The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife
Chapter 772: So It Was You, Little Beggar

Chapter 772: So It Was You, Little Beggar

Nanli walked up to Cinian and checked his injuries, her expression still as indifferent as ever: "Why should I cry? It’s not me who should cry, but those who harmed me."

Because she would seek revenge on them.

Cinian stared at her blankly.

Her calmness was enough to break one’s heart.

"Nanli, about what happened back then... you must have recovered your memories by now, right? If you trust me, would you mind telling me everything in detail?" Cinian didn’t want her to bottle everything up inside.

Nanli’s hand paused. "I’ve only recovered a little of my memories, not clearly, not much to say. But one thing I’m certain of is that when I was harmed, people from all six major sects were involved. Valley Lord Yang, Palace Master Du, and Yan Buxiu are dead; Shanhai is probably not far from death either. The remaining ones are Qingwu, Ji Chengyi, and Penglai Island."

She glanced at the Sky-Tearing Sword, her confusion deepening.

Since she couldn’t directly ask Siheng, she decided to retrieve the remaining Glassy Bottle, regain all her memories, and figure out what exactly had happened.

It was going to be a tough fight.

Even though she was now at the early stage of Nascent Soul, how many moves could she make against Qingwu?

Given the current situation, they would surely guard the Glassy Bottle closely.

If she rushed to go after it, it would only make her more vulnerable to others’ schemes.

She couldn’t act in haste.

Cinian immediately said, "I will stand with you, no matter what!"

Nanli gave a slight smile, the corners of her mouth lifting just a little. "Cinian, did you see my divine nature in the Sarira of Judgement?"

Otherwise, how could his attitude have changed so drastically back then?

Cinian chuckled awkwardly. "Yes, but we had a brief encounter in your previous life."

That was when he swore to follow Nanli for life.

"Is that so?" Nanli raised an eyebrow.

"Back then, I was just a little beggar, starving and about to die. You gave me food and sent me to Divine Buddha Sect, saying I had wisdom and would definitely master its teachings." Cinian said eagerly, his gaze intense, trying to make her remember.

Nanli’s face softened as she smiled, "So it’s you, little beggar. Now that I see you’re doing well in your cultivation, it proves my judgment was right back then."

Cinian nodded vigorously. "Yes! But I, the poor old monk, was blind and failed to see the evil deeds of Shanhai. If I had noticed sooner and stopped him, you wouldn’t have suffered this tribulation."

Nanli remained calm and said, "Whether human, immortal, or god, everyone has their own tribulation. This is the love tribulation the Heavenly Dao has given me. Even if you knew about it, you wouldn’t have been able to stop it."

Cinian froze, "So... you need to gather all the Glassy Bottles to successfully overcome your tribulation and restore your true divine status?"

"Who knows?" Nanli shrugged, indifferent.

She didn’t know what the Heavenly Dao had in store for her.

And this love tribulation... she wasn’t sure if she could survive it.

As she recovered some of her memories, she could easily use healing techniques.

Cinian’s injuries had greatly improved.

There was still a lot to do, and Nanli couldn’t afford to waste time here.

She had the paper person make a simple wooden box, and then went to the place where Yan Rui had met his demise.

Cinian gasped as he saw his body dismembered.

Truly ruthless.

But little did he know, things could get even worse.

Nanli had the paper person place the dismembered body into the wooden box and then gave the paper person instructions: "Take it to Penglai Island."

She drew a talisman array to provide the paper person with enough energy.

Watching the paper person fly towards Penglai Island, Nanli turned and said, "Cinian, let’s go to Poisonous Valley."

"Why go to Poisonous Valley at a time like this?" Cinian thought she was going there to seek revenge on the poisoners and said, "Elder Duxin has a strange temperament, and his poisons are not easy to obtain. Also, entering Poisonous Valley isn’t simple."

Nanli shook her head lightly. "I noticed that Qingwu and Sima Xin’s family didn’t come from Penglai Island. I suspect that after Yan Buxiu discovered he was poisoned, he immediately sought Elder Duxin’s help to detoxify. But he found his poison was incurable, so he passed all his cultivation to Qingwu. They came in a hurry, and his body should still be in Poisonous Valley."

Cinian’s eyes widened in surprise. "It’s really possible!"

But then he frowned and said, "Actually... I don’t know how to address you now. But I have to say, Yan Buxiu is dead. Humiliating his corpse may relieve some of your anger, but it will only drive you deeper into madness."

Being blinded by hatred makes it hard to extricate oneself.

She might fail in this divine tribulation.

Nanli glanced at the vast blue sky and said, "I can’t just forgive and forget. Even if I fall into the demonic path and go mad, I must avenge this grudge."

Her expression was indifferent, but her voice was firm. "But I have my own reasons, so don’t worry."

Cinian silently thought, even if she fell into the demonic path, he would stay by her side no matter what.

Without hesitation, he followed Nanli to the outskirts of Poisonous Valley.

By now, the sky had darkened.

Poisonous Valley was shrouded in toxic mist year-round, designed to keep out unwanted visitors.

To meet Elder Duxin, one must use spiritual power to send a message, and after receiving permission, Elder Duxin would send out medicine.

Once the medicine was taken, the visitor could safely traverse the toxic mist forest.

However, Nanli carefully observed the mist and used her Heaven Star Brush to draw two talismans.

Each person took one.

She then stepped into the Poisonous Forest first.

To her surprise, as she entered the forest, the toxic mist immediately dispersed, not daring to spread any further.

Cinian followed behind, watching Nanli’s figure, filled with admiration and awe.

"Nanli, your talisman technique is truly exceptional. Elder Duxin must rely heavily on this mist to create poisons, and so far, very few people have managed to pass through the Poisonous Forest unharmed."

Nanli didn’t seem particularly happy. She said, "If it were me in the past, I wouldn’t even need a talisman. These poisons wouldn’t hurt me one bit."

Things had changed.

Thinking of her current spiritual power, she couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed.

Cinian fell silent, not daring to say anything more.

Soon, they passed through the Poisonous Forest and saw the house inside the valley.

The valley was rich in spiritual energy, a perfect place for refining poisons.

When they appeared suddenly, the little medicine attendants were shocked.

"Who are you?! How did you pass through the forest?!"

Nanli looked at their faces and knew they had been following Elder Duxin, committing many evil deeds.

With a wave of her sleeve, she knocked them down to the ground and walked gracefully past them.

Inside the house, Elder Duxin heard the noise and came out to see.

The sky had darkened completely.

A few pale moonbeams illuminated Nanli, adding a cold aura to her presence.