The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife
Chapter 41: The Loss of a Few Strands of Soul

Chapter 41: The Loss of a Few Strands of Soul

The cloaked figure nodded repeatedly upon hearing those words, "Indeed, indeed."

Only those with a certain level of proficiency can successfully draw this formation.

Chu Nanli truly is a talented individual with profound skills!

As she finished drawing the formation, sweat beads formed on Nanli’s forehead, and she couldn’t help but breathe heavily.

"Hurry!" urged the cloaked figure immediately.

Nanli took out the Soul Locking Pouch and placed it at the center of the formation. Her hands swiftly formed intricate gestures, so fast that it seemed almost impossible to follow.

The surrounding atmosphere underwent a tremendous change, stirring up a fierce wind that filled the air with swirling dust, obscuring everyone’s vision.

It felt as if the gates of hell had opened, blocking out the stars and moon.

The wind turned bone-chilling, stinging the faces of those present.

Nanli’s complexion grew pale.

In the short time she spent manipulating the formation, her hands had started to tremble slightly, and her lips turned pale.

The cloaked figure’s eyes brightened as he saw a few strands of souls gathering.

He waited patiently for them to merge with the remnants of souls in the Soul Locking Pouch.

Just as he eagerly anticipated this moment, Nanli suddenly smashed a talisman and exclaimed, "Off you go!"

Instantly, a gateway to the underworld appeared at the designated spot, ready to draw in the summoned souls and the remaining souls in the pouch. T

he cloaked figure was taken aback.

If the remaining souls entered the underworld, there would be no chance of merging them.

He immediately reached out to grab and protect the remaining souls in the pouch, while the other few strands of souls returned to the underworld, rendering all their efforts in vain!

"Chu Nanli !" the cloaked figure shouted angrily, "Kill her!"

Chu Nanli had already used the Xuanyue Sword to break through the fire formation surrounding Chu Shuo.

The archers immediately aimed their arrows at them, but with a cold expression on her face, Nanli slapped the ground with a talisman,

"Burrow!"

The ground instantly split open, creating a large hole, and Nanli and Chu Shuo disappeared into the ground, leaving no trace.

The arrows naturally missed their target.

"Sir, what should we do?" one of the archers asked the cloaked figure.

Gritting his teeth, the cloaked figure replied, "Using the Burrow talisman consumes a considerable amount of energy. She won’t be able to hold on for long."

These talismans were quite formidable.

He hadn’t expected Nanli to be capable of using them.

He had underestimated her.

However, he was prepared.

He threw a silver bell, infused it with power through hand seals, and the bell led the way.

"Chase!" The cloaked figure led his men away from the ruined temple.

Nanli could previously travel a few miles using the Burrow talisman, but after drawing the soul-summoning formation and activating it, she had expended a significant amount of energy.

Just as she had traveled a mile with Chu Shuo, her energy was depleted.

She carried Chu Shuo to a large stone and leaned him against it, hoping to revive him.

But when she touched him, her expression changed in shock.

Her second brother had lost a few strands of his soul!

Even if he woke up, he would be a fool.

That cloaked figure was truly ruthless.

In such a short time, he managed to extract her second brother’s soul.

For the first time, Nanli felt such anger, which surged through her, causing her blood and qi to churn violently.

A firework exploded in the pitch-black sky.

It was a signal.

Nanli’s heart sank even further.

Since Chu Shuo’s soul had been taken, the cloaked figure would be able to catch up using those few strands of soul.

Even if she used talismans to isolate herself now, it would be too late.

The enemy’s numbers were numerous, and they would undoubtedly search this area.

Nanli closed her eyes and adjusted her breath slightly.

It had been a long time since she had killed someone, but that didn’t mean she didn’t understand the art and techniques of killing.

Although the Xuanyue Sword was made of peach wood, if the wielder harbored murderous intent, it became as sharp as a blade, capable of severing throats with a single strike.

As Nanli had anticipated, the moon emerged from beneath the clouds, casting a cold moonlight that revealed the approaching assassins.

Nanli’s gaze turned icy as she stood up.

She bound her hands tightly to the hilt of her sword with a strip of cloth.

Setting up a formation around Chu Shuo, Nanli didn’t need the assassins to shout.

Her figure swiftly appeared before the three individuals in front, launching a direct assault.

The Xuanyue Sword’s blade lacked a cold gleam, but with a single swing, it immediately drew blood.

Her swordsmanship was as swift as flowing light, and anyone who dared to approach her would be left unable to rise again.

The assassins were taken aback.

They hadn’t expected such formidable explosiveness from Nanli, a petite figure.

If they engaged in a swordfight, their arms would be numbed by the impact.

Nanli’s thunderous momentum even frightened the assassins, preventing them from approaching.

A leading figure stepped forward, holding a sword, and said, "Let me spar with you."

"Enough with the nonsense," Nanli fought like a madwoman.

She slightly raised her head, her hair slightly disheveled, and the wind lifted a few strands of her hair in front of her forehead. Her face was stained with a few drops of blood, and her eyes were filled with fierceness.

The leading figure snorted and swung his sword.

As a martial arts expert, his sword strikes were extremely fast, and the changes in his internal energy were numerous.

At first glance, it would make people feel dizzy.

With graceful strides, Nanli moved forward like a phantom, light as a swallow, leaving no trace behind.

She skillfully evaded the fierce sword aura and swiftly approached the leader.

With a swift kick, she sent him sprawling to the ground, her voice dripping with disdain, "Your flashy tricks serve no purpose."

The leader was sent flying several meters away, his skin scraped and his organs in disarray. The pain contorted his face, and just as he was about to utter a word, he forcefully spat out a mouthful of blood before losing consciousness.

The onlookers were dumbfounded.

Nanli’s eyes swept across the scene, her expression seemingly indifferent, yet a hint of provocation lingered in her gaze. "Together, if you dare."

The assassins exchanged bewildered glances. They never expected to be intimidated by a young girl. If word got out, they would surely become a laughingstock.

"Fighting!" someone shouted, and people surged towards her from all directions.

Nanli raised her gaze and conjured a fire talisman.

The raging flames transformed into a fiery dragon, engulfing those who dared to approach.

Though they were assassins, they too could feel pain.

In an instant, agonized screams filled the air, and no one dared to step forward again.

As the stalemate persisted, a figure in a black robe arrived on horseback.

He was also taken aback by Nanli’s resilience. She had managed to fend off so many assassins, repeatedly thwarting his plans.

No wonder she had become such a nuisance.

Suddenly, the black-robed figure glanced towards the east. He didn’t want to prolong the situation any further and produced a bronze censer.

With a flick of his hand, the censer released a malevolent aura that brushetrated the bodies of the assassins, who were instantly affected. Their expressions changed, and even those engulfed in flames stood upright, no longer screaming in agony.

"Kill her," the black-robed figure ordered.

Before the words had even left his lips, the assassins, tainted by the malevolent aura, lunged at Nanli like rabid dogs, determined to carry out their master’s command.

Nanli’s heart sank.

She swiftly slashed her left hand with the Xuanyue Sword, leaving a bloody gash in her palm.

Only when the Xuanyue Sword was stained with her blood could it dispel the malevolent aura from the assassins’ bodies.

The black-robed figure watched from atop his horse as the assassins swarmed, making it nearly impossible to catch a glimpse of Nanli’s figure.

Yet, she continued to fight valiantly.

The black-robed figure sneered, "How much blood will you shed to counter so many malevolent assassins?"

However, Nanli, using her blood as ink, drew a talisman and inserted the Xuanyue Sword into the center of the formation.

In an instant, a gust of wind swept through, and a deafening thunderclap echoed through the sky.

A bolt of heavenly lightning descended, instantly cleaving through the multitude of assassins.