The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife
Chapter 55: Such a Useless

Chapter 55: Such a Useless

"My Lord!" Qing Feng managed to catch his breath and tossed his sword towards the prince.

The blade remained sheathed, but in the hands of Ye Siheng, it appeared as sharp as ever.

Though his body remained steadfast, he engaged in a swift exchange with Ni Kun, even without drawing his own sword.

Ni Kun’s soft sword proved futile, and when Ye Siheng finally unsheathed his own, the flurry of swordplay left Ni Kun with several wounds, staining his robes with blood.

Ni Kun staggered back.

A hint of mockery flashed in Ye Siheng’s eyes.

"With such skills, you think you can kill me? I’m afraid not."

Though Ni Kun excelled in Daoist arts, his martial skills were poor.

He gritted his teeth. "No matter how formidable you are, you’re still a cripple."

No longer willing to engage Ye Siheng head-on, Ni Kun immediately conjured a fire talisman, igniting the nearest bookshelf.

The flammable materials within the room quickly caught fire, spreading rapidly.

"My lord!" Qing Feng attempted to rush forward, but Ni Kun continued to throw more fire talismans, engulfing Ye Siheng in a raging inferno.

Ye Siheng furrowed his brow.

In the past, he would not have feared such tricks.

However, the pain from his leg injuries, endured twice in a row, made even the slightest movement excruciating.

Qing Feng’s attempts to extinguish the flames were in vain.

Observing their struggle, Ni Kun chuckled with excitement.

"If you insist on struggling, you will only bring yourself more suffering. Now, prepare to be burned alive."

Although he couldn’t personally kill Ye Siheng, witnessing his death by fire would bring him great joy.

The fire grew larger, consuming the entire main hall.

Ye Siheng found himself surrounded by the intense heat, the thick smoke causing him to cough incessantly.

His consciousness began to fade.

The soldiers outside were preoccupied, and this time, there seemed to be no one coming to his rescue.

As this thought crossed his mind, a figure in green darted in from outside, swiftly approaching Ni Kun.

With a clenched fist, the figure knocked Ni Kun to the ground with a single blow.

Ni Kun lay on the ground, dizzy and spitting blood.

A tooth fell from his mouth as he opened it.

His hood fell back, and Nanli finally saw his face - ordinary, yet with prominent cheekbones and a hint of wickedness in his brows, clearly someone who practiced dark arts.

Ni Kun’s face filled with terror.

"How...how are you here?"

It would take him at least an hour to arrive here, yet Nanli had just broken his puppet spell in the palace.

How could she suddenly appear here?

Nanli paid no attention to Ni Kun, quickly summoning two water talismans.

The opposing forces clashed, and with her formidable power, the flames were instantly extinguished.

Seeing that only a small part of Ye Siheng’s clothes had been singed, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"If you can be here, why can’t I?"

Nanli turned around to continue dealing with Ni Kun.

Though Ni Kun considered himself skilled in mystic arts, he hadn’t expected this young girl to possess even greater power, not to mention her extraordinary strength.

But he wasn’t intimidated.

He blew a whistle, and the soldiers haunted by spirits immediately rushed towards them.

Nanli furrowed her delicate eyebrows.

She had exhausted all her ghost-sealing talismans and could only rely on her Xuanyue Sword to banish the spirits.

Ni Kun hurriedly got up and threw a teleportation talisman, fleeing in haste.

Seeing this, Nanli remained unperturbed.

There were still thousands of soldiers haunted by ghosts in the camp, and she needed to deal with them first.

"A’li!" "Little sister!" Chu Hanlin and Chu Ye arrived with their men.

Their weapons were now imbued with talismanic power, providing assistance to Nanli.

Panting heavily, sweat beads formed on Nanli’s forehead, dambrushing her stray hair. She managed to free up a hand and immediately approached Ye Siheng.

"Prince are you alright?" Her eyes met his.

Though his face remained calm, a storm raged within him.

He inhaled the thick smoke, his voice slightly hoarse. "Why is it always you?"

It is always you, appearing just in time.

Yet you will never be moved emotionally.

Nanli thought that it must be her exorbitant fee that frightened Ye Siheng.

She blinked her eyes and reassured, "Rest assured, I shall not let the prince bear the cost."

"... " Ye Siheng no longer wished to converse with her.

Qing Feng spoke on behalf of his master, "Many thanks, Miss Chu"

Nanli replied, "Reciprocity is the essence of friendship; friends should assist one another."

Unable to contain himself any longer, Ye Siheng glared fiercely at her.

Unfortunately, his handsome appearance prevented him from emitting a menacing aura towards Nanli, and his gaze became somewhat alluring.

Nanli paused, remembering her unfinished business.

She used the Tianxing Brush to draw a talisman on the sword and said, "This sword now possesses an hour’s power to ward off spirits. Using it properly, I must go after someone."

She reserved a trace of her own aura in that punch, which could be tracked using a paper crane.

Ye Siheng could no longer suppress his anger and hastily cautioned, "Be careful."

"Very well." Nanli smiled at him and left the main hall.

Dawn was approaching.

Ni Kun used a teleportation talisman and, upon landing, couldn’t help but cough up blood.

Ruthless.

How could that little girl’s punch be so fierce? He had already lost two teeth.

This was a mansion in the capital.

He hurriedly entered the house.

Inside, the room was illuminated by bright candles, making it as bright as day.

Through the half-drawn bead curtain, he faintly saw a mahogany stool.

A small exquisite incense burner was placed on a side table, emitting a lingering fragrance.

The man on the stool supported his head with one hand, his eyes closed. His robe draped elegantly. Upon hearing the sound, he slowly opened his eyes.

The man’s eyes were a light brown, carrying a hint of indifference.

"Seeing your expression, it seems you failed to kill the person."

Ni Kun knelt down, trembling. "Please forgive me, Prince!"

Crown Prince Qi stood up.

His attendant lifted the bead curtain.

Qi scrutinized the kneeling figure, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Leaving behind traces, yet still unaware. Truly a useless individual."

Ni Kun was startled, hastily wiping his face, revealing a slight crimson hue.

He prostrated himself on the ground. "I deserve death, I beg for your forgiveness!"

"If you say you deserve death, how can I not grant it?" Prince Qi raised his hand, and a wisp of black mist emanated from his fingertips, binding Ni Kun’s neck.

Ni Kun widened his eyes, attempting to tear apart the black mist, but to no avail.

He struggled, veins popping on his forehead, his complexion gradually turning purple.

Once he had no breath left, the black mist entered Ni Kun’s mouth and nose.

Prince Qi stood up, glanced at the sky outside, and said, "That little girl is called Chu Nanli, right?"

The attendant lowered his head and replied, "Yes."

"I am curious to see what she is capable of." Prince Qi commanded, "Kill her."

This order was naturally directed at Ni Kun, who had now become a living corpse.

Crown Prince Qi and his attendant quickly left the mansion.

Ni Kun slowly stood up, motionless in the room.

As the first rays of sunlight shone into the room, Nanli kicked the entrance gate open.

Ni Kun moved his stiff body, but his actions paused, exuding an indescribable eeriness.

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