My Silly, Sweet Wife

"Yes, he never treated us like humans."

"Young Master, I volunteer to kill that thing and avenge Yan Nanfei!"

"Avenge!"

"Avenge!"

"Avenge!"

All the Qin soldiers were emotionally charged.

Clearly, Yan Nanfei's death had a significant impact on them.

Ye Guichen raised his hand, and everyone fell silent.

"Since you submitted to me, you are my brothers. Though the blood of the Netherworld Emperor flows in my veins, I do not see myself as noble!"

"Initially, I just wanted him to persuade the people of Three Harmonies Valley to withdraw, or retreat like those Qi soldiers."

"I never expected Zuo Lengqiu would turn against his brothers!"

"I, Ye Guichen, though not talented, won't stand idly by and watch Yan Nanfei die in vain!"

"Tonight, I will take Zuo Lengqiu's head. Wait for it!"

Having said that, Ye Guichen turned and left.

Xuanyuan Canghai was stunned, and hastily said, "Young Master, you can't risk yourself!"

Ye Guichen paused slightly and looked back at Xuanyuan Canghai, "I bear responsibility for Yan Nanfei's death, so I will shoulder it. I'll leave this place to you!"

With that, Ye Guichen no longer hesitated and swiftly headed toward the Qin camp.

Soon, Ye Guichen's silhouette disappeared.

All the Qin soldiers were stunned.

They hadn't expected Ye Guichen would truly risk himself for Yan Nanfei.

While touched, they gradually felt a sense of belonging.

Ye Guichen understood one principle.

Heart for a heart.

The Netherworld Emperor has been dead for over twenty years, and many places occupied by the Seven Kings have forgotten his existence.

Even with boundless passion, what good would killing the Seven Kings do?

Winning people's hearts grants one the world.

Ye Guichen knew that although Zuo Lengqiu was ruthless, he wasn't a true expert.

As long as he sneaked in, he could easily kill him.

Moreover, with Yan Nanfei's precedent, subduing those Qin soldiers wouldn't be difficult.

Taking advantage of the night, Ye Guichen sneaked into the Qin camp.

Inside a large tent, Zuo Lengqiu was full of pride, holding a wine pot, and embracing a woman with tear-stained cheeks.

"Damn, cry one more time, and I'll kill you now!" Zuo Lengqiu lifted the woman's chin, angrily saying, "Damn it, I caught you to enjoy, but you keep crying. Do you want to end up like that last guy, killed with a slap and left with a mark on the corpse?"

"Sir, Sir, spare me, spare me!" The woman trembled with fear, quickly lowered her head, and struggled not to let her tears flow.

Seeing the woman's frightened appearance, Zuo Lengqiu seemed immensely satisfied, laughed out loud, gulped down some wine, and shouted outside the tent, "Come in!"

A soldier quickly ran in, "General Zuo, what's your command?"

Zuo Lengqiu looked up lazily, "How went it after you returned Yan Nanfei's body? How did that so-called Son of Nether Emperor react?"

The soldier trembled, lowering his head, "Nothing, nothing much, we left immediately after delivering it, didn't dare stay longer!"

"Useless!" Zuo Lengqiu cursed, "Among the Seven Kings, King Qin is powerful. You are all useless! The Netherworld Emperor deserved his fate. Now, what if the Son of Nether Emperor returns? Haha, even if he dares to charge King Qin, he can't kill him! Haha, does he really think it was King Qin who colluded with the Seven Kings back then?"

"Truly foolish! If he could have found a place to live quietly, he might have avoided danger, but instead, he recklessly exposes himself to death!"

"Hmph, does he really think our King Qin is easy prey?"

"Today, I killed one Yan Nanfei; tomorrow, I'll kill him, the Son of Nether Emperor! Haha, even if his powers are high, what can he do? Doesn't dare to face me!"

Zuo Lengqiu was immensely proud, continuously kneading the woman at his side, arrogant in the extreme.

The soldier lowered his head, afraid to speak.

He feared a misstep could lead to his doom.

The woman dared not speak either, but her inner terror couldn't stop her from trembling.

Suddenly, a distant, ethereal voice sounded, "Zuo Lengqiu, you really are quite the show!"

Everyone in the tent heard the voice and tensed instantly.

The soldier quickly pressed his hand against his waist sword, vigilantly watching around.

Zuo Lengqiu was drunk, but upon hearing the voice, he immediately sobered up.

"Who's there? Come out now and stop sneaking around!"

As he spoke, he reached for a knife at his feet.

A shadow slowly appeared inside the tent.

Cloaked, with no face visible, enveloped entirely.

The soldier shouted, "Are you human or ghost?"

"Haha, I am Pingchi, of course!" the cloaked figure sneered, gesturing toward the soldier.

In the next instant, as if life drained from him, the soldier turned into a dried husk in a blink.

"Ahh!" The woman, seeing the soldier's gruesome death, screamed in terror.

Zuo Lengqiu's pupils shrank, as if realizing something, seized the woman's neck, and with a light pinch, killed her on the spot.

Then, he threw aside his weapon, falling to his knees before the cloaked figure, "Sir, Sir, are you the Holy Envoy King Qin spoke of? Are you the Holy Envoy?"

Zuo Lengqiu was overjoyed.

As King Qin's confidant, he knew a bit about the chaos caused by the Seven Kings.

Though unaware of specifics, as King Qin claimed, they weren't able to kill the Netherworld Emperor and split the land due to their own strength but due to a force behind them.

This formidable force viewed the Seven Kings as mere ants.

Witnessing this mysterious cloaked figure, Zuo Lengqiu recalled King Qin's words.

According to King Qin, this enigmatic being comes and goes without trace, killing silently.

Zuo Lengqiu had always hoped to meet the mysterious figure behind King Qin, and unexpectedly, today he did.

Zuo Lengqiu gazed fervently at the cloaked figure.

The cloaked figure, unmoved by Zuo Lengqiu's excitement, coldly laughed, "Haha, you're about to die, yet still indulging here?"

Zuo Lengqiu paused and quickly asked, "Holy Envoy, what do you mean?"

"Hmph, what else would I mean!" The cloaked figure seemed unwilling to waste words with Zuo Lengqiu, spoke blandly, "The Seven Kings have been complacent for too long, forgetting dangers in this world. You, as King Qin's dog, also lack awareness."

"If you die, Three Harmonies Valley will be lost entirely, gifting the Dan God Sect a natural barrier, allowing the Son of Nether Emperor to gain in strength. Ask yourself, do the Seven Kings stand a chance then?"

Zuo Lengqiu was startled, watching the cloaked figure, "Holy Envoy, you know?"

"Haha, the Holy Temple has eyes everywhere. I'm here to offer you a chance to become our temple's disciple. Are you willing?" The cloaked figure's voice rasped.

"Disciple?" Zuo Lengqiu paused, then was overjoyed, "Holy Envoy, I am willing! Of course, I am willing, please bless me!"

Zuo Lengqiu recalled King Qin mentioning that if blessed by the Holy Envoy, although not immortal, one's powers would greatly increase, also gaining the temple's protection.

Such a chance falling to him; how could he decline?

Seeing Zuo Lengqiu's expression, the cloaked figure grinned sinisterly, slowly raised his hand, and pressed it on Zuo Lengqiu's head.

In the next second, a dark aura directly poured into Zuo Lengqiu's head.