The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife-Chapter 873: Make Yan Luo’s Death More Miserable

Yan Luo tried to fly up to intervene.

But barely reaching midair, the Nascent Soul thunderclouds pressed down on her, leaving her breathless and trembling.

Too powerful!

With her current abilities, she couldn’t even get close.

She had no choice but to descend back to the ground.

The Penglai Island disciples had also woken up. Seeing someone undergoing a tribulation, they were stunned.

"This is... a Nascent Soul tribulation?"

Before they could even finish marveling at its might, Yan Luo lashed out, slapping one of them hard across the face.

Fuming with rage, her expression twisted venomously. "That’s Chu Yang! He must’ve used the power of the Crimson Nine Lands to leap straight to Nascent Soul!"

The disciple, caught off guard, felt his cheek swell painfully.

His cultivation had once surpassed Yan Luo’s, but because she was the Fourth Miss, he had to bow respectfully, swallowing curses and enduring blows without retaliation.

He quickly knelt. "Fourth Miss, please calm your anger!"

"That power was supposed to be mine!" Yan Luo stared at the thunderclouds and flashing lightning. Though her heart quaked, it burned with jealousy and longing.

And now, everything was ruined!

The disciples didn’t dare make a sound.

Their mission had failed—returning to Penglai Island would bring no reprieve.

"Clear a path for me!" Yan Luo suddenly made up her mind. "I’ll kill Chu Yang while he’s weakened from the tribulation!"

The disciples instantly understood what "clear a path" meant.

It was a death sentence for them!

A Nascent Soul tribulation was no trifling matter—they were only Golden Core cultivators, incapable of entering that zone.

Not to mention, Chu Yang was guarded by the Crimson Nine Lands.

They knew their leader, Elder Jiang, had died at its hands.

They began to backpedal:

"Fourth Miss, it’s too dangerous—we shouldn’t risk it."

"Right, why not report to Madam and let her stop Chu Yang instead?"

"We..."

Before the third could finish, Yan Luo drew a whip and lashed it viciously across his body.

But the disciple, sensing trouble, had already shielded himself with spiritual energy, minimizing the damage.

"Useless at your job, and you dare block with spiritual energy?"

Yan Luo’s fury flared, and she swung the whip again.

This time, she infused it with significant spiritual power, clearly intent on beating him to death.

The disciple, fed up, grabbed the whip, yanked Yan Luo toward him, and slapped her twice across the face.

Amid her pained cries, he kicked her in the stomach, sending her flying.

Yan Luo crashed into a large tree and fell, drenched in cold sweat from the pain. Propping herself up, she spat out a mouthful of blood.

Shocked and enraged, she screeched, "Shang Fei! Are you courting death, daring to strike me?!"

Shang Fei’s mind had gone blank for a moment.

Snapping back, he realized there was no turning back and unleashed his pent-up resentment. "Yan Luo, I’ve put up with you, you wretched woman, for far too long!"

"You... you dare curse me!" Yan Luo struggled to her feet, disheveled and furious. "Seize him! I’ll tear him to pieces!"

Only that could quench her hatred.

But the other disciples exchanged glances, unmoving.

This journey had been grueling, and Shang Fei had often protected them, ensuring their survival.

They couldn’t bring themselves to turn on him.

Yan Luo roared, "Are you rebelling? Ignoring my orders now?!"

One younger disciple spoke up. "Yan Luo, you just throw your weight around because of your powerful parents!"

"Exactly, I’ve tolerated you long enough—my wounds from your beating a few days ago haven’t even healed!"

"We failed the mission—returning to Penglai Island means death anyway. Why should we still obey you?"

"Right, we’ll follow Senior Brother Shang Fei!"

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The disciples grew more impassioned, refusing to endure Yan Luo’s torment any longer.

Yan Luo’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Her cultivation was pitiful—she couldn’t escape their grasp, especially injured as she was.

But she believed they were just momentarily deluded.

She sneered coldly, "What? You’re betraying me, betraying Penglai Island? You think you’ll survive outside it? Let me tell you—if you dare rebel, Penglai Island will issue a kill order immediately!"

A few disciples hesitated, their faces wavering.

Seeing this, Yan Luo smirked. "I knew you didn’t have the guts! Kill Shang Fei, and when you return to Penglai Island, I’ll plead leniency with Second Brother for your atonement."

The disciples had started to waver, but Yan Luo’s smug arrogance reignited their disgust and simmering anger.

Shang Fei showed no fear. "Junior Brothers, don’t listen to her. Penglai Island isn’t what it used to be—its strength has plummeted. Whether it’s Penglai Island, Jialan Celestial Mountain, or Seven Peaks Sect, they’re all clashing with Nanli. The Immortal World’s in chaos—do we really lack a way out?"

His lead rallied them, and they shouted their agreement.

A flicker of fear finally crept into Yan Luo’s heart.

She edged back. "You... don’t... don’t do something foolish."

Shang Fei advanced step by step. "Yan Luo, all this time, we’ve suffered under your torment. Now that we’re breaking from Penglai Island, we’ll take back everything we’re owed!"

Yan Luo trembled uncontrollably.

She’d lived her whole life sheltered by others—never had she faced such a scene.

She couldn’t fight them!

Right—Telestone!

There had to be Penglai Island or House Sima cultivators nearby.

But the moment she moved, Shang Fei’s whip coiled around her hand.

Yan Luo was flung again.

She crashed hard to the ground.

A younger disciple darted over, snatching her Qiankun Bag to stop her from calling for help.

Thunder rumbled overhead,

nearly drowning out Yan Luo’s pleas.

Shang Fei paused, raising an eyebrow. "Yan Luo, you’ve always humiliated us. Today, if you kneel and kowtow three times to each of us, I’ll spare your life."

Yan Luo’s face stiffened.

Kneel to these filthy men?

She refused!

But Shang Fei raised his sword.

Yan Luo caved. "I’ll kneel! I’ll kneel!"

Amid mocking laughter, she shakily performed the three kneels and nine kowtows to each one, her posture precise,not daring the slightest error.

Her heart seethed with hatred at its peak.

But powerless, she could only grit her teeth and endure.

Shang Fei and the others were thoroughly satisfied.

They’d never seen Yan Luo like this—doubling over with laughter, the grievances and shame of recent days melting away.

Yan Luo’s forehead was a bloody mess.

After the final kowtow,

she looked up eagerly. "Is... is that enough? Can I go now?"

But a glint flashed in Shang Fei’s eyes. He struck with a burst of spiritual energy, scarring Yan Luo’s face.

"Yan Luo, don’t you treasure this face most? Out here for days, you still made us fetch fresh dew to wash it. Now, I’ll ruin it! From here on, we’re even!"