The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife
Chapter 584: Divination—Your Master is Already Dead

Chapter 584: Divination—Your Master is Already Dead

As Nanli listened, she picked up on other information. No wonder. She initially thought the master of Penglai Island was foolish, but it turned out the elder had his own plans. She speculated that the elder left because he didn’t heed advice, thinking she was just an ordinary person who happened to be skilled with talismans, and thus didn’t see her as a threat. After all, the lotus seeds were merely for shaping an immortal body; even if he kept them for himself, they wouldn’t be of much use.

"So, Crimson Nine Lands is quite powerful?" Nanli asked, intrigued.

The cultivator realized he had cursed too much and stubbornly turned his head away. Nanli raised an eyebrow and used a True Word Talisman. She asked again, "What’s Crimson Nine Lands? Is it very powerful?"

"It’s... it’s a celestial spear that is said to have been used by a war god. That spear could split the nine regions of the earth..." The cultivator hadn’t finished speaking when the True Word Talisman ignited.

Seeing this, Nanli sighed softly. This type of talisman was effective on ordinary people, but for Golden Core cultivators, their souls were strong enough for the talisman to work only briefly. If she encountered someone with a more powerful soul, the talisman would be completely useless.

It was lucky that the allure of the Crimson Nine Lands was so great that the Nascent Soul elder risked everything to pursue it; otherwise, tonight could have been quite different.

Hearing her words, the cultivator had a sudden flash of inspiration and threatened, "My master will be back soon. If you harm me, you’ll suffer greatly!"

"Oh? He’s coming back? I’m so scared," Nanli said with mock fear. "So, what’s your master’s name?"

"My master is Jiang Chong. Isn’t that a name to be feared?!"

"Fool, I’m not from the Immortal World, so why would I be afraid?" Nanli pulled out five copper coins.

"Why are you asking for his name?" the cultivator asked in confusion.

"I want to do a divination for him and ask about his fortune," Nanli said as she tossed the five coins and caught them with her hand.

The moonlight was bright. She glanced at the coins and suddenly smiled, "Ah, now I can safely take action against you."

The cultivator was bewildered. "What do you mean?!"

"Your master, Jiang Chong, is already dead." Nanli’s voice was as cold as a hellish demon, and her expression turned icy, her eyes dark.

He must have encountered an accident while searching for the celestial weapon.

"No way!" the cultivator shouted. "My master is at the Nascent Soul mid-stage! How could he die so easily? Besides, you’re just a mortal; how could you possibly divine the fate of a cultivator?!"

Divining for ordinary people was considered leaking heavenly secrets and would cost one’s merits and lifespan. How much more for those who defied heaven like cultivators! Once, a powerful Talisman Cultivator had used his own soul to divine for a mighty being, and even that had required great effort to glimpse a fragment of fate. Someone like Nanli standing here was simply impossible!

Nanli didn’t know the reason, but she could divine and see the life and death of this person. Rather than argue, she simply stated, "Since your master is dead, I can now kill you without hesitation."

"Wait!" the cultivator shouted.

But Nanli had already thrown the Golden Hairpin. In a panic, the cultivator gathered all his remaining spiritual power in a desperate attempt to break free from the destruction talisman formation.

It was futile.

The golden light intensified.

The binding whip tightened further.

The cultivator, already struggling to breathe, felt the Golden Hairpin precisely pierce his Dantian!

His Dantian was instantly destroyed! Not just the power within, but even the essence of his inner elixir was siphoned away by the Golden Hairpin.

Light scattered everywhere, accompanied by screams.

Despair enveloped the cultivator. How had he ended up with such a master? Why had he received such a difficult task?!

With his Dantian destroyed, he could no longer continue his cultivation!

Desperate, he decided to use the last bit of power he had left to attack his heart’s pulse!

He grunted and blood dribbled from the corner of his mouth, his head drooping in exhaustion. Once a person died, the power in their Dantian could no longer be extracted.

The Hairpin Elf was a bit annoyed, seeing the soul of the cultivator slowly float out. "Master, capture his soul! Let’s torment him some more!"

The cultivator was terrified. He couldn’t defeat her while alive, and now he couldn’t escape even in death?!

Nanli glanced over and said, "There’s no need. Let him reincarnate in the Nether World."

Although he was once her enemy, the cultivator felt a flicker of gratitude at her words. "Thank you."

You’re surprisingly kind.

As the Nether Sect opened, a ghost envoy appeared.

"Hmm? You’re a disciple of Penglai Island?" the ghost envoy asked.

"Indeed!" the cultivator replied, "Can disciples of Penglai Island reincarnate quickly?"

He wanted to begin his new life and cultivate once more as soon as possible!

The ghost envoy’s green face split into a strange smile. "Want to reincarnate? The Hell Lord has ordered that disciples of Penglai Island must be thrown into the oil pot forty-nine times and become beasts ninety-nine times!"

"What?!" The cultivator was alarmed and tried to flee.

"Not a chance!" The ghost envoy swung the soul-binding whip, tightly restraining the cultivator.

He was going to take the ghost back.

Upon glancing sideways, the cultivator immediately bowed and smiled, "It’s you, esteemed ancestor! The Hell Lord misses you!"

This was Qiu Hai’s order.

As soon as the ghost envoys saw Nanli, they had to say they missed her.

"I understand," Nanli waved the Golden Hairpin in her hand. "I’ll visit him when I have time."

"Sure thing! I’ll get back to work now, see you later!" The ghost envoy dragged the cultivator away and entered the Nether Sect.

The cultivator widened his eyes in disbelief. No wonder he suffered so much even in the underworld; it turned out Nanli was well-connected!

Regrets were futile!

But it was too late.

The Nether Sect closed, and the wails of the ghosts faded away.

Nanli dismantled the destruction talisman formation, and the cultivator’s corpse fell to the ground.

She summoned a Fire Talisman and incinerated his body cleanly.

Zhou Zida had already passed out.

Master Zhao and the others, who had witnessed the entire scene, were left dumbfounded and terrified.

The cool moonlight poured down.

Nanli seemed to be covered in a layer of shimmering light. She was breathtakingly beautiful, yet as she slowly approached, everyone instinctively recoiled, nearly shouting for her to stay away.

However, when Nanli reached Master Zhao, she squatted down, took his hand, felt his pulse, and gently said, "Your internal injuries don’t seem serious anymore."

Master Zhao regained his composure. "Yes, I can’t feel any pain now. The Ninth Princess, your talisman is truly powerful."

Nanli smiled. "It’s just okay; you flatter me, Master Zhao."

Master Zhao actually wanted to say that her way of killing was even more efficient.

The Ninth Prince marrying her—was he lucky or unfortunate?

But then he thought that the Ninth Prince seemed even more ruthless than her...

Considering that, they were a perfect match.

Yet Master Zhao was worried. "Ninth Princess, you’ve killed that cultivator; won’t you bear some karmic retribution?"

"He committed suicide; I didn’t kill him," Nanli replied.

"..." Master Zhao hadn’t expected it to be like this.

Nanli continued, "But he did die because of me. Normally, I should be losing merits for this. However, after these two tests, it seems that either the cultivator committed many sins, and I acted as an agent of heavenly justice, or there are rules in the heavens: cultivators who defy heaven will be punished, and since they are powerful, they face retribution for killing ordinary people. But when ordinary people kill them, they don’t have to bear the same karmic sins."