The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife-Chapter 864: Truly a Pair of Uncle and Nephew

Bai Peng gripped the side of the Spirit Boat, his patience exhausted. "Uncle, this boat is full of gravely injured people, and you’re only thinking of your own fun, completely ignoring everyone else!"

His poor daughter...

She hadn’t been killed by the array, but now she might die at the hands of her own great-uncle!

Nanli landed on the Spirit Boat just in time to see Bai Peng fuming, looking ready to kick Bai Hao away.

"Uncle... you—Nanli?! You’re still alive?!" Bai Peng exclaimed, overjoyed.

Nanli’s mouth twitched. "Yes, thanks to you, I’m not dead yet."

Bai Peng gave an awkward smile, about to speak, but the Spirit Boat’s speed overwhelmed him. He quickly clutched the side to steady himself, fighting the urge to vomit.

Cinian, unable to use his spiritual energy, was already heaving violently off to the side.

Unable to speak, he tugged at Nanli’s skirt with his hand.

Stop Bai Hao.

They were safe now—no need to fly so fast.

Nanli walked steadily to Bai Hao’s side and said, "Your skills are impressive."

"Of course! In the Immortal World, when it comes to piloting a Spirit Boat, I’m second to none—no one dares claim first!" Bai Hao boasted confidently.

Nanli replied, "But at this speed, you’ve probably burned through half the Bai family’s spirit stones, right? Fellow cultivator, slow down a bit—leave some spirit stones for the Bai family."

Bai Hao’s smile froze.

He reluctantly eased off, reducing the Spirit Boat’s speed so it wouldn’t guzzle spirit stones so greedily.

"You’re Nanli?" Bai Hao eyed her up and down. "So young—quite a promising talent."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Nanli didn’t linger in conversation with him. Seeing Bai Peng and the others starting to recover, she asked, "Why’s my fourth brother missing?"

She was visibly concerned.

Cinian answered, "The Chi family only captured my disciples. Neither the Shi family nor the Bai family have news of Benefactor Chu Yang—he should be safe for now."

Shanxun, flying close to the Spirit Boat, added, "Benefactor Nanli, didn’t Benefactor Chu Yang carry one of your exquisite Talismans? Shouldn’t you be able to track him with it?"

Nanli’s expression grew serious. "For some reason, the exquisite Talisman on fourth brother has been removed, so I can’t sense his location anymore."

Cinian was startled. "That’s troubling—could he be in danger?"

Bai Peng chimed in, "Chu Yang? He’s got little skill but plenty of arrogance. Isn’t it normal for him to run into trouble? Nanli, you’d better brace yourself."

Nanli shot him a glare. "If you can’t speak properly, shut it."

"What’s wrong with me saying a couple of words?" Bai Peng bristled.

"Fine. Your Bai family all took my premium Wound-Healing Pills—either have them spit them out or pay me spirit stones now!"

"Hey, you heartless woman! Why are my Bai family injured in the first place? Isn’t it because we sheltered Cinian and his monks? They’re your people, and I haven’t even settled the score with you!" Bai Peng was incensed.

This escape hadn’t gone smoothly—his clan had suffered heavy casualties, and his son and daughter had nearly lost their lives.

What a massive loss!

"We’ll cross paths often enough—stop arguing..." Cinian mediated.

In this situation, how could he bring up compensating them with a Spirit Mine?

Bai Peng, stewing with frustration, wanted to keep complaining, but then Bai Xiuyou, groggy and weak, spat out another mouthful of blood.

"Xiuyou!" He supported his daughter. "How are you? Does it hurt a lot? Nanli, your Wound-Healing Pills are useless—you still dare ask for spirit stones?!"

"No..." Bai Xiuyou opened her eyes slightly. "You... you’re all too loud, disrupting my meditation..."

Bai Peng glared at Nanli. "Hear that?!"

"Father, you... you’re the loudest," Bai Xiuyou said.

"..." Bai Peng pursed his lips, took a deep breath, and softened his tone. "Alright, alright, I won’t stoop to her level—I won’t argue."

Bai Xiuyou tilted her head and drifted back to sleep.

Nanli found it curious. "Is she sleeping or meditating?"

"She’s a genius—sleeping is her meditation," Bai Peng said, raising his brows with pride.

He’d hoped to brag a bit, making Nanli jealous.

But Cinian interjected, "Benefactor Nanli, the Bai family’s weakest in pill refining—they lack good healing pills. Please help them out. Lord Bai’s shown loyalty this time, allowing me and my disciples to escape Jiuzhou Town safely."

Having his weakness exposed, Bai Peng’s face darkened instantly.

But Nanli’s earlier jab was just in jest—she wouldn’t actually abandon the Bai family.

"Wait a moment." She pulled out a bag of premium spirit stones and began absorbing their energy.

Bai Peng’s eyes widened, nearly shouting in shock, but he restrained himself to avoid startling his daughter.

Bai Hao leaned in, lips trembling. "These... these premium spirit stones are top-tier! Just a dozen or so could power the Spirit Boat for half an hour!"

The Bai family’s Spirit Mine had produced plenty of premium spirit stones.

Itching with envy, he said, "Fellow cultivator, I didn’t expect you to be so wealthy."

"It’s decent," Nanli replied humbly. Once her spiritual energy was replenished, she drew out her Heaven Star Brush and traced a sizable healing array.

This would speed up the Bai family’s recovery.

Bai Hao hadn’t imagined she was not only rich but skilled too.

He only regretted not being a thousand years younger!

No matter—he approached Bai Xiangyu, lifting his nephew’s chin to check his face. Seeing no disfigurement, he sighed in relief.

"Uncle, you..." Bai Peng sensed trouble brewing.

Bai Hao waved him off with a sleeve, silencing him, then grinned at Nanli. "Fellow cultivator Nanli, I think we’ve got some fate here—why not become family?"

"Uncle!" Bai Peng didn’t want further embarrassment.

Bai Hao, finding him in the way, kicked him off the boat.

"Fellow cultivator Nanli, look—Xiangyu’s just over two hundred years old and already mid-Golden Core, just like you, brimming with potential!" Bai Hao pitched eagerly. "Sure, he’s a bit banged up now, but clean him up, and he’s a handsome lad. You two together would make others green with envy."

His spiel was unstoppable—others couldn’t get a word in edgewise.

Nanli sighed helplessly. "You’d better find him another match."

"What? Is there something you don’t like?" Bai Hao’s face fell, displeased. "The Bai family’s roots run deep, and Xiangyu’s capable—worthy of you, no?"

Nanli rubbed her forehead. She considered revealing the earlier events but worried Bai Xiangyu might still be conscious. After a moment’s thought, she said, "My name’s no small thing in the Immortal World—how don’t you know I’ve long been married to Siheng?"

This way, she could spare the Bai family’s dignity.

Bai Hao blinked, then turned his temper on Bai Peng. "You little brat, why didn’t you tell me?!"

"Uncle, I wanted to, but I never got the chance!" Bai Peng flew back aboard, dizzy with frustration.

Yet the uncle and nephew were of one mind.

After his initial anger, Bai Hao’s expression shifted. "Siheng’s been gone so long—why wait for him? In the Immortal World, swapping partners is easier than eating a meal."