The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife
Chapter 780: Anyone Who Kills Me Will Attract Heavenly Thunder Tribulation

Chapter 780: Anyone Who Kills Me Will Attract Heavenly Thunder Tribulation

Nanli took out a talisman and threw it, quickly forming hand seals to activate it.

Suddenly, golden light burst from the talisman, forming a small to medium-sized protective array that instantly blocked all the sword strikes coming from all directions.

The sound of impacts echoed continuously as the sword strikes fell, with runes flashing as they collided. The protective array remained completely undamaged.

It was just an ordinary talisman, yet with Nanli’s enhancement, it displayed such incredible power!

Zhang Dan felt a sense of panic.

The Starry Sword Spell consumed an enormous amount of spiritual power with each move.

No, I must end this quickly!

He had witnessed Nanli’s speed in replenishing her spiritual energy, and he knew he couldn’t afford to drag the battle out any longer. He had to kill her!

"Fifth move!" Zhang Dan shouted, "Spirit Sword of the Heavens!"

He drew on all the spiritual energy in his dantian and formed a massive sword in the air. Sweat trickled down his forehead.

With a smirk, he said, "Nanli, with this strike, you will definitely die! Do you have any last words?"

"I do."

Nanli’s lips parted slightly, her expression colder. "If you can’t block this sword of mine, you’ll be destroyed—soul and all."

"What?" Zhang Dan was stunned.

Before he could even bring his massive spirit sword down, Nanli had already used her spiritual power to control the Dark Moon Sword. In an instant, it split into millions of shards, moving faster than light, as sharp and swift as a comet, piercing towards Zhang Dan.

He was alarmed.

How could she use Penglai Island’s Starry Sword Spell?!

And the power... it’s not any weaker than my own!

In a panic, Zhang Dan tried to retract his spiritual energy and use the same move to counter Nanli, but he quickly realized his mistake.

Most of his spiritual power had already been used to form the massive sword, and now he was stuck—unable to go high or low.

There was no way out—he had to keep going and strike!

It would come down to who could kill the other first!

"Slash!!!"

Zhang Dan knew this was the crucial moment. His face contorted in rage as he poured all his remaining strength into the strike, sending the massive sword down towards Nanli.

But Nanli made no attempt to move.

Her sword was moving faster.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of swords pierced through Zhang Dan’s body, through his limbs, and even pierced his dantian, shattering everything in their path.

"Ah!!!" Zhang Dan screamed, falling to his knees.

The massive sword, no longer supported by his spiritual energy, began to dissipate just inches from Nanli’s head.

His body was riddled with bloody holes. With a loud thud, he collapsed on the ground, coughing up several mouthfuls of blood.

"Why... why?" His voice was hoarse as he used his last breath, "Your second move... why can it destroy my soul?"

He could already feel his soul tearing apart.

The pain in his body was nothing compared to the agony of his soul being ripped apart.

He didn’t understand.

Wasn’t this the Starry Sword Spell from Penglai Island?

No! It was definitely the same!

But why did her version destroy the soul?!

Nanli put away the Dark Moon Sword and walked up to him.

"Did Sima Xin tell you to kill me on sight?" she asked.

Zhang Dan didn’t have the strength to lift his head.

He knew protesting now would only cause more pain, so he said, "Yes..."

"Indeed," Nanli replied. "Anyone who kills me will attract heavenly thunder tribulation."

"Huh?" Zhang Dan was confused.

"Looks like you weren’t involved in the massacre from a thousand years ago. I’ll spare you now," Nanli said, turning to leave.

But Zhang Dan, on the brink of death, still tried to get an answer. "Wait... why?!"

With all his remaining strength, he reached into his Qiankun Bags and threw them at her.

Since he had consciousness, the Qiankun Bags opened, and the contents spilled out.

This guy was clearly richer than Liang Jie, as the things that spilled out were worth a lot.

"Because I am the Death God," Nanli explained bluntly. "Clearly, you didn’t earn Yan Buxiu’s trust and favor, or you would have known about the massacre against me. Even now, you are still part of it."

"Haha..."

Despite his intense pain, Zhang Dan chuckled.

"So that’s how it is... so that’s how it is," he muttered.

He had been so loyal, only to be schemed against and harmed by Sima Xin!

Nanli had such a powerful identity, and they hadn’t even told him!

She was a god—if she wanted to innovate with her sword techniques, it was hardly difficult for her.

Had he known earlier, even if he betrayed Penglai Island, he would never have led himself to his own demise!

But it was too late.

Now, he didn’t even have a chance to reincarnate and live again.

His head sank completely.

His soul scattered.

Nanli picked up the Qiankun Bags and returned to the village house.

Cinian and the others, having watched the fight, finally breathed a sigh of relief when she returned.

"Nanli, are you alright?" they asked, noticing that she had no visible injuries, but still expressing concern.

"I’m fine," Nanli said. "His Starry Sword Spell was not very refined, and he couldn’t fight properly. He couldn’t hurt me."

The others looked at her with admiration.

Since awakening, they had faced many dangers, but Nanli had handled every situation with ease, saving them time and again.

Now, they thought Nanli was even more reliable and composed than their master.

Seeing the eager, admiring expressions on their faces, Cinian coughed loudly.

Embarrassed, the disciples stepped back, making way for him.

Shandu was carefully helped back into bed to rest and heal.

He frowned, his body burning with fever.

A young boy’s soul stood beside him.

Cinian explained, "This child wouldn’t leave, insisting on seeing Shandu safe before he could go."

But Shandu...

Sigh.

They had arrived too late, and Shandu had used all his strength to perform the Daluo Buddha Hand. Though he had a Wound-Healing Pill to keep him alive, he was already on his last legs. He wouldn’t last more than a few days.

Nanli didn’t rush to tend to Shandu. Instead, she said, "You’re not supposed to be alive."

The others were taken aback.

She was speaking to the boy’s soul.

The boy blinked, pointing at himself. "Sister, are you talking about me?"

Nanli nodded, forming seals to remove the last traces of yang energy from him, then using the Heaven Star Brush to draw a talisman to collect his soul.

"What about his body?"

The couple, who had been crying non-stop, suddenly heard Nanli’s words and saw her actions. Hope reignited in their eyes.

"It’s here! It’s here!" they exclaimed, their faces full of emotion and hope.

The boy’s body had been cleaned up, but his face was purple and bruised.

Nanli placed the talisman on his forehead and said, "In three days, his three souls and seven spirits will return to his body."

However, the boy’s internal organs were damaged, so she quickly set up another talisman formation to help heal them.

The couple, being ordinary people, had never seen such impressive talisman techniques. They stared, wide-eyed.

In fact, it wasn’t just them—everyone present was in awe.

They swallowed nervously, turning to Cinian, "Master, can we learn talisman magic too?"

They also wanted to bring people back to life!

What a great deed that would be!

Cinian snorted. "You haven’t even mastered your own sect’s cultivation techniques to perfection, and you want to learn talisman magic? Don’t spread yourselves too thin!"