The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife-Chapter 862: Old Bald Donkey, You Must Die Too!

"Such a nuisance!" Qingwu swept Sima Xin aside with a flick of his sleeve. "Can’t you see the situation right now?!"

Sima Xin barely steadied herself.

Fuming with frustration, she looked again—Qingwu had already chased after his target and vanished from sight.

"Madam, should we assist the Venerable Master and..." an elder cautiously suggested.

Sima Xin regained her composure. "We’ve already lost the initiative."

Pursuing now would be pointless.

She decided to head to Jialan Celestial Mountain to check on her son’s condition.

Meanwhile, Qingwu pushed himself to the limit, catching only a fleeting glimpse of Nanli.

His heart sank, resolved that this time she must not escape again.

His sword unsheathed.

Its intent was sharp and unrelenting.

In the night sky, it gleamed with silvery light, fiercely cutting through the air.

With a flick of two fingers, over a hundred sword intents surged forth, faster than he was, racing toward Nanli’s back.

Cinian, still clutched in her grasp, turned and saw the sword intents, shouting urgently, "It’s Qingwu’s sword intent!"

Nanli didn’t glance back—she’d already sensed the brutal killing intent behind her.

Raising an eyebrow, she said, "Qingwu’s used up a lot of spiritual energy today. His sword intent is much weaker now."

"But facing him head-on, you’re still no match," Cinian yelled. "Fly faster!"

He didn’t want to end up a pincushion.

Nanli chuckled. "Didn’t you just tell me to slow down?"

Cinian snapped, "Is the situation the same now?!"

If he could muster any spiritual energy, he’d have bolted already.

"Don’t worry, my driving skills are top-notch," Nanli paused, then corrected herself, "I mean, my sword-flying skills are top-notch."

Cinian felt a chill down his spine—too frantic to care about her wordplay, he screamed for her to hurry.

At his urging, Nanli indeed picked up speed.

But ahead, more figures appeared.

It was the Chi family and House Sima cultivators.

They’d been chasing the Bai family and sensed someone approaching from behind. Before they could get a clear look, that person barreled straight into them.

Wha... what was happening?!

Those with weaker sword-flying skills were knocked aside by her collision.

Some managed to stabilize and keep flying.

But then, countless sword intents roared in from behind. Packed tightly together, they couldn’t dodge.

Qingwu directed his sword intents straight at Nanli, who veered abruptly into the crowd, the intents naturally following her.

The sword intents pierced through the cultivators’ bodies. Though slightly weakened, they relentlessly tracked Nanli.

The cultivators screamed in agony.

One by one, they fell.

Gazing at Qingwu’s figure, they struggled to choke out, "W-Why..."

Qingwu gritted his teeth, knowing Nanli had done this on purpose, but he was powerless to stop it—he could only keep chasing.

"Nanli, you vile wench!"

He focused his mind, summoning even more sword intents.

From all directions, they locked onto Nanli.

"Qingwu, you’re the one who struck—why blame me now?" Nanli scoffed.

Even carrying someone, she flew swiftly, the sword intents barely keeping pace.

Qingwu faltered, then said, "Don’t you want to settle our grudge, Nanli?! Let’s fight!"

"When I’m ready to settle it, I’ll find you myself," she replied. She wasn’t foolish—why face him now when she couldn’t win?

Qingwu let out a cold laugh. "Then let me tell you this: back then, I used a disguise technique to trick you, but you should know that for a flawless disguise, one needs a drop of the person’s heart-blood."

Nanli’s form visibly stiffened.

The sword intents drew closer.

Qingwu rejoiced inwardly.

As expected, her weakness was Siheng!

He pressed on, "It was Siheng. He knew your secrets. He couldn’t bear to see the Immortal World lose all its spiritual energy in the future, so he suggested using your inner core and flesh to nourish the Spirit Tree! But he cared for you and couldn’t do it himself, so he gave me his heart-blood to act in his stead."

Nanli gave no response.

But within her, Yun Jianchu burst into wild laughter. "So this is the real truth! Nanli, I’m the one who won!"

Nanli ignored Qingwu, but couldn’t resist rolling her eyes at Yun Jianchu. "He’s a fool, fine—but how are you still so brainless?"

"What did you say?!"

"Can you trust his words?" Nanli said.

"If you don’t believe him, why did your heart just ache so sharply?" Yun Jianchu thought she was just being stubborn.

Nanli gazed into the dark ahead. "I ached for him. He’d just repaired the Demon Ruin’s rift, his spiritual energy and soul still unrecovered, when his subordinate betrayed him."

His heart-blood—how much that must have hurt.

Yun Jianchu couldn’t stand it. "Stop deluding yourself!"

Nanli ignored her, veering in a new direction.

Qingwu, earlier blinded by rage, now calmed slightly and sensed something amiss.

After chasing so long, why hadn’t he seen the Bai family?

His mind jolted as he quickly realized Nanli’s ruse.

She’d lured him here, killed those cultivators, then swiftly changed course, flying elsewhere.

The night was too dark, and his focus solely on her, so he hadn’t noticed.

Now he was miles away from the Bai family!

"Nanli!" Qingwu roared. "You dare toy with me? What do you take me for?!"

His fury erupted fully, spiritual energy surging wildly, fierce and untamed.

This was the true might of Great Achievement.

Nanli knew he was going all out. The air around her churned, slowing her flight.

Cinian, already uncomfortable being carried, had briefly steadied, but now swayed violently again.

The sword intents converged.

Nanli was surrounded on all sides.

Her expression hardened. She stopped, turning to face him.

"Qingwu, you’ve lost your mind. Wasting so much spiritual energy tonight will damage your true essence—you won’t recover for a century or two."

"As long as I kill you, it’s all worth it!"

Qingwu, humiliated by her tricks time and again, had run out of patience.

Even if his cultivation suffered, delaying his ascension, he’d kill Nanli and eradicate the threat!

Nanli smiled, drawing a Talisman. "Looks like we’re settling life and death today."

Cinian shouted, "Benefactor Nanli, if you’re going to duel, put me down first—I can’t hinder you!"

"Old bald donkey, you must die too!" Qingwu raised a hand, and thousands of sword intents surged toward them.

The momentum was overwhelming.

Winds howled fiercely.

Nanli activated the Talisman, but Qingwu didn’t care, boasting arrogantly, "Useless, Nanli! With your current cultivation, no Talisman can stop my sword intent!"

"Not necessarily," Nanli laughed lightly.

The Talisman left her hand, golden runes flaring.

Qingwu thought she had some formidable Talisman to match him. But looking closer, he exploded in rage. "Nanli, you coward!"

It was a Transfer Talisman!

As the sword intents descended, Nanli, clutching Cinian, vanished without a trace.