The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife-Chapter 29: In Order to Save the Beloved, Lies Overflow

In an instant, the formation was forcefully broken, and a fierce wind blew.

Nanli raised her gaze, exuding a cold and proud aura, as if she stood above all, dominating the world.

Her figure moved swiftly, approaching the sorcerer standing before her.

With a thrust of her sword, a gust of cold wind swept through.

The figure dissipated like clouds and mist.

A straw-made puppet fell to the ground, with a puppet talisman attached to it.

Nanli sneered, "The real body is not here."

It seemed that this person’s Daoist skills were not low, as they were able to deceive her eyes with such a convincing imitation.

"Sixth sister!" Xie Beihan rushed over, "You’re bleeding, let me bandage you."

"I’m fine, just a scratch." Nanli glanced at the sky, "It’s getting dark, let’s hurry."

Once night falls, the vengeful spirits of Ling Jian Sect will roam without restraint.

She could escape on her own, but Xie Beihan and the others were already exhausted, their willpower wavering, making them easy targets for death.

Supporting each other, they headed towards the exit.

The sky seemed to be splattered with ink, quickly darkening.

After walking for a while, Nanli suddenly stopped and said, "The path is blocked."

"But there’s a road ahead, isn’t there?" Xie Beihan blinked, though it was dim, he could see clearly.

Nanli kicked a small stone.

The stone seemed to vanish into the lake, disappearing into thin air.

Xie Beihan and the others were filled with fear, their skin covered in goosebumps.

One guard, young and lacking in firm will, burst into tears first, "This is a haunted place, what kind of haunted place is this..."

Once his sanity collapsed, it would be easy for evil spirits to take advantage and invade his body.

Nanli quickly placed a protective talisman on him and said, "Indeed, this is a haunted place, but with me here, I won’t let anything happen to you all."

As she spoke, her eyes narrowed, and she grasped the evil spirit out of thin air, subduing it.

The others calmed down slightly.

However, in the next moment, Nanli said, "Prepare yourselves, we need to fight our way out."

Xie Beihan didn’t understand, "Are there paper soldiers? I don’t see any."

"No paper soldiers, but there are evil spirits."

Nanli quickly formed hand seals, and golden light flashed, allowing them to temporarily see the ghosts.

As they blinked, they could already see dozens of hovering figures, tongues three inches long or pierced by multiple swords, with their intestines spilling out.

There were other gruesome sights that made Xie Beihan and the others roll their eyes and faint directly.

Nanli’s face turned dark as a pot bottom.

She quickly set up a talisman formation to protect them and pinched their acupoints.

Trembling, they huddled together, "Miss, we don’t want to fight our way out, let’s wait here until dawn..."

"The resentment here is heavy. If you stay here for one night, at best, your minds will become muddled, at worst, you’ll die here, and your souls will be trapped."

Nanli said expressionlessly.

They looked at each other, unable to shed tears anymore.

Weakly, Xie Beihan asked, "If our souls are trapped here, what... what will happen?"

"Endless torment, unable to be reincarnated." Nanli said in a deep voice, "Listen, just treat them as enemies to be killed.

As long as we subdue them, there will be a way out."

The vengeful spirits of Ling Jian Sect were overwhelmed by resentment, only wanting to use the living as their scapegoats.

Nanli had no choice but to fight fire with fire.

Xie Beihan swallowed nervously, "But we don’t have peach wood swords."

"That’s simple." Nanli took out the Tianxing Brush and drew talismans on their sword blades.

The vengeful spirits were already tearing at the protective talisman, and Nanli’s forehead was covered in sweat as she tried to move faster.

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Meanwhile, outside Ling Jian Sect. A squad of black-armored guards stood on both sides.

Qing Feng pushed Ye Siheng to the front, but due to the uneven road, they couldn’t move forward any further.

Moonlight glistens like ice, while the wind blowing from within resembles that of an ice cellar.

The peach wood bracelet on the left wrist of Ye Siheng emits a faint warmth.

His slender, sharp black eyes narrow as he commands, "Assist me inside."

"Prince, but your legs..." Qing Feng furrows his brows.

The prince’s legs are not devoid of sensation; rather, with each step he takes, it feels as if he is walking on knives.

Ye Siheng dismisses the idle talk and slowly rises from his wheelchair, propping himself up without assistance.

Alarmed, Qing Feng quickly lends support.

However, after merely two steps, beads of sweat forming on Ye Siheng’s forehead.

Yet, his brows remain unfurrowed.

Upon entering the Ling Jian Sect, a chilling wind immediately sweeps through. The peach wood bracelet grows even hotter, but as the chilling wind approaches, it is swiftly dispersed, unable to come near Ye Siheng’s body.

"I, the current Prince Yu, demand the presence of the Ling Jian Sect’s master," Ye Siheng stands tall, exuding an imposing presence.

His deep, indifferent black eyes possess an aura of invincibility. As a gust of cold wind rises, both Ye Siheng and Qing Feng’s garments flutter in the air.

The sect master of Ling Jian reveals himself, his head detached from his body, held in his right hand. He speaks disdainfully, "When I last saw you, you were but a spirited young lad. Never did I expect you to become a cripple."

Having spent a long time as a ghost, the sect master possesses extraordinary ghostly power, allowing him to manifest in front of others. Ye Siheng remains unperturbed and calmly states, "I have an important person inside. I request that the master release her."

"Is it that woman?" the Ling Jian master sneered.

"Yes, it is her."

Instantly, the sect master’s brows furrow in anger, "I also want her gone. She has taken away many of my disciples! She nearly beat several of them to the brink of death. She is truly despicable!"

They had already suffered a tragic fate in their previous lives, and now, even in death, they continue to suffer.

Qing Feng chuckles softly.

"Are you tired of living, boy?" the enraged sect master glares at Qing Feng.

Qing Feng quickly suppresses his laughter and says, "Sect master, if that’s the case, you should quickly clear the way and let her out. That young lady possesses unparalleled Daoist skills. Do you really want all the disciples to perish?"

"I would love to, but a sorcerer came earlier and set up a formation. If they try to break it, they will either die inside or we will all be scattered souls," the Ling Jian Sect master’s ghostly face turns grave.

Finally, Ye Siheng furrows his brows, "He is indeed a ruthless individual."

He must be the one who taught Xie Beizhe the Seven Kill Formation.

"Therefore, I must apologize in advance!" the Ling Jian Sect master says, "I cannot bear to see my disciples become scattered souls. Once the formation is broken, you can come in and collect their bodies."

The ghostly figures begin to dissipate.

However, Ye Siheng declares, "You have lingered here for many years, seeking revenge and retribution. I have already discovered the culprit."

As he speaks, numerous resentful spirits gather around. Qing Feng can only see the Ling Jian Sect master, but he can sense the intensifying coldness, causing him to shiver.

Drawing closer, the detached head hovers in mid-air, "You lied to me! How could you care about the grudges of my Ling Jian Sect? Yes Siheng, you are filled with falsehoods, all for the sake of saving the one you hold dear!"

"I have never uttered a lie. The reason your Ling Jian Sect suffered such a calamity was because you saved those abducted girls. The mastermind behind the abductions was none other than the former leader of Dali Court, Zhou Sheng.

Fearing exposure, he hired assassins to annihilate your Ling Jian Sect," Ye Siheng reveals.