The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife
Chapter 432: Your Highness, Do You Want to Be Carried or Carried on the Back?

Chapter 432: Your Highness, Do You Want to Be Carried or Carried on the Back?

Qiu Hai wanted to say, "Ancestor, don’t be silly. Your arrows are different from his arrows." But Nanli had already let go.

Another arrow was shot out!

And with Nanli’s fearless approach to the Nether World Ghost Fire, combined with the powerful Nether Bow, her force could be maximized!

Her arrow was faster, more urgent, and fiercer!

Qiu Hai pursed his lips, already thinking about how to cover up for Nanli if she failed, so she could save face and avoid embarrassment.

Unexpectedly--

When the people of Immortal World saw another Ghost Fire arrow coming, even fiercer than the last one, they were frightened and immediately manipulated the gate to close.

Without hesitation, and without dragging their feet.

Originally, the Immortal Sect had only a small gap open, closing it was a matter of an instant.

With a "clunk," the Immortal Sect was tightly shut, leaving no gap, and the Ghost Fire was naturally blocked outside.

"......" Nanli’s mouth twitched slightly. Was it really this cowardly?

Not only that, but the swirling vortex slowly disappeared, taking the Immortal Sect along with it, returning to the serene appearance of moonlight and sparse stars.

The silence was complete, not a trace of wind.

It seemed as though the Immortal Sect had never appeared.

If it weren’t for the Hairpin Elf happily enjoying the spiritual energy, Nanli would have almost thought it was just a dream.

"Cough, cough----" Ye Siheng coughed on the side.

Nanli then remembered Ye Siheng’s soul had been burned and quickly tossed the longbow back to Qiu Hai. She walked to Ye Siheng’s side, her face and eyes filled with concern: "Your Highness, how are you feeling?"

Ye Siheng, weak, leaned gently against Nanli, appearing somewhat fragile. With his unparalleled beauty, his sickly appearance tugged at people’s heartstrings, making it hard to look away.

"It’s not serious, just dizziness and body aches," Ye Siheng said.

Qiu Hai, seeing him cling to Nanli, was furious but couldn’t step in to separate them, so he could only roll his eyes.

"You can’t go on like this, so weak. How can you be worthy of the Ancestor?"

Hearing this, Ye Siheng buried his head in Nanli’s neck, "I really can’t stand up, A’Li. You won’t mind me leaning on you, will you?"

"How could I mind? Since you’re so unwell, let me carry you back," Nanli said seriously.

Ye Siheng paused slightly and then said, "I’ll be fine with a rest."

Qiu Hai laughed, "Ancestor, look at his pale face and weak body. It’s better to carry him back quickly, or he’ll faint here, which would be truly embarrassing."

Although Nanli heard Qiu Hai’s teasing tone, there was some truth to it.

If Ye Siheng’s soul were damaged too much, it would be a big problem.

So--

Nanli asked for his opinion: "Your Highness, do you want to be carried or carried on the back?"

"......" Ye Siheng hurriedly stood up straight, "I suddenly feel better. If we need to go back, I can walk myself."

Letting his wife carry or support him would surely be a topic of conversation among the Capital’s citizens tomorrow.

Nanli thought he was being stubborn: "Your Highness, it’s fine. You know I’m very strong."

Ye Siheng made a forlorn expression, "I know, but I really don’t need it. I’m really fine now."

"Ancestor, don’t listen to him......" Qiu Hai’s voice stopped abruptly, and he looked at Ye Siheng in surprise.

The power of his soul was too strong; Ye Siheng’s soul no longer showed any signs of being burned by the Ghost Fire!

Nanli also looked at him closely, equally surprised, "Oh? You’re really better!"

She held Ye Siheng’s arm and looked him over from front to back.

Indeed, there were no injuries, and after some time apart, she felt Ye Siheng’s soul had grown stronger.

"What’s going on......" Nanli pondered, "My talisman shouldn’t be this powerful. It’s meant to ward off evil, not to repair a soul burned by Ghost Fire. Hmm...... Maybe your soul power is so strong that it repaired itself? Oh, does this mean you’ve been with Xue Shengnan......"

Qiu Hai’s eyes darkened, shifting his gaze from Ye Siheng to Nanli: "Ancestor, it must be that you’re too powerful. It has nothing to do with him."

Nanli pursed her lips, having some self-awareness: "Don’t flatter me. I know my own strength."

Qiu Hai laughed, "Then dare you to destroy that woman’s soul? She’s from Immortal World. In the future, people from Immortal World will surely give you trouble."

Nanli didn’t mind, "People from Immortal World wouldn’t dare open the Immortal Sect to let the spiritual energy leak. Even if they sneaked out, they wouldn’t dare kill mortals unless they want to invite heavenly punishment."

Qiu Hai raised his eyebrows, realizing that Ancestor had considered this beforehand.

Indeed, once one cultivates to the Golden Core stage, they are considered half-immortal. If they harm mortals, they would violate the heavenly principles and face heavenly tribulation.

Facing heavenly tribulation, even if one doesn’t die, their cultivation would regress, and cultivators generally don’t take this risk.

But that doesn’t mean people from Immortal World won’t use others to do their dirty work.

They would use mortal hands to do it.

Since it’s a matter of mortals, Ancestor would surely handle it well.

"Since that’s the case, Ancestor, take care of yourself. Call me if you need anything," Qiu Hai smiled, looking charming. "I’m always here."

He actually wanted to see Ancestor a bit more, but the Nether Sect couldn’t remain open any longer, or the Yin energy would seep into the Xu family’s underground.

He stepped back, saw Nanli wave at him, and then contentedly closed the door.

Ye Siheng, with a cold face, said, "You didn’t tell me Hell Lord was so handsome."

Nanli glanced at him and said seriously, "You’re even better looking."

Ye Siheng’s thoughts stirred, his cheeks slightly flushed, "After traveling back, covered in dust, how could I be more handsome than him?"

At this moment, Qing Feng trotted into the courtyard, calling out, "Your Highness, the waist ornaments you didn’t hang, which one do you want? I think this one is very good, elegant and subtle, matching well with your new robe."

Nanli leaned her head out and saw Qing Feng hurrying, holding several waist ornaments.

She then took another look at Ye Siheng, "Your new robe is nice, it makes you look handsome. Oh? And this hairpin, it’s nice too. The style...... Second Brother was crying to me the other day, saying someone snatched the hairpin he liked. It turns out you bought it."

Ye Siheng wished he could cut off Qing Feng’s tongue at this moment.

It was just missing a waist ornament; did he need to chase and talk about it?!

He forced a smile, "It’s just that the subordinates thought my clothes and hairpin were outdated after the journey, so they prepared new ones for me. I thought I shouldn’t disregard their good intentions......"

"Greetings, Princess!" Qing Feng’s eyes sparkled with excitement upon seeing Nanli, chattering nonstop, "Princess, you don’t know, His Highness missed you a lot on the journey. Afraid of not looking good, he specially sent a message to Black Armor Guard to buy new clothes for the post house, and even got angry when they bought too few, saying there weren’t enough choices. But I think His Highness’s outfit is just fine. What do you think, Princess?"