The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife-Chapter 509: You Think You’re the Only One Who Can Cast Spells? I Can Too

Chapter 509: You Think You’re the Only One Who Can Cast Spells? I Can Too

"You’re not taking my man." Nanli shouted as she activated a talisman.

The man in the blue robe initially dismissed it, but to his surprise, the talisman’s power was formidable, directly severing his silver light! Ye Siheng began to fall.

From the side, a figure dashed out and caught Ye Siheng securely.

Qing Feng was excited, "Princess, I’ve got the prince back!"

As they landed, Nanli quickly took out the Heaven Star Brush and drew a talisman. The formation activated, and she bit her finger, swearing an oath with her own blood. As long as she remained alive, the formation would not break!

"Stay inside and take good care of the prince," Nanli ordered.

Qing Feng nodded, "Understood, Princess!"

At this point, he knew better than to add to her troubles.

The man in the blue robe grew angry, "You’re asking for death!"

Nanli chuckled, "Who dies isn’t decided yet."

The man in the blue robe, enraged by her taunts, manipulated his whip again, lashing it toward Nanli at a blinding speed.

Zhi Mi and the others watched wide-eyed, their hearts racing.

One strike. If she couldn’t block just one strike, Nanli’s power would greatly diminish, and her life would be at risk!

Yet, Nanli’s movements were fluid, dancing effortlessly amidst the whip’s relentless assault.

The man in the blue robe became increasingly alarmed. Even though Nanli excelled in talisman crafting, she was still a mortal. Without a solid physical foundation and without spiritual energy to support her, how was she keeping up with him for so many moves?

Gradually, his whip technique faltered, and his strength waned.

Nanli smirked, and using a teleportation talisman, appeared right in front of the man.

"You... you..." The man’s eyes widened in shock, speechless.

"How about what?" Nanli snorted, "You think you’re the only one who can cast spells? I can too."

The man’s gaze dropped. At some point, Nanli’s Dark Moon Sword had become enveloped in runes.

A dispersal curse?!

How could a mortal possibly know this?

If it were just the Dark Moon Sword, he could block it with his physical and spiritual strength. But with the dispersal curse, it was a different story!

He hastily tried to teleport away, only to find Nanli matching his movements step for step!

He attempted to cast another teleportation spell, but found his spiritual energy depleted!

Regret washed over him. When he first descended to the mortal world, he had arrogantly looked down on these people and wanted to show off, which led him to waste a lot of spiritual energy on forming a whip.

Nanli had seen right through him, "I thought you were tough, but turns out you’re just a show-off."

She kicked him hard, sending him tumbling to the ground. Coughing twice, he hurriedly summoned his sword from his Qiankun Bag.

The sword glowed faintly in his hand as he tried to defend himself.

Though his limited spiritual energy could somewhat resist the dispersal curse, he couldn’t withstand Nanli’s raw physical strength!

Her overwhelming power made him lose his grip on the sword, and his chest heaved as his blood churned violently.

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

Nanli sidestepped the spray, her expression filled with disdain, her disgust evident.

Seeing this, the man flipped over, attempting to escape on his sword.

But as soon as he looked up, Nanli appeared in front of him again!

Why couldn’t he get rid of her?

"You made threats. Isn’t this supposed to be a fight to the death? Why are you trying to run?" Nanli raised an eyebrow.

"I... I have urgent business. Let’s fight another day." The man in the blue robe had lost all of his previous bravado.

"You used a spell to hide your face, so I can’t recognize you. How will we fight again if I don’t know who you are?" Nanli smirked, a sinister glint in her eye.

Her red lips parted slightly as she added, "If we fight, it’s now."

The man wanted to cough up blood again. He’d love to fight now, but with his spiritual energy nearly gone, how could he?

Who was this woman? How did she, a mere mortal, seem to have limitless power?

With her first strike, she broke his face-concealing spell. The fog covering his face dissipated, revealing a young and ordinary-looking man.

But his dwindling spiritual energy made him appear even more pitiful.

"I’ll ask you this. Why are you here to capture my prince? Under whose orders?" Nanli pointed the Dark Moon Sword directly at his dantian.

Cold sweat poured down the man’s face. "You... you’re ruthless!"

Was she really going to destroy his dantian?

Nanli looked down at him coldly. "Such hypocrisy. Didn’t you try to cripple my junior brother earlier? Why is it that you can act ruthlessly, but I can’t destroy your dantian and strip you of your powers?"

The man choked on his words.

He gritted his teeth, and finally, in desperation, said, "If you harm me, my master won’t let you off!"

"Oh, you have a master? With your meager abilities, I thought you were self-taught," Nanli mocked. "If I were your master, I’d cough up blood and shout to the heavens for taking on such a useless disciple."

The man’s face turned red, then white. "You... your tongue is too sharp!"

"Not only am I sharp-tongued, but I’m also ruthless."

As she finished speaking, Nanli thrust her sword toward his dantian.

"Master!" the man shouted in terror, closing his eyes.

At that moment, a strange phenomenon appeared in the sky. The wind howled, and snow began to fall, blinding everyone.

Before anyone arrived, a silver light suddenly appeared, stopping Nanli’s Dark Moon Sword in its tracks, preventing it from moving any further.

Nanli found she could neither push the sword forward nor pull it back, and beads of sweat formed on her forehead.

"This unworthy disciple will be punished by his master. No need for you to intervene," said a calm, echoing voice.

A figure descended, standing on the wall. Dressed in flowing gray and white robes, his face was also obscured by a fog-like spell.

His posture was upright, exuding an otherworldly, immortal-like aura.

Knowing he came from the Immortal World, Nanli understood that one could not judge his age merely by appearance, but his aura was far superior to that of his disciple. They were clearly not on the same level.

Nanli asked, "And how will you discipline him, sir?"

The gray-robed immortal didn’t move, but with a flick of his hand, the silver light withdrew, allowing Nanli to retrieve her Dark Moon Sword. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

He chuckled lightly, then summoned a silver light that lashed at the man in the blue robe, leaving a bloody mark.

He turned back to Nanli, "Does that suffice?"

Nanli was inwardly shaken. He was on an entirely different level from her.

Her expression darkened, but she said nothing.

Though injured, the man in the blue robe quickly got up, brushing off the dirt.

With his backer present, his arrogance returned. "Master, she stopped me from taking the immortal--"

His words were abruptly cut off.

The gray-robed immortal had cast a silence spell on him.

"Do you not understand what can and cannot be said?" he asked coldly.

Sensing his master’s killing intent, the man quickly dropped to his knees and admitted his wrongs.

The gray-robed immortal scanned the area, his gaze lingering on Ye Siheng before shifting to Qing Feng.

Inwardly, he thought, That one really got what he wanted...

Clearing his thoughts, he spoke with a calm tone. "Young lady, your prince’s soul has not fully returned to his body. If this continues, his soul will separate from him permanently. However, he is destined for the Immortal World. I can take him there, where spiritual energy will cleanse his body and allow his soul to return. Please remove your blood-pledge formation."