The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife
Chapter 568: Riding the Waves to Break the Penglai Formation

Chapter 568: Riding the Waves to Break the Penglai Formation

"Clearly, the island master has little confidence in his own formation," one disciple remarked. "After all, the island master is a Spell Cultivator and not very skilled in talisman arrays."

The current strength of Penglai Island relied entirely on the magical artifacts left behind by the celestial beings of the past.

Another disciple responded, "No matter how unskilled he is, the island master is still at the early stage of Deity Forming. The formations laid out by him and the elders won’t be easily broken."

Just as these words left his mouth, the endless sea suddenly churned.

The two disciples exchanged puzzled glances.

When they looked again, the waves had surged to over ten meters high, crashing toward Penglai Island.

Even as a colossal shadow loomed over the island, the two disciples remained unfazed, confident that the barrier would withstand the onslaught.

"Another foolhardy one, thinking waves can breach our formation," the first disciple scoffed, his expression filled with disdain.

At the forefront of the waves stood a woman in red.

With her hair billowing in the wind and a long sword surrounded by dark mist in her hand, Xuan Yinyue was determined. With her current cultivation, she indeed couldn’t break Yan Buxiu’s formation outright.

However, she had forbidden techniques at her disposal.

Once activated, these techniques allowed her to temporarily ascend to the late Nascent Soul stage, doubling her demonic power as a Demon Cultivator.

But this forbidden technique could only be maintained for half an hour. After that, her body would explode, and her soul would perish.

This was the outcome she sought.

Half an hour was sufficient.

Taking a deep breath, Xuan Yinyue raised her sword, channeling both spiritual and demonic energy. With a powerful slash, she struck toward the formation.

The second disciple’s eyes widened in alarm as he pulled the first disciple to flee.

"It’s a Demon Cultivator!!!" The cry rang out across the island, "A Demon Cultivator is attacking! A Demon Cultivator is attacking!"

The force of her strike collided with the formation, causing the heavens to tremble. Cracks spread across the formation’s barrier like spiderwebs.

As the waves crashed against the formation, it crumbled into pieces.

Not only that, but many buildings and plants on Penglai Island were also swept away by the waves, suffering considerable damage.

Xuan Yinyue landed on a rock, gazing at the cracks in satisfaction.

Her sword had done what it was meant to do.

Water rushed through the fissures, leaving only puddles behind.

The disciples capable of flight had already soared into the sky to avoid the chaos, leaving behind the remaining base-building disciples.

Xuan Yinyue glanced up at the flying disciples, a cruel smile spreading across her face.

"Today, I will destroy the very foundation of Penglai Island."

With a flick of her wrist, she leaped into the air, and in an instant, several disciples’ heads were severed.

Suddenly, a female demoness emerged, also a Sword Cultivator, sending the others into a panic. They tried to cast their spells, but before they could complete their gestures, Xuan Yinyue’s sword had already claimed their throats.

So fast!

So ruthless!

The base-building and Golden Core disciples were like fish on a chopping board, completely powerless to resist Xuan Yinyue’s onslaught.

The disciples dared not linger in the air any longer; they quickly landed and sought refuge.

Seeing this, Xuan Yinyue remained unfazed and headed straight for the treasure vault of Penglai Island.

Here, elders and inner disciples were on guard duty.

They had been aware of an incoming attack but were under orders to stay put, not daring to leave their posts.

Now, upon witnessing Xuan Yinyue’s arrival, the elder felt an intense anger surge within him. "You Demon Cultivator dare to come here to seek death!"

Xuan Yinyue raised an eyebrow. "A Nascent Soul realm cultivator? Now this is getting interesting."

"Such arrogance will cost you your life!" The elder immediately formed a series of seals with his hands.

A flurry of ice blades materialized before him, swiftly flying toward Xuan Yinyue.

The ice blades, dense and sharp, carried a frigid aura that, upon piercing any part of the body, would freeze the victim instantly. This was the signature Ice Needle Technique of Penglai Island!

The temperature dropped dramatically as icy winds whipped around.

Xuan Yinyue’s eyes narrowed. Channeling her sword’s demonic energy, she swept her sword, blocking thousands of ice needles.

The elder hadn’t anticipated her demonic power to be so formidable. He quickly formed another spell to counter her magic.

A golden light burst forth, converging from all directions to suppress her.

Yet Xuan Yinyue merely snorted.

With a retraction of her demonic energy, her pupils returned to normal. The Dragon Spring Sword glimmered coldly as it slashed through the golden light with ease.

A fierce gust of wind erupted, sending the onlookers’ clothes fluttering and blinding them.

The elder, no fool, sensed Xuan Yinyue’s presence and summoned his own magical artifact, the Binding Spirit Rope, attempting to subdue her.

However, the dark mist surged once more.

The Binding Spirit Rope was utterly ineffective against a Demon Cultivator.

Xuan Yinyue was already before the elder.

With a chilling smile, her malevolent energy surrounding her, she taunted, "You’re not cut out for combat, are you?"

The elder was taken aback, hastily attempting to form spells with his hands.

Xuan Yinyue raised her hand and swiftly severed both of his arms.

Blood gushed forth.

The severed hands dropped to the ground, still twitching as if trying to maintain the gestures of the spells.

The elder had lived for nearly a thousand years, and now, as Xuan Yinyue approached, he finally recognized her. "You... you are the Firewood Cutter Xuan Yinyue?!"

What was happening?

Both she and the Firewood Cutter had gone missing for over a thousand years, with everyone believing them dead.

Now Xuan Yinyue had returned, only to become a Demon Cultivator!

It was well-known that their senior brothers gained fame in the Immortal World for exterminating Demon Cultivators.

Furious, the elder shouted, "Xuan Yinyue, you are of Limitless Palace! How could you fall into the demonic path and become a Demon Cultivator? You... will suffer backlash!"

"I’m aware," Xuan Yinyue replied nonchalantly. "But before I die, I want to take some pleasure in killing a few disciples of Penglai Island."

As she finished speaking, she swiftly turned around, decapitating the inner disciples preparing to attack.

The elder’s face turned pale, crying out their names in anguish.

He attempted to form a counter-attack spell, only to realize that his hands had already been severed...

Xuan Yinyue shook her head with a sigh. "Actually, when I first joined, my master said I was suited for Spell Cultivator techniques, but I thought that using spells required hand gestures to accumulate energy, which could easily be interrupted. It was utterly pointless, so I chose to practice the sword instead. After all, mastering the sword means you only need to comprehend the sword intent and move your fingers to kill."

The elder stepped back in fear. "You... you’re insane..."

Xuan Yinyue swung the Dragon Spring Sword, catching the sunlight that reflected off its blade, illuminating the elder’s face.

"You’re a Spell Cultivator; without hands, it’ll be hard for you to form spells. I’ll spare your life. Now, open the door. I need to take something."

The elder, however, was a man of valor. He lifted his foot and kicked toward Xuan Yinyue’s chest.

The strike contained all his remaining spiritual energy!

He would rather die than submit!

Xuan Yinyue rolled her eyes, not needing to draw her sword. With a simple flick of her fingers, she shattered the elder’s spiritual energy, then severed both of his feet.

The elder’s screams echoed painfully.

Blood spilled everywhere.

"Tsk, tsk, you’ve lost all your limbs. Even as a Nascent Soul, it’s useless. You’ll need to reach the Crossing Tribulation stage to reconstruct your body, right?" Xuan Yinyue squatted down, teasing him.

"You... Demon!" the elder hissed. "Our island master will tear you apart!"

As Xuan Yinyue leaned closer, he attempted to detonate his Golden Core from within, planning to take her down with him.

But Xuan Yinyue was faster. With her bare hands, she reached inside, and the two were now evenly matched in cultivation.

The elder was unable to resist her at all.

She forcibly extracted his Inner Core.