Leader Ye: "Sect Leader, who in our sect is the fastest on foot?"

Sect Leader Ye wore a bitter expression, clearly in a bad mood.

Most of the past competitions of the four major Dan Sects had been held on the territories of the other Dan Sects. This year, after much effort, the Penglai Pill Sect finally hosted and even invited a master like Ye Guichen.

Who knew this would happen?

Though the Dan Sect is formidable, the Ghost Market is no pushover, and oftentimes they don't even regard them.

Rushing to demand people wouldn't work either. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

But delaying too long would prevent the competition of the four major Dan Sects from happening on time, and the Hidden Gate's Dan Sect might pin the blame on the Penglai Pill Sect, which would be a significant loss.

Could it be that the heavens are deliberately thwarting the Penglai Pill Sect from thriving?

Sect Leader Ye sighed heavily, feeling utterly frustrated.

Seeing Mo Changsheng still asking about who is fast on foot, he frowned and said, "Mo Changsheng, now what? What use is speed? Do you plan to raid the Ghost Market to retrieve them?"

"No, Sect Leader, with this item, we can surely secure passage from the Ghost Market," Mo Changsheng promptly showed the piece of wood.

Seeing only two words inscribed on it, Sect Leader Ye's face grew even longer: "Just a word saying 'Release' and signed 'Ye'? You think my old face has that much influence?"

Clearly, Sect Leader Ye took the signature "Ye" as alluding to himself.

Mo Changsheng was speechless and had to explain: "Sect Leader, there's something I haven't told you. Actually, the one who controls the Ghost Market is Mr. Ye, Master Ye. As long as he wrote 'Release,' they will surely allow passage."

"What? That kid controls the Ghost Market?" Sect Leader Ye suddenly didn't know how to describe his feelings.

It's one thing for Ye Guichen to be strong in martial arts, but he also excels in the Alchemy Dao.

Fine, I accept your dual cultivation of Dan and Wu, but you still became the leader of the Ghost Market.

It should be known, the Ghost Market is the only route connecting the Hidden Gate and the outside world. Controlling the Ghost Market is equivalent to controlling a large portion of resources.

Many people coveted the Ghost Market before, but because it was a place of mixed repute, no one wanted to expend great effort for little reward.

Now, of all things, it ended up in Ye Guichen's hands.

Of course, if Sect Leader Ye knew that Ye Guichen had gone to Xianju Mountain and seized control over thirty-six families there, he would likely feel like a mediocre person himself.

"Sect Leader, how about it?" Mo Changsheng watched the changing expressions of Sect Leader Ye and cautiously asked.

Sect Leader Ye couldn't say anything other than: "Alright, I'll immediately arrange someone to go and invite the people from the Hidden Gate Dan Sect."

Following that, many things became easier to handle.

By noon the next day, a group arrived at Penglai Island, looking weary from travel.

The leading figure seemed only about thirty years old, but his expression wasn't pleased.

He was the steward of the Hidden Gate Dan Sect for this occasion, named Ren Wobai.

Although he looked around thirty, having long consumed Youthful Pills preserved his skin well, and his fifty-something age didn't show at all.

Initially, he thought this trip would be a lucky break, but who could expect to be stuck sitting around the Ghost Market, waiting for several days?

He was unwilling, but had no options.

Though he brought experts with him, including Qi Refiners, they didn't dare to show off in the Ghost Market.

The people there were ruthless, and he dared not offend them.

"Gather everyone," Ren Wobai, after arriving at Penglai Island, first called together everyone from the four major Dan Sects for a meeting.

First, he recounted his hardships.

The people from the four major Dan Sects naturally understood Ren Wobai's implication; he was asking for benefits from them.

"Deacon Ren, you've worked hard. I have a Breeze Jade Dew Pill here, I hope it can alleviate your exhaustion."

"Yes, yes, and I have two Spirit Stones, they might not be much to Deacon Ren, but they represent our Beiji Pill Sect's goodwill."

"Deacon Ren, we from the Kunlun Pill Sect have just dug up a Heavenly Mountain Snow Lotus and wish to present it to you. Please kindly accept it!"

All of these flatteries were nothing more than attempts to gain some favor in the upcoming competition.

Sure enough, Ren Wobai's expression finally softened slightly: "Very well, I can't disappoint everyone's kind sentiments. Have the disciples for this competition brought up, I want to see them."

His manner suggested that seeing those disciples was a sort of privilege.