The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife
Chapter 563: "Have You Seen Ghost Fire? It Burns Evildoers Like You"

Chapter 563: "Have You Seen Ghost Fire? It Burns Evildoers Like You"

The gale intensified, and Zhi Mi’s robes were soaked in blood. He knelt there, using his own body to shield against the fierce wind while tightly clutching Qing Xu’s severed head. His master’s soul had already dissipated, and he could not allow his master’s body to suffer further desecration.

In a daze, he recalled his senior sister’s words. Had he not come today, he might have escaped this catastrophe. But how could he not come? How could he!

Zhi Mi spat out another mouthful of blood, his entire body now drenched in it, looking like a figure made of blood.

Xuan Yinyue swung her sword once more, and with a loud bang, she dispersed the heavenly lightning strike entirely. The blinding light retreated, and Xuan Yinyue stood there, still composed. However, she soon noticed that her wedding dress had been scorched by the lightning, leaving blackened marks.

"This was the wedding dress my senior brother prepared for me..." Her eyes turned vicious. "It’s all your fault."

Zhi Mi, gravely injured, could no longer speak nor lift his head to look at her.

Xuan Yinyue raised her sword once again, and with a single stroke, Zhi Mi’s head fell to the ground, rolling like the others’. His soul floated upward, and in his fury, he shouted, "You kill without remorse! Heaven will surely punish you!"

"I’ve been chopping wood for years and have never feared divine retribution." Xuan Yinyue’s sword was once again surrounded by black mist. Her eyes turned red, and she parted her crimson lips slightly, "You’re just a little priest—how annoying."

She intended to extinguish his soul as well, leaving him with no chance for reincarnation, turning him into nourishment for Dragon Spring.

Zhi Mi panicked. If his soul was destroyed, he wouldn’t even get the chance to reincarnate. He shouted for the other priests to flee with him, but as they were newly departed souls, their speed was slow. The black mist was already closing in, like a sword ready to slay them all.

At the critical moment, a talisman and a Spiritual Bag flew in, gathering the eight or nine souls into the bag. Although the talisman couldn’t fully block the black mist, it deflected much of its force.

Chong Jiu, with blood smeared on his longsword, chanted incantations to disperse the black mist. However, the effort injured him, leaving him kneeling on the ground, using his sword for support. Clenching his teeth, he quickly retrieved the Spiritual Bag.

Xuan Yinyue, displeased, scoffed, "Another one?"

She wondered why these people couldn’t come all at once, saving her time.

Chong Jiu had used a teleportation talisman upon seeing the ominous energy surrounding Xuanyue Temple from afar. Now, as he surveyed the scene, his scalp tingled in fear. He had barely blocked one of Xuan Yinyue’s strikes and knew that this woman could crush both his body and soul with just a flick of her finger.

He coughed, blood trickling from his lips. "Senior, you are truly powerful."

Xuan Yinyue raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on her lips. "You’re quite good with words. Leave the Spiritual Bag and scram, and I might spare your life."

Chong Jiu tightened his grip on the bag, and after a brief internal struggle, his gaze hardened. "Senior, there’s a soul in here, and his senior sister has done me a great favor. I also owe her a debt."

"They may have offended you and deserved to die, but since you’ve already killed them, your anger should be appeased. Why not show mercy and allow them a chance for reincarnation?"

"If you agree, I am willing to serve you as your follower for life."

Xuan Yinyue sized him up, her expression shifting from contempt to anger. "Are you trying to seduce me? Do you think you’re worthy?"

If she were to take him in, her senior brother would surely be displeased.

Chong Jiu flinched in shock, then quickly bowed down. "Senior, I am willing to die if it means their souls can be spared!"

It was his last resort.

Xuan Yinyue’s anger dissipated as she chuckled. "Is it worth giving your life for a few souls?"

Chong Jiu took a deep breath, prepared to die. "It’s worth it. My life was saved by his senior sister."

Xuan Yinyue became intrigued by this "senior sister" figure. She twirled her Dragon Spring Sword, the blade gleaming sharply in the sunlight. "But you’ll have to add your own soul to the bargain."

With that, she tossed the Dragon Spring Sword, which landed before Chong Jiu, the black mist surrounding it intensifying the oppressive aura that chilled Chong Jiu to the bone.

Chong Jiu stood, staring at the sword, but made no move. Xuan Yinyue, seeing through him, brushed a strand of hair from her face. "Too cowardly? Then leave the Spiritual Bag and get lost."

"Senior, your word is your bond, right?"

But at this point, Chong Jiu had no right to demand an oath. He reached for the sword’s hilt, and the black mist instantly wrapped around his arm, enveloping his entire body. Fear gripped him, and he dared not draw the sword.

Sweat poured from Chong Jiu’s forehead as he yelled, "Zhi Mi! If you meet the Ninth Princess, tell her that I, Chong Jiu, took many lives for Yao Sheng and am ending my life today to atone for my sins. All I ask is that she remembers my sacrifice in protecting you and helps restore my eighth senior brother’s soul!"

With one final cry, he mustered the courage to draw the Dragon Spring Sword. A sharp hum echoed as he slashed at his own neck. Not only did a bloody gash appear, but his very soul was devoured by the black mist.

Chong Jiu fell to the ground, blood soaking the earth.

"At least he was a man of honor," Xuan Yinyue muttered, summoning the Dragon Spring Sword back to her hand. With a flick, the blood scattered to the ground, leaving the blade spotless, as though it had never taken a life.

Yet Xuan Yinyue stepped over to Chong Jiu’s body and kicked it aside, revealing the blood-stained Spiritual Bag. Her expression remained indifferent as she said, "I’ve been sealed for years, and my cultivation has regressed to the middle stage of Golden Core. How embarrassing."

The souls inside the Spiritual Bag sensed something ominous.

Indeed, Xuan Yinyue continued, "The Dragon Spring Sword can devour your souls and aid in my cultivation. Why waste the opportunity?"

With a flick of her sword, she slashed the Spiritual Bag open and stepped down, forcing Zhi Mi and the others’ souls out. They screamed in terror.

Zhi Mi stood in front and shouted, "My senior sister is formidable! If you kill us all, she won’t let you go!"

"I already killed your master and destroyed his soul. How strong could your senior sister be? Where is she? If she’s so powerful, why hasn’t she come to save you?" Xuan Yinyue sneered, her Dragon Spring Sword aimed at Zhi Mi.

Terrified, Zhi Mi shut his eyes. "Senior sister!!!"

At that moment, a brilliant golden light erupted from the side, and a Peachwood Sword appeared from the light, blocking the Dragon Spring Sword with a loud clang.

Xuan Yinyue was shocked. The person wielding the sword was powerful enough to disperse her black mist, forcing the Dragon Spring Sword to revert to its normal state, the black mist retreating.

"Who are you?!" Xuan Yinyue’s voice trembled as she recognized the intricate patterns on the Peachwood Sword.

A swift and graceful figure emerged from a Transfer Talisman, wielding the Dark Moon Sword and striking with precision. Nanli’s eyes were cold and fierce as she declared:

"I am his senior sister. I have arrived."

"And now, you will see how powerful I am."

"Have you seen Ghost Fire? It burns evildoers like you."