The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife-Chapter 903: I Shouldn’t Waste Time Asking You

Siheng still stared at her, the worry in his heart unable to fade away.

He regretted and blamed himself.

If he had woken up earlier, would she have had to endure so much?

But she wasn’t wrong either; this fragment of Demon Soul power was mild and didn’t pose much of a threat to her.

Right now, Qiao Nanyi was more important.

He let go of her and snapped out of his thoughts. "Was it also the work of the Protector?"

He didn’t know much about the Demon Clan.

Nanli nodded. "Yes, this Asura Blood Slaughter Palm is considered a superior technique within the Demon Clan. Only the royal family or protectors are qualified to practice it."

At this moment, she had already removed Qiao Nanyi’s clothes.

There was a large, gaping hole in his chest.

The edges were marked with red traces, slowly spreading out, burning into the flesh. It was a bloodied mess.

From the looks of it, the demonic energy had already entered his body, invading his veins.

Siheng looked at Qiao Nanyi’s condition, growing increasingly anxious.

"Is there any way to save him?"

It seemed that Qiao Nanyi had little chance of surviving.

Preserving his cultivation was secondary; the most important thing was to save his life.

Nanli, though heavy-hearted, didn’t panic. She quickly asked Yun Jianchu if he had any methods.

Yun Jianchu, bitter with resentment, replied, "Didn’t you just say I’m weak? I really don’t have any abilities and can’t help you."

Nanli was a Divine Sovereign. She had contributed to sealing the Demon Domain.

She was of the Asura Royal Clan, and having seen Siheng and Nanli jointly kill two protectors, if she helped, she would truly be a traitor, wouldn’t she?

Nanli sighed. "You’re right, I shouldn’t have wasted time asking you."

Saying this, she took out the Heaven Star Brush and sketched an Exorcism Talisman to temporarily suppress the demonic energy in Qiao Nanyi’s body.

With this, Qiao Nanyi could survive a little longer.

Then, she took out the Glassy Bottle. "Once I absorb the energy inside, perhaps I can think of a solution with my past life’s memories."

Siheng nodded. "Alright, I’ll guard you."

Nanli didn’t rush to absorb the energy; before helping others, she first had to ensure her own safety.

So, she checked thoroughly to confirm that the Glassy Bottle hadn’t been poisoned before sitting down to meditate.

She pricked her fingertip, and a drop of blood emerged.

The already dimly glowing Glassy Bottle trembled slightly, and then shone brilliantly.

Nanli focused, performing a hand seal.

The seal within the Glassy Bottle shattered, and the eerie blue light rushed out.

The entire underground cave was bathed in light, surreal and dreamlike.

The winds howled.

Siheng also felt the tremendous power, a flicker of excitement and exhilaration rising in his heart.

It was her original power, effortlessly flowing into her body under her control.

Probably due to the discomfort in her body and Dantian, she couldn’t help but let out a low growl.

Her hair fluttered around her face.

A divine imprint appeared on her forehead.

She was drenched in sweat, her brows furrowed tightly.

Siheng watched helplessly, unable to do anything.

He knew that in order for her to fully control this power, she would have to endure the pain of it merging with her blood and Dantian. This process wasn’t something she could simply push through.

With every crease in her brow, his heart twisted tighter.

His fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh, but he didn’t even feel the pain.

Because his whole heart was tied to Nanli.

He didn’t know how much time had passed, but gradually, the power was absorbed.

Her brows relaxed.

At this point, her body and Dantian were reinforced once again, reaching the late Nascent Soul stage!

Her appearance didn’t change much, but her aura had risen to a whole new level.

But she didn’t have time to rejoice, quickly sorting through her chaotic memories.

She was overjoyed.

Because the Glassy Bottle really contained a method for healing!

She approached Qiao Nanyi’s side and waved at Siheng. "Since this blow didn’t directly sever his heart vein, there’s still a chance. But I’ll need to use an Immortal Technique to suppress the Blood Slaughter Palm and extract the demonic energy from his body. Only then can he be saved."

Siheng understood her meaning.

She knew the method, but her strength hadn’t reached the required level, so he had to use this Immortal Technique.

"Alright, you explain," he said.

Nanli recited the incantation and demonstrated the hand seals for him.

The burn marks on Qiao Nanyi’s body were approaching his heart vein, and time was running out.

"This Immortal Technique is hard to learn, but do your best," she said.

Siheng nodded and began to practice the hand seals on his own.

Nanli had regained some of her power, and she drew another Exorcism Talisman.

Though it had more effect, it was still only a temporary measure.

In a little while, Qiao Nanyi would be beyond saving.

Even though she was anxious, she didn’t dare to urge Siheng.

Yun Jianchu, inside her body, mocked her. "Give it up, Qiao Nanyi will probably die, and Siheng still won’t be able to learn it."

Nanli thought to herself: if you’re not going to help, then shut up.

Yun Jianchu refused to stay quiet. "Nanli, don’t forget, we’re enemies, why would I help!"

Nanli retorted, "We’ve already made our bet, and you’ve lost. After you’re reunited with your son, I’ll expel and destroy you completely."

Yun Jianchu panicked. "No! After everything we’ve been through together, now you’re burning the bridge after crossing the river! Nanli, you can’t do this!"

Nanli replied, "You said it yourself, we’re enemies, we’re not on the same side, and it’s better to make that clear early on."

Yun Jianchu almost cried, then had no choice but to admit the truth. "It’s not that I don’t want to help, but you’re right. I really don’t know any healing methods."

Nanli rolled her eyes.

She had known from the beginning that Yun Jianchu’s greatest talent was talking.

Yun Jianchu didn’t dare to speak up anymore and weakly explained, "Though I’m a princess, my mother was a lowly palace maid, not a noblewoman of high status. So, I’ve never been favored by my father and haven’t had the chance to learn high-level techniques."

Nanli was aware of this.

Because the Asura Clan highly revered power, they only bred descendants with those who had similar talent and strength.

She said, "But I remember, you and Princess Xingmian share the same mother, the queen’s daughter, don’t you?"

Yun Jianchu replied, "For my father, that’s a shame. He killed my mother. If it weren’t for the fact that my elder sister and I were his only daughters, he probably would’ve killed me too. To avoid embarrassment, he claimed that I was the queen’s daughter."

If it were anyone else, Nanli might not have believed it.

But Yun Jianchu? She believed it with 90% certainty.

Thinking of this, Yun Jianchu exploded. "What do you mean?! If someone taught me, I wouldn’t be worse than my older sister!"

Nanli said, "You know very well. Your father kept you alive, but didn’t send anyone to teach you because he knew your bloodline. You can never master these high-level techniques in this life.

Simply put, he didn’t want to waste his energy on you."

Yun Jianchu choked, but since she didn’t even know how to cure the Blood Slaughter Palm, she didn’t argue back.