The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife-Chapter 857: A Spirit Boat? I Want to Pilot It!

Bai Peng shot a disdainful look. "Do I need you to remind me? Sheltering you lot, I packed up our belongings ages ago."

He’d long prepared for an unexpected getaway.

Cinian couldn’t help but roll his eyes. "Well, aren’t you clever?"

The Bai family gearing up to flee wasn’t a quiet affair.

The Chi family’s hidden spies spotted it and moved to relay the news back.

As one pulled out a Telestone, a sharp burst of spiritual energy streaked in, swiftly taking out a spy lurking in a corner.

The strike came from Bai Xiuyou.

She didn’t glance at the body on the ground, simply recalling her magical treasure.

Without pause, she headed elsewhere to assist.

The Chi family had deployed plenty of spies, tucked away in inconspicuous spots, but the Bai family hadn’t stood in Jiuzhou Town for years by being soft.

A few Talismans were enough to pinpoint and eliminate the spies’ hiding places.

With Bai Xiuyou’s help, they soon wiped out the Chi family’s scouts.

A Bai clansman reported, "Fifth Miss, the spies report their safety every quarter-hour. We don’t have much time left."

"It’s enough," Bai Xiuyou said. "They’re waiting at the west gate—let’s break out through the east."

Back at the Bai estate, most had finished packing and gathered in the front courtyard.

Since the upheaval in the Immortal World, Bai Peng had heeded his second daughter’s advice, keeping the clan ready to flee at a moment’s notice. Herbs, pills, treasures, spirit stones—all valuables were packed, ready to grab in Qiankun Bags and go.

Even the Spirit Boat had been secretly repaired, just in case.

Bai Xiuyou’s eyes lit up at the sight of the Spirit Boat. "I’ll pilot it!"

She eagerly moved to board.

The Bai clansmen panicked, quickly surrounding the Spirit Boat to block her.

One, nearly in tears, pleaded, "Fifth Miss, spare us!"

This Fifth Miss was free-spirited at best, reckless at worst—heedless of others’ lives.

If she piloted, they’d be dead before reaching the Human World.

Bai Xiuyou’s face darkened. "We’re fleeing now. The faster the Spirit Boat goes, the better our chances. Dawdle, and you low-powered lot will be slaughtered by the Chi family. Tell me, who in the Bai family flies it better than me?"

Silence fell.

Bai Xiuwan stepped in to mediate. "Everyone, let Fifth Sister pilot. Her guards are top-notch—she’ll keep us safe."

With the steady Second Miss speaking, the clansmen couldn’t object further.

Bai Xiuwan still cautioned her sister, urging care since the boat carried the old and young.

Bai Xiuyou nodded, her expression unusually serious. "Don’t worry, Second Sister."

Cinian seized the moment to push Yun Shen aboard. "Your spiritual power’s low—you can’t fight with us. Stay on the boat and listen to Fifth Miss."

Bai Xiuyou eyed Yun Shen with a smirk. "Disobey, and I’ll kick you off myself."

As a man, Yun Shen bristled, wanting to join Cinian’s group.

But Cinian shoved him firmly aboard, whispering, "Think of your master."

Yun Shen couldn’t risk himself—how else would they storm Seven Peaks Sect later?

Calming down, he said, "Zen Master, I understand."

The Bai family was ready.

But Bai Peng was still shaking a young-looking man nearby—his uncle, Bai Hao.

"Uncle!" Bai Peng sweated. "At a time like this, don’t doze off!"

Bai Hao mumbled groggily, eyes half-closed. "It’s not dawn yet..."

Bai Xiangyu grew frantic. "Great-Uncle! The Bai family’s in grave danger!"

Bai Hao smacked his lips and drifted back to sleep.

They debated stuffing him onto the Spirit Boat and calling it done.

Without Bai Hao’s help, today’s battle would be uncertain.

Bai Xiuwan had a solution. Approaching, she struck hard with a palm.

Sensing danger, Bai Hao instinctively unleashed spiritual energy, blocking her strike and pushing her back several meters.

He snapped awake.

Seeing the clan gathered, armed and ready, he scratched his head. "What’s going on? What’s this commotion?"

Time was running out.

"No time to explain, Great-Uncle. When the Chi family comes, just cut down anyone you see," Bai Xiangyu said.

Bai Hao perked up at the mention of fighting, but then spotted the Spirit Boat and lost it.

"A Spirit... Spirit Boat?! I want to pilot it! Let me!"

Bai Xiuyou leapt aboard first, seizing the controls. "Sorry, Great-Uncle, this Spirit Boat’s mine today."

"Damn it! I want to fly the Spirit Boat!" Bai Hao yelled. "Respect your elders—get down!"

Bai Xiuyou stuck out her tongue. "Great-Uncle, you stick to chopping people."

Bai Hao charged, ready to yank her off.

Cinian couldn’t bear it anymore and grabbed him. "Amitabha, I’d kneel if I could—just go already!"

Any more delay, and once the Chi family reacted, how would they break out?

"Uncle, at your age, think of the bigger picture!" Bai Peng urged. "Without you, we can’t break their Twelve Heartstrings Melody!"

Bai Hao straightened, stroking his sparse beard.

Clearing his throat, he said, "True, the Bai family’s relied on me all these years."

Bai Peng rolled his eyes inwardly but agreed. "Uncle’s right—it’s all thanks to you!"

Bai Hao waved a sleeve grandly. "As long as I can fight, I’ll protect the Bai family!"

"Enough talk—let’s go!" Cinian snapped, at his limit. freēwēbnovel.com

At Bai Peng’s command, the Bai family sprang into action.

Jiuzhou Town’s gates were too small for the Spirit Boat to pass.

To escape with it, they’d need to tear a gap in the city’s protective array.

This task fell to the Bai elders, who’d combine their spells—a process taking some time.

As they reached the rooftops to breach the array, the commotion was noticeable.

The Chi family spotted the glowing runes above the Bai estate in the dark, shining brightly.

They reacted instantly. "Trouble! The Bai family’s onto us—move now!"

Already prepared, they surged forward at the first sign of disturbance.

But halfway there, Bai Peng led his clansmen, and Cinian his disciples, intercepting the Chi family with a deadly ambush.

As Buddha Cultivators, Cinian’s group shouldn’t kill, but the situation left no room for mercy.

After each kill, they’d silently chant "Amitabha."