I, Suiren, will teach Ziyi how to make stockings.

Jiang Qisha, gravely wounded, knew this was not the time to confront the Wrathful Lady head-on. When he saw the Wrathful Lady's response, he endured the pain and slowly approached her, attempting to persuade her with words. However, just as he was about to speak, a sharp cry of surprise suddenly pierced the tense atmosphere.

"Qisha..." Hongdie called out anxiously, her voice filled with shock that was hard to conceal. However, her gaze did not fall on Jiang Qisha, but instead looked directly behind him.

Jiang Qisha subconsciously turned around following Hongdie's gaze, and saw that Ye Chongren was surrounded by a strange blue power. The power was like surging waves, surging and emitting a mysterious and powerful aura.

"That... that's alive... alive!" Li Youtian's voice trembled, and he was so excited that he could hardly control himself. He had already made up his mind to die bravely, but the change in Ye Chongren's situation gave him a glimmer of hope.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Ye Chongren. Although the Wrathful Lady was incredibly powerful and the most formidable among them, they could sense that she had come only to rescue him, and her actions were tinged with an indescribable strangeness. The key variable that could truly change the course of the battle lay undoubtedly with Ye Chongren.

"Husband...husband..." Xuan Ming's lips trembled slightly as she murmured, her voice as soft as a mosquito. Her eyes were filled with a complex expression. She strongly hoped that Ye Chongren could be resurrected, but she was also afraid that this was just an illusory dream that would end in disappointment.

The expressions of the others around him were exactly the same. Everyone was eager for Ye Chongren to return, but they were also afraid of facing disappointment, and their hearts were filled with anxiety and uneasiness.

"There's still a chance!!" Meng Kongchan's eyes suddenly lit up with a bright light, and her chest rose and fell slightly with her excitement.

"This guy is really an immortal cockroach. He can still make trouble even in this situation!" Huang Taiji narrowed his eyes, his gaze like a sharp hawk, staring at Ye Chongren, trying to see through the secret hidden in him.

Wu Duming's face was so gloomy it looked as if water could drip from it. Among the people present, Jiang Qisha, driven by a desire to explore Ye Chongren's secrets, did not want him dead; the woman in the red skirt only harbored resentment for Ye Chongren's past harm to Jiang Qisha, and did not intend to kill him; Dao Ge was a loyal guard, simply obeying Jiang Qisha's orders. Only Wu Duming, the hatred for his son's murder deeply engraved in his heart, made him hate Ye Chongren to the core and wanted to kill him immediately.

Jiang Qisha gazed at Ye Chongren, his entire body radiating a blue light, and a strange feeling welled up within him. He clearly sensed that the power within him, derived from the Seven Killings Sect's cultivation techniques, was being subtly suppressed by Ye Chongren's own strength. As one of the Nine Sects, the Seven Killings Sect's cultivation techniques had always been incredibly powerful, rivaling even those of the Four Imperial Clans. Yet, now, being suppressed by Ye Chongren caused Jiang Qisha to frown slightly.

"Ye Chongren... you're truly a treasure, so interesting..." Jiang Qisha murmured softly, a meaningful smile curling his lips. Although he was surprised by Ye Chongren's strength, his inherent pride prevented him from taking him seriously. In his opinion, even the many powerful individuals in the core area were beyond his reach, let alone Ye Chongren.

In a trance, Ye Chongren's body slowly floated up, and in mid-air, as if controlled by an invisible force, he turned over. Then, an extremely terrifying and oppressive force, centered around him, slowly spread out to the surroundings.

Jiang Qisha, Hongdie, Daoge, Mengkongchan, Xuanming, and others, whoever came into contact with this power, instantly felt an unprecedented pressure. Their faces turned pale, as if their blood had been drained.