The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife
Chapter 622: Because Pill Cultivators Are Even More Fragile Than Spell Cultivators

Chapter 622: Because Pill Cultivators Are Even More Fragile Than Spell Cultivators

Chu Yang froze, muttering, "Fallen?"

For some reason, when he heard the names Firewood Chopper and Firewood Cutter, his heart felt strangely empty. No, it wasn’t just emptiness—there was a faint sting of grief.

He couldn’t help but ask, "Have they gone to reincarnate? Can I see them?"

Nanli gently shook her head. "They’re gone, body and soul."

Chu Yang’s chest tightened abruptly. His face turned pale as if he couldn’t breathe.

"Fourth Brother?"

"Fourth Young Master!"

"Fourth Young Master!"

The three around him were startled by his intense reaction.

Chu Yang only felt heartache for a moment. He quickly regained his composure and waved it off. "I’m fine."

Seeing his condition, Nanli, recalling various events from the past, said, "Perhaps Fourth Brother has some deep connection with them. Otherwise, Firewood Chopper wouldn’t have helped you gain the opportunity to learn the Fire Cloud Spell."

Chu Yang’s thoughts churned.

Clutching the half-moon token tightly, he nodded. "I hope one day I’ll understand the connection between us."

It must have been a profound bond, explaining why their deaths brought him such intense sorrow.

Moreover, he had been diligently cultivating, believing he had mastered the Fire Cloud Spell. But today, he learned that he had barely scratched the surface!

Excitement surged within him. After all, he had just been discussing with his brothers what they would do if those Immortal World people targeted Sixth Sister again. Now, he realized that one day he might possess the power to confront them!

"Sixth Sister, don’t worry. I will fully master the Fire Cloud Spell and honor the opportunity Firewood Chopper secured for me!" Chu Yang suddenly vowed.

His goal was no longer to challenge martial arts experts.

It was to cut down those Immortal World beings who dared bully his Sixth Sister!

Let them know—what Immortal World beings! Even as someone in the Human World, he could cultivate immortality and form his own core!

Nanli wasn’t aware of Chu Yang’s grand ambitions. She focused on the disciples and said, "I assume quite a few disciples have been affected. Take me to them."

At her words, Chu Yang and Qi Mu remembered why they were there.

Master Zhao quickly expressed his gratitude before leading them to the sect’s rear courtyard. "Not too many—just over 200."

Nanli rolled her eyes. "That’s ’not too many’? Master Zhao, your disciples are way too competitive! Didn’t you explain the conditions for cultivation?"

Master Zhao sighed. "I did, but I didn’t expect them to be so reckless. Among them are even three elders..."

Nanli was speechless.

The 200 disciples were tied up, their eyes bloodshot, their minds already lost to reason. They struggled and snarled wildly, desperate to bite anyone in sight. It was clear that subduing them had been a difficult task for Master Zhao and his people.

"Sixth Sister, be careful not to get hurt," Chu Yang reminded her.

Nanli used a Body-Freezing Talisman before approaching to check their pulses.

As expected, their meridians were in reverse flow, and their dantians were damaged.

After checking a few more pulses, Nanli said, "I’ll give them an acupuncture treatment to cripple their martial arts. That will stabilize them. However, this will also render their meridians and bones unsuitable for future cultivation."

Master Zhao’s expression darkened.

The elders and disciples behind him looked troubled as well.

If over 200 disciples were turned into cripples, the Flame Sect’s strength would be greatly diminished!

Qi Mu sighed while holding her large blade. "Becoming a cripple is a fate worse than death for a martial artist."

If such a fate befell her, she’d rather die.

Chu Yang, however, asked, "Sixth Sister, you’re skilled in medicine and have a decent understanding of cultivation techniques. Isn’t there another way?"

Although these disciples disobeyed and practiced recklessly, they were still members of the sect. This incident would be a heavy blow to the Flame Sect.

After all, the sect had dominated the martial world for years. While they had allies, they also had enemies. If those enemies learned of this, they’d surely seize the opportunity to strike.

Nanli responded, "There is a way. I have the recipe for the Vein-Ease Pill. But I lack spiritual power. Even with the ingredients, I can’t successfully refine it."

Among them, only Ye Siheng had spiritual power, but he wasn’t an alchemist.

Perhaps with some quick guidance, Ye Siheng could learn.

With this thought, Nanli continued, "I’ll fetch a senior from Penglai Island from the Netherworld to guide the prince in refining the pill. It should work."

Master Zhao and the others fell silent.

Finally, Master Zhao said, "Learning in such haste—can it really succeed?"

Nanli was confident in her husband. "Don’t worry. With enough practice, he’ll master it."

With the prince’s wealth, buying enough materials for practice wasn’t an issue.

Chu Yang trusted Ye Siheng unconditionally. "Sixth Sister, the prince is a quick learner. I bet he’ll master it in one go."

Nanli raised an eyebrow. "With spiritual power, that might just happen."

Qi Mu wanted to witness Ye Siheng’s abilities but hesitated to leave given the chaos in the Flame Sect.

Master Zhao bowed to Nanli and said, "We leave this matter to the princess."

Nanli nodded and returned to Prince Yu’s Mansion.

Coincidentally, Ye Siheng had just returned from outside.

His robe, embroidered with coiling dragon patterns, accentuated his noble and imposing demeanor.

Seeing her hurried expression, Ye Siheng grew concerned. "A’Li, what’s the matter?"

"It’s serious!" Nanli replied sternly. "You’re learning alchemy!"

Ye Siheng tilted his head in confusion. "What?"

Without further ado, Nanli opened the Nether Sect. To avoid encounters with Qiu Hai or Granny Meng, she casually grabbed a ghost envoy to fetch Penglai Island’s elders and disciples.

The ghosts, tortured by frying oil in the underworld, were now full of regret. Seeing sunlight again, they looked both hopeful and remorseful.

Why? Why had they committed such evil while alive?

Nanli’s voice reignited their spirits: "Who here is an alchemist? Guide my husband to refine the Vein-Ease Pill, and I’ll have the Hell Lord pardon you from the oil punishment."

"I am! I’m an alchemist!" one elder eagerly raised his hand. "I’m a Pill Cultivator!"

That’s why he was helpless during Xuan Yinyue’s massacre—because Pill Cultivators are even more fragile than Spell Cultivators.

Nanli glanced at him and nodded. "Alright, you’ll do."

The ghost envoy, bound to obey their mistress, immediately shackled the elder and pushed him forward. With a grin, the envoy added, "Mistress, when you’re done with this one, just open the Nether Sect and call for me."

"Thank you," Nanli replied.

The elder, back in the mortal realm, felt the burning discomfort of sunlight. Although ghosts didn’t need to breathe, he felt as though something heavy pressed on him, making it hard to move.