The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife
Chapter 683: The Martial Arts of Cultivators Must Be Fast, Ruthless, and Accurate

Chapter 683: The Martial Arts of Cultivators Must Be Fast, Ruthless, and Accurate

However, Yuan Zhenxian had already sealed the courtyard with Talismans, and he couldn’t fly away.

Looking at the light curtain in front of him, he fumbled to take out the tools to dissolve the array.

But—

Nanli had already flashed to his side, and with a swift strike of her sword, she severed his right arm and kicked him back to the ground.

"Ah!!!" Yuan Zhenxian fell to the ground, blood gushing from his right arm, staining the ground red.

At that moment, he was too desperate to care for his arm and scrambled to pull out a Telestone.

Yuan Zhenhai had already sensed his intention. He swiftly stepped forward, stepped on his foot, and snatched the Telestone away.

Yuan Zhenxian broke out in a cold sweat from the pain as he watched his last hope slip away, and his heart dropped with despair.

"Brother!" he cried out, "How could you do this to me? I’m your older brother!"

"I already told you," Yuan Zhenhai replied, his eyes cold, without a trace of pity, "You are no longer my brother. You handed over the Water-Suppressing Pearl; you’re not worthy to be part of the Yuan family."

"I did it all for Seaside City!" Yuan Zhenxian cried out hoarsely as he struggled to get up.

He used his spiritual energy to stop the bleeding in his right arm, but the pain didn’t lessen. His face was pale as he continued, "Brother, you don’t understand the difficulties I face as the city lord. Without Penglai Island’s support, Seaside City would have been conquered by other cities long ago."

Seaside City was ranked only sixth among the Ten Great Cities.

Its military strength and resources couldn’t compete with the top five.

Yuan Zhenhai wasn’t fooled. His mind was sharp, and he quickly figured out Yuan Zhenxian’s true intentions. "You’ve long wanted to leave the Lower Realm. So, you offered the Water-Suppressing Pearl to Penglai Island, used your son as a pawn, and gathered everything in the city to offer to Penglai Island so you could join them."

Yuan Zhenxian’s face stiffened.

Yuan Zhenhai continued, "Yuan Zhenxian, you’ve betrayed our father’s trust. You are no longer fit to be the lord of Seaside City."

"Brother, I know I was wrong..." Yuan Zhenxian immediately broke into tears and fell to his knees, "I was confused and didn’t consider the lives of the people of the city. I can’t face being the city lord anymore. The city lord’s token, I will give it to you..."

As he spoke, he reached into his Qiankun Bag with his left hand.

But instead of the token, he pulled out a mid-grade pill and quickly swallowed it.

Instantly, his spiritual energy surged!

Yuan Zhenhai frowned, realizing something was wrong. "That’s the Blood Enhancing Pill, it will temporarily boost his cultivation!" he said, turning to Nanli. "We need to leave quickly!"

As he spoke, he stepped back.

"Don’t even think about leaving!" Yuan Zhenxian shouted angrily.

He released his spiritual energy, causing the flowers, grass, and trees in the courtyard to tremble violently, and some tree branches even broke off.

Nanli narrowed her eyes and condensed her spiritual energy to protect herself.

After using the Blood Enhancing Pill, Yuan Zhenxian’s eyes turned bloodshot as he rapidly charged towards Nanli.

His nails, long and sharp, slashed through the air, aiming straight for her heart.

Nanli barely dodged.

However, a strand of her hair was severed.

Her brow furrowed slightly, clearly displeased.

"Do you know? I absolutely hate it when people touch my hair." She almost said, no woman likes this.

"Still talking?" Yuan Zhenxian’s eyes grew cruel. "Today, I’ll show you that martial arts in the cultivation world must be fast, ruthless, and precise, not like the way you fight!"

He struck again with his claws, fueled by the strength of the Blood Enhancing Pill.

Though his attack wasn’t on par with someone in the Nascent Soul stage, it was more than enough to deal with Nanli, who was in the Golden Core stage.

The wind howled as his claws charged at her.

Nanli raised her sword and effortlessly blocked the strike.

In terms of raw strength, she wasn’t at all inferior to him.

But his enhanced spiritual power was something Nanli wasn’t prepared to clash with head-on.

So—

A blue-purple Ghost Fire erupted from her sword, devouring the spiritual energy in his claws.

"This..." Yuan Zhenxian was shocked.

He tried to retreat, but the Ghost Fire had already wrapped around him, fiercely burning.

He fell to the ground, rolling, trying to put it out.

But Ghost Fire wasn’t something that could be easily extinguished. His attempts to use spiritual energy only fueled the flames, causing them to burn even more intensely.

The fire wasn’t only burning his body—it was also consuming his soul.

Nanli stepped forward and slashed at the Qiankun Bag on his waist.

The Qiankun Bag was also touched by the Ghost Fire.

She tossed a talisman to extinguish it.

Yuan Zhenxian, watching helplessly, pleaded, "Please... please help me..."

"I’m not trying to be fast, ruthless, and precise," Nanli said with a faint smile, "But I’ve come all this way, I can’t let this opportunity go to waste."

Yuan Zhenxian never imagined she had such a trump card, and he immediately regretted his actions.

But soon, he had no more breath left to regret.

The Ghost Fire had completely consumed his body and soul.

Around Yuan Zhenxian, five small light orbs began to gather.

They were the spirits of the women he had killed, his former victims.

Thankfully, the Right Protector Talisman had saved their souls from dispersing entirely.

Nanli took out five Soul-Gathering Talismans.

Golden light flashed, and the five light orbs were restored to their ghostly forms.

They bowed deeply to Nanli. "Miss, you avenged us by killing him, and we are endlessly grateful. You even used such a powerful talisman on us..."

The five ghostly women cried, their voices full of sorrow.

Although Yuan Zhenhai couldn’t see them, he could feel the chilling wind in the courtyard.

Nanli spoke softly, "It was just a small favor to help. Accumulating some merit."

She opened her Nether Sect again.

Lately, she had been using the Nether Sect frequently, and even the ghost envoys who saw her didn’t seem as excited as before. "Ancestor, what are your orders?"

Nanli tossed some paper money and said, "They’re poor souls. Take them on the Yellow Springs Road."

Although she had used Soul-Gathering Talismans, the ghosts had been dead for quite some time. Their souls had already been tainted by yang energy, and they were weak. The journey through the Yellow Springs would be difficult for them.

This was the only thing she could do.

According to the rules, such spirits couldn’t enter the Nether Sect. But since the ancestor had personally opened the Nether Sect and thrown paper money, the ghost envoy turned a blind eye and stepped aside. "Follow me."

The female ghosts, astonished that they could reincarnate, once again expressed their gratitude to Nanli.

The Nether Sect closed.

As they made their way through the Yellow Springs Road, the ghosts were surprised to find that the paper money Nanli had scattered earlier seemed to stretch on endlessly before them, leading all the way into the distance.

"What’s this?" they asked, stunned.

The ghost envoy replied, "It seems you really are pitiful. Otherwise, the ancestor wouldn’t have paved the road for you with paper money. Go ahead. Once you pass the Yellow Springs Road, you’ll reach the Bridge of Helplessness."

"Benefactor..." The female ghosts turned and knelt in gratitude, offering three deep kowtows.