My Silly, Sweet Wife

Chapter 1394 - 1322: This Kid Is Not Simple

The expression of the lost soul was vacant, its eyes hollow, as if devoid of color.

It was precisely a soul extracted from Qin Muge.

Having found the extracted soul of Qin Muge, Ye Guichen hesitated no longer, and walked straight out of the room, asking Yang Huai’an to take him into the inner city.

Soon, Ye Guichen stood before Qin Muge.

Apart from the State Preceptor and the Supervisor who were warily watching Ye Guichen, Qin Cangqiong was also scrutinizing him.

Since Ye Guichen was able to kill a Golden Bell and even summoned heavenly lightning to strike a magician, his abilities were certainly formidable.

Should he attempt to harm Qin Cangqiong, it would be impossible to stop him.

Thus, the State Preceptor and Supervisor were present as a precaution.

"Are you Ye Guichen?" Qin Cangqiong, seeing that Ye Guichen was indeed young, couldn’t help but show a questioning look in his eyes.

Although aware that his subordinates wouldn’t deceive him, nor dare to, Qin Cangqiong felt the external acclaim for Ye Guichen might be exaggerated.

No matter how talented, cultivating both martial arts and spells at such a young age was incredibly rare.

Indeed, if Qin Cangqiong knew of Ye Guichen’s exceptional medical skills, he might be astounded.

Ye Guichen looked calmly at Qin Cangqiong: "Are you the Emperor of the Daqian Dynasty?"

"How dare you speak to His Majesty like that!" The Supervisor roared in rage, reaching out to grab Ye Guichen with one palm.

Obviously, the Supervisor intended to intimidate Ye Guichen.

In any case, Ye Guichen had killed a Golden Bell under his command, and if it went unchecked, he feared losing credibility with his subordinates.

Ye Guichen could easily discern the Supervisor’s intentions.

At the instant the Supervisor struck, Ye Guichen knew evasion was not possible.

The opponent’s cultivation far surpassed the Foundation Establishment Realm, possibly reaching the legendary Nascent Soul Realm.

It was clear why the Daqian Dynasty had stood firm for so many years.

"If you want Qin Muge to live, it’s best not to strike." Ye Guichen glanced at the Supervisor, speaking indifferently.

The Supervisor’s hand stopped abruptly, less than a centimeter from Ye Guichen: "Well, kid, does that mean you can really save the Second Prince?"

"A piece of cake," Ye Guichen replied smoothly.

The Supervisor mocked: "Such arrogance! Are you not afraid of biting your tongue with your big words?"

Ye Guichen retorted: "My tongue is tough, even the strongest wind won’t faze it. However, seeing as you’re quite aged, I was invited here to heal, yet you start by trying to give me trouble. I could just as easily turn around and leave. I know I can’t defeat you, but do you truly think you can stop me? That’s wishful thinking, isn’t it?"

He stood firm!

A blatant provocation!

The Supervisor intended only to intimidate Ye Guichen initially, but faced with his audacity, he found himself humiliated.

He couldn’t truly strike Ye Guichen, nor kill him.

If something happened to the Second Prince, the blame would fall on him.

He was indeed a master, but should Qin Cangqiong truly want to kill him, it wouldn’t be easily done.

Yet his standing was tied to the Daqian Dynasty, so why make enemies unless necessary?

"Enough, stand down." Qin Cangqiong finally spoke.

The voice was gentle yet carried authority.

The Supervisor glared at Ye Guichen, flicking his sleeve, and moved aside.

Then, Qin Cangqiong turned to the State Preceptor: "State Preceptor, we have invited him, is there anything you’d like to ask?"

The State Preceptor, expressionless, said: "Ye Guichen, can you save the Second Prince?"

"I can."

"How will you save him?"

"By returning the soul to the body."

"Where will you find the lost soul?"

"It’s no trouble for you to worry about."

"Haha, indeed, youthful arrogance!" The State Preceptor suddenly stomped, and a formation pattern erupted beneath his feet.

In the blink of an eye, the pattern reached Ye Guichen, making him feel as though his feet were welded to the ground, unable to move.

"If the Second Prince doesn’t wake up, do you think we’ll let you leave?" The State Preceptor smirked: "Haha, you should understand, no matter how great you are, you’re just one person, unable to contend with a nation. Moreover, you possess impressive skills, showcasing exceptional talent, but what does that matter? In Dragon City, I have inexhaustible energy at my disposal as long as the Daqian Dynasty prevails; I can trap you here, whether you believe it or not."

Ye Guichen had now witnessed the might of a magician.

Feeling the binding force underfoot, Ye Guichen sneered: "If I were not familiar with Qin Muge, even with your pleas, I wouldn’t have come. Moreover, considering your disrespect towards me, I have every reason not to intervene."

With that, Ye Guichen waved his hand, "Since you seem capable, I’ve found Qin Muge’s lost soul, revive him yourselves."

As Ye Guichen finished speaking, Qin Muge’s lost soul flew out.

Meanwhile, Ye Guichen shifted his stance, breaking free from the State Preceptor’s restraints with sheer brute force.

Crack!

As Ye Guichen freed himself, the ground beneath him was lifted, crumbling into powder.

The State Preceptor was astonished: "You, how did you break free from my binding formation?"

Ye Guichen turned to leave: "I don’t understand formations much, but all laws yield to force; with sufficient strength, any binding formation is trivial to me. Furthermore, who said only you can draw upon limitless energy in Dragon City?"

Ye Guichen did not want to waste words, ignoring the State Preceptor’s stunned expression, he walked away.

This time, no one blocked him.

As Ye Guichen departed, Qin Cangqiong’s expression darkened: "State Preceptor, what’s wrong?"

The State Preceptor held Qin Muge’s lost soul in one hand: "Your Majesty, do you recall my words about our dynasty’s fortune shifting a few days ago?"

Qin Cangqiong nodded: "Of course, you said due to the Demon Clan, the Daqian Dynasty’s fortune began to dissipate, and once fully diminished, the dynasty would fall. However, just days ago, you mentioned the dissipating fortune seemed to have halted."

The State Preceptor’s expression was complex: "Indeed, perhaps this is related to that young man, Ye Guichen."

"What?"

Upon hearing this, not only Qin Cangqiong but also the Supervisor was utterly shocked.

The State Preceptor elaborated: "Your Majesty, logically, even someone like the Supervisor would struggle to escape my binding formation. Yet just now, he broke free. Moreover, I sensed a familiar presence from him, akin to our Guardian God, the Panlong."

"Panlong?" Qin Cangqiong and the Supervisor’s faces grew complex.

The State Preceptor continued: "Indeed, I now seriously suspect this young man might be able to connect with Panlong."

"How is that possible!"

Qin Cangqiong and the Supervisor exclaimed in unison.

Though the Panlong statue serves as Dragon City’s Guardian God, even Qin Cangqiong cannot contact Panlong.

According to Daqian’s historical records, despite being merely a statue, the Panlong wasn’t of this world, possessing merely a thread of a soul but wielding immense power.

Even the Supervisor likely couldn’t contend with it.

Furthermore, as Panlong’s remnant soul had formed a subtle link with the Daqian Dynasty, the State Preceptor, as a magician, could exploit this link to extract energy from Panlong’s remnant soul to combat foes.

This was his key confidence in being able to trap Ye Guichen.

Yet now, Ye Guichen could easily break free from the State Preceptor’s binding formation, proving the energy drawn from the Panlong statue posed no threat to him.