The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife
Chapter 771: Someone Is Willing to Guard Me, Upholding the Justice in My Heart

Chapter 771: Someone Is Willing to Guard Me, Upholding the Justice in My Heart

Qingwu tore the Talisman apart, his voice filled with anger. "It’s her self-created Talisman. The amount of spiritual power I just used was matched by the power of that heavenly lightning!"

In other words, he had been battling against his own spiritual power the entire time!

Yan Hu was astonished. "She... she actually has such skill?"

Qingwu shot him a disdainful glance and coldly said, "Your mother must have told you about her identity, though she might not have explained it in detail."

"She is the Death God, which is why she can control Ghost Fire."

"If she didn’t have such skill, how could she have ascended to godhood?"

Yan Hu was completely stunned.

Cultivators were either obsessed with power or adored being worshipped by others.

And he was definitely the former.

He never expected Nanli to have such a powerful identity and background!

No wonder they had to use tricks to subdue her back then.

Even immortals couldn’t completely resist the Ghost Fire that could suppress spiritual power, right?

In this world, she was the only one!

A strange feeling surged in his heart, causing his heartbeat to quicken.

Qingwu, however, was oblivious to his thoughts. He broke the illusion and suddenly remembered something, rushing to a place based on his previous memory.

When he arrived and saw that the tree was empty and the Talisman he had used earlier was discarded on the ground, he angrily stomped on the earth, creating a deep pit.

"I was a step too late!"

Ye Wukui’s corpse had already been taken.

Yan Hu saw Qingwu’s face turn as black as the bottom of a pot and couldn’t help but feel a shiver down his spine. "Father, why are you saying that?"

Qingwu didn’t explain. He immediately instructed the four elders to search the area, hoping to find Nanli’s whereabouts.

But Ye Wukui had hidden the Glassy Bottle near Frosty Valley.

After Nanli finished her tribulation, she first healed Cinian, then sensed an aura from the Talisman on the Glassy Bottle, leading her to Ye Wukui’s corpse.

Thanks to Qingwu’s Talisman, Ye Wukui’s soul could not escape from her body, and even the corpse showed no signs of decay.

She took Ye Wukui’s body back with her.

Cinian’s injuries had improved, and as he regained some strength, he squinted his eyes, carefully inspecting the body Nanli had brought back. "This is the Elder of Frosty Valley, isn’t it?"

From the appearance of the corpse, he knew that Ye Wukui must have suffered greatly before her death.

Nanli had anticipated this, saying, "She hid the Glassy Bottle here."

Cinian raised his eyebrows. "What’s going on here?"

The Glassy Bottle was hidden by Ye Wukui, yet she had been so horribly treated?

"Let’s ask her," Nanli said, taking out the Heaven Star Brush.

Even though she had removed the Talisman, Ye Wukui’s soul was still trapped inside her body, unable to escape.

She drew a symbol and used a spell to cast it onto the corpse.

Soon, several strands of soul energy emerged from the corpse’s seven orifices and slowly gathered to form a spirit.

Although Ye Wukui had not reincarnated, her soul remained pure and free of any resentment.

When Ye Wukui saw Nanli, she froze for a moment and then floated back several steps. She could sense Nanli’s imposing presence.

Nanli, now with some recovered memories, understood why Ye Wukui reacted this way.

Because, having regained some of her Death God powers, all souls in the world would instinctively fear her.

"You don’t have to be afraid. I just want to ask why you buried the Glassy Bottle here," Nanli said.

Only then did Ye Wukui notice the shards of the Glassy Bottle on the ground nearby.

With a sense of dread, she slowly approached and examined Nanli’s face. "You... you are the one, aren’t you?"

Otherwise, how could the power of the Glassy Bottle have so easily yielded to her?

After all, refining someone else’s inner elixir and bones wasn’t an easy feat.

Nanli nodded slightly. "Yes, I am."

Ye Wukui smiled with satisfaction and bowed to Nanli. "I never expected to wait so long for this day. Although Frosty Valley’s sins are deep, at least some of them have been repaid."

She then began telling what she knew, sharing her experiences.

Of course, when it came to how Qingwu had cruelly killed her, she only mentioned it briefly in one sentence.

Cinian listened, tears streaming down his face. "Elder Ye, you... sigh!"

Nanli remained silent for a long time before finally speaking, "Thank you."

Ye Wukui shook her head gently. "If it weren’t for my foolish disciple, you wouldn’t have had to endure this pain. That ’thank you’ of yours just makes me feel even more ashamed."

"You are you, and she is she. I won’t blame you," Nanli replied.

Ye Wukui said, "But for thousands of years, I have been cultivating with your power. We are both guilty, no matter how we look at it."

"But you didn’t know," Nanli said, slowly raising her hand, gathering a small amount of spiritual power. "Actually, when I first discovered my true identity, I was filled with a desire to slaughter Upper Realm for revenge."

Ye Wukui sighed deeply.

"That feeling is completely understandable."

"But then, I found you. I saw you," Nanli said, her expression calm, but with a rare trace of warmth in her eyes.

"Me?"

"Yes. Even though some people betray me and harm me, there are still those willing to guard me, upholding the justice in their hearts," Nanli said firmly, gazing at Ye Wukui.

Cinian nodded with tears in his eyes.

Yes, yes, one of those people was him.

Ye Wukui gave a shy smile. "I don’t deserve that. My master gave me this name because she wanted me to live without shame before heaven and earth. I have done so. I am worthy of heaven, earth, and my master."

Nanli paused for a moment, then asked, "Before I send you to the Nether World, do you have any final wish?"

Ye Wukui dared not make any further wishes.

But she thought of the disciples in her sect and could only force herself to say, "Most of the female cultivators in my sect are unfortunate. They know nothing about the Glassy Bottle, but after Qingwu massacred Frosty Valley, their situation must be dire. If you encounter them in the future and see their suffering, please lend them a hand."

Nanli didn’t think it was a difficult task.

She nodded. "Anyone I can meet is fated to cross paths with me. If I see them in trouble, I will help."

"Thank you," Ye Wukui said. "With that, I can rest in peace."

Nanli then took out a Spiritual Bag and asked Ye Wukui to enter it. "Upper Realm has a barrier. I can’t summon the Nether Sect here. I will send you once I leave Upper Realm."

Ye Wukui had no objections and entered the Spiritual Bag.

Then, Nanli took out several Puppet Talismans, sending the paper figures to dig a large pit and bury Ye Wukui’s body.

Cinian couldn’t help but feel emotional.

Looking at Nanli, she had remained expressionless the entire time, her face cold as ever.

"Nanli, are you... alright? If you’re feeling anything, it might help to cry," Cinian comforted her.

Yun Jianchu also spoke up, "Yes, cry! Even if you are a god, you have the right to cry and feel sorrow!"