The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife-Chapter 508: Protecting Her Husband--This Guy is from the Immortal World!

Chapter 508: Protecting Her Husband--This Guy is from the Immortal World!

The man in the blue robe stood tall, exuding an aura of dominance. His headpiece, resembling jade but not quite, shimmered with a faint glow, adding to his otherworldly presence.

Ming Qin, feeling utterly outmatched, stammered, "W-Who are you?!"

The blue-robed man turned slightly, his face obscured by a mysterious fog. His voice dripped with disdain. "A mere mortal like you isn’t worthy of speaking to me."

Ming Qin froze, his eyes widening in shock.

He couldn’t see the blue-robed man’s face--it was as if a veil of mist obscured it, concealing his features completely. Realizing the terrifying power gap between them, he stepped back, his heart pounding. This man could likely crush him effortlessly with a mere flick of his finger.

"Sir... uh, please... feel free," Ming Qin stammered, his tongue tangled as he took several steps backward.

The blue-robed man had expected this reaction, letting out a soft, disdainful hum. These mortals were always so quick to shy away from danger. He raised a hand, his sleeve brushing through the air, stirring up only a gentle breeze without breaking the barrier.

Ming Qin sighed in relief--of course, he thought, this barrier was nearly impenetrable. Even the Ninth Princess would struggle to break it. Surely this man would find it impossible as well.

But then, to his astonishment, the blue-robed man formed a rapid series of hand seals, bringing his fingers together, from which a silver light shot forth, piercing the barrier. The light spread swiftly, causing fine cracks to appear across the array!

Ming Qin froze, barely daring to breathe. In mere moments, the silver light shattered the protective enchantment with a deafening blast, a fierce wind slicing through the air as the spell collapsed. Blinding silver light filled the space, forcing Ming Qin to shield his eyes with his sleeve.

When the light finally faded and the cold wind stilled, he looked again to see the barrier completely broken.

The blue-robed man subtly exhaled. Thankfully, he had trained in the specific method to dispel this array; otherwise, today might have been humiliating indeed. He stepped forward, his gaze landing on Ye Siheng, who sat in meditation within the room.

A faint glow circled around Ye Siheng, gradually drawing inward, returning the ethereal energy to his mortal form as his celestial consciousness sealed away.

Celestial Sovereign, what is there to linger for in this mortal realm? Today, I shall bring you back. Without you, chaos would reign in the higher realms.

At that moment, Zhi Mi and the two Mings arrived, stopping short at the sight of the shattered barrier. Zhi Mi’s eyes widened in shock, realizing the gravity of the situation. But seeing that the Ninth Prince remained unharmed within the chamber, he deduced that this stranger was likely not here with lethal intentions.

"Take one more step and I won’t be so polite!" Zhi Mi shouted, pulling out a Heaven Thunder Talisman as a warning.

The man turned, unimpressed. "A Heaven Thunder Talisman? Drawn by a mere mortal? Child, it’s useless against me. Step aside if you don’t want to die."

Zhi Mi remained firm, "I won’t let you take the Ninth Prince!"

Ming Qin pulled at Zhi Mi’s sleeve, "Didn’t you hear him? He’s beyond our ability to fight. We need to stand down."

The two Ming brothers exchanged uncertain glances. The man had cloaked himself so thoroughly in magic that they couldn’t discern his true identity. Still, his effortless destruction of the formation told them all they needed to know--he was far beyond their league.

Zhi Mi, stubborn as ever, refused to retreat. "No! As long as I’m here, he won’t touch the Ninth Prince!"

The blue-robed man lifted his chin slightly, his finger deftly slicing through the Heaven Thunder Talisman in Zhi Mi’s grasp. In an instant, the talisman was torn to shreds, and all that remained in Zhi Mi’s hand was a small, useless scrap of yellow paper.

Zhi Mi froze, staring at the remnants drifting to the ground.

How did he do that? The sheer power of this stranger’s technique was overwhelming. His mind reeled, realizing just how outmatched he was.

"Little Taoist," the blue-robed man said coolly, "it’s wise to know one’s limits. I intend to take him, and no one can stop me."

With that, he released a beam of silver light that gently encircled Ye Siheng, slowly lifting him into the air.

Zhi Mi’s heart clenched--he couldn’t let this happen. Without hesitation, he drew his peachwood sword and leapt forward, aiming to sever the silver light holding Ye Siheng aloft.

The blue-robed man’s gaze turned frosty at Zhi Mi’s persistence. He had merely intended to immobilize the young Taoist, but a burning resentment flickered in his heart, stoked by his memories of the calamity that had ravaged the immortal realms. The underworld fires had scorched entire regions, and their malevolent flames still smoldered, leaving him with an unsettled fury.

To him, Zhi Mi’s movements were painfully slow, like that of a snail. With a single motion, a stream of silver light shot forth, binding Zhi Mi’s hands and suspending him mid-air, his sword falling uselessly from his grasp.

The young Taoist was left dangling, unable to break free, his determination overshadowed by the overwhelming might of the stranger before him.

The blue-robed man smirked, his eyes gleaming with cold amusement. "Little Taoist, that peachwood sword of yours is hardly a match. Why don’t you try my whip instead?"

With that, he summoned a long silver whip into his hand. At his incantation, ancient runes began to glow along its length, spiraling like ethereal chains.

Zhi Mi’s face blanched as he recognized the markings. "Is...is that the Spirit-Scattering Curse?!"

The Spirit-Scattering Curse was infamous in the cultivation world. Designed as punishment, it shattered a cultivator’s spiritual power, crippling their strength and leaving them defenseless. For someone like him, still mortal, the blow would do more than scatter his meager power--it could destroy his very life force, leaving him crippled and broken.

"You’re knowledgeable for a little Taoist," the blue-robed man sneered, cracking the whip in the air, the sharp sound slicing through the silence.

"No! Zhi Mi, we warned you not to provoke him!" Ming Qin’s voice was reproachful, but despite his words, he and his brothers clasped their hands together in a defensive gesture, preparing to shield Zhi Mi from the blow. As a junior disciple of the Ninth Princess and a talented one at that, they couldn’t bear to see him ruined.

Yet their collective skills were modest at best, and together they could only just barely withstand the force. Beads of sweat broke out on their foreheads, their bodies shook, and blood poured from the corners of their mouths--they were already suffering severe internal injuries!

Only now did regret flood Zhi Mi’s heart. His eyes turned red and wet with emotion as he shouted, "Don’t worry about me! Just leave me alone!"

All three coughed up more blood.

The blue-robed man watched with disinterest, and with a slight flick of his wrist, his whip shattered their fragile defense as if it were nothing.

"Stubborn fools," he muttered. One after another, the whip lashed forward, aiming to strike down all four of them, the punishing energy roaring as it descended.

Just then--

A beam of golden light, and a figure swiftly appeared.

She moved with a graceful, resolute stride, her presence fierce against the wind. Her delicate face radiated a sharp, frosty determination, and in her hand, she held the Dark Moon Sword, intercepting the whip imbued with enchantments!

Gusts of wind whipped around them, their robes billowing.

"Senior Sister!" Zhi Mi cried out, his voice nearly breaking.

"Ninth Princess! You’re finally back!" The three disciples, blood-streaked and clutching each other, wept with joy.

The blue-robed man was taken aback at Nanli’s sudden appearance.

Nanli’s brow furrowed, and seizing the moment, she darted forward and thrust her sword! Her momentum was like thunder.

The blue-robed man realized the danger only as the Dark Moon Sword neared his chest. He knew well that although this was only a peachwood sword, wielded by Nanli, its power was anything but ordinary!

But he remained calm.

The Dark Moon Sword pierced through empty air, as he had instantly teleported to Nanli’s right side, swinging his whip once more.

Seeing his movement, Nanli’s heart sank. This man was from the Immortal World! Had he come to capture Ye Siheng for shooting that arrow to the heavens, intending to haul him back for interrogation and punishment?

Despite the flurry of thoughts, she held her sword steady, blocking the second strike!

Yet the whip, composed of spiritual energy and reinforced with incantations, struck with such force that the air trembled, the wind raging even stronger.

After withstanding two blows, Nanli’s hand had begun to numb.

The blue-robed man stepped back five paces, sizing her up. For most people, those two strikes would have left them crumpled on the ground, yet she remained upright, eyes fierce as ever.

Sensing the dwindling spiritual energy in her dantian, he sneered, "I won’t waste any more time with you today."

With a dismissive huff, he moved to take Ye Siheng away directly.