The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife
Chapter 800: It’s Nanli, She’s Right in Front of Me!

Chapter 800: It’s Nanli, She’s Right in Front of Me!

The sound was heart-wrenching, reverberating throughout the cave.

Nanli had already rushed over, but the moment she saw Wang Yuan’s face, she knew without checking her pulse that she was beyond saving.

Wang Yuan had suffered many previous injuries, and her Dantian had been damaged long ago. She couldn’t withstand the intense poison.

"I’m sorry, there’s nothing I can do," Nanli said quietly.

Soon after, Wang Yuan took her last breath.

Ye Yanqin stood there, dazed, her eyes hollow. It was as if her very soul had been drained.

"How could this happen..." She laughed through her tears. "Senior sister, I... I came too late, I’m so sorry... I’m so sorry..."

At this moment, she only wished to die in atonement.

Seeing her state, Nanli quickly cast a Body-Freezing Talisman on Ye Yanqin. Then, she activated her Yin-Yang Eye and spoke to Wang Yuan’s spirit, "Please, talk to her."

Sima Lei was still outside, and Nanli had no intention of letting him live.

Nanli immediately teleported outside, only to find that Sima Lei had already vanished from the area.

She raised an eyebrow and used a Talisman to catch a hint of Sima Lei’s lingering aura in the air, then used a tracking talisman to follow him.

She flew on her sword, but to her surprise, not only did she find Sima Lei, but also a group of ten or so cultivators from House Sima.

Sima Lei had taken the opportunity to escape while they went to rescue Wang Yuan.

He was bold enough to bring a few lower-ranked servants to search, as House Sima had a strong team of cultivators nearby.

Leading them was Sima Hui, House Sima’s third elder.

Sima Hui was not a direct blood relative of House Sima, but Sima Yue, impressed by his strong physique, had adopted him into the family.

In the Immortal World, Sima Hui was famous for his formidable technique—"One Palm, Shatter Core," which made him the strongest fighter in House Sima.

When Nanli came charging toward them, Sima Hui didn’t need an explanation from Sima Lei; he immediately struck out with a palm, forcing Nanli back.

She was pushed several meters away.

A few rays of sunlight filtered through the trees, landing on Nanli’s form. Her gaze was cold and indifferent as she glanced at the group of cultivators, unshaken.

Sima Lei, panting heavily, quickly ran to Sima Hui, "Uncle Hui, she killed all my servants! She’s a female cultivator from Frosty Valley!"

The implication was clear—she was nobody important, so it would be safe to kill her.

Sima Hui, with his half-white hair and sharp cheekbones, glared at Nanli with a deadly gaze.

"Rest assured, anyone who harms a member of House Sima will be shattered into pieces, as an example to others," he said coldly.

Then he turned his attention to Nanli. "Who are you? Reveal your name."

He had met many powerful female cultivators from Frosty Valley, but Nanli wasn’t one of them.

Nanli, using a Face-Changing Talisman, didn’t intend to reveal her identity.

"You’re not qualified to know," she replied flatly.

Sima Hui was taken aback. He hadn’t expected her to be so arrogant.

Their brief exchange had made him realize that she wasn’t as powerful as him, or she wouldn’t have been forced back by his strike.

He laughed manically, his voice cold as ice. "I’ll make sure you leave your name after your death. You could’ve at least appreciated this honor."

He often wrote down the names of those he killed with his "Shatter Core Palm" technique, keeping them in a box to admire whenever he pleased.

Nanli’s lips curved into a faint smirk. "Who’s going to die isn’t clear yet."

Sima Hui’s anger flared. "You think you can wear me down with your tricks? Dream on!"

He swung his hand and commanded the House Sima cultivators to surround her.

As House Sima’s young master, Sima Lei didn’t need to fight himself and simply watched from the sidelines, eager to see Nanli’s defeat.

At Sima Hui’s command, his followers attacked, showing no mercy.

Nanli’s eyes narrowed slightly.

She swiftly made a hand gesture. "Lock!"

Suddenly, Talisman symbols shimmered all around her, emitting brilliant golden light.

It was a formation of talismans!

How had she set this up without anyone noticing?

Sima Hui, surprised, remained unfazed. He believed that with his power, a mere talisman array couldn’t trap him.

But he was wrong.

The moment he made a move, golden light shot out from the talisman array, immediately binding his arms and legs.

The golden whips had a searing effect.

Sima Hui wasn’t as affected, but the other cultivators from House Sima began to scream in agony.

If they tried to use their spiritual energy to break free, they were only tangled up tighter, their pain intensifying.

Sima Hui was a Nascent Soul cultivator, and with a roar, he released his spiritual energy, causing the talisman formation to shake violently, almost on the verge of collapsing.

"You think this can trap me? Dream on!" he shouted.

However, before he could break the formation, Nanli had already appeared in front of him, sword raised high. Her eyes were sharp and emotionless as she swung the blade down at him.

Sima Hui looked up, but due to the sunlight, he couldn’t immediately see what weapon Nanli was holding.

His reflexes kicked in, and he quickly channeled his spiritual energy, fortifying his body into a nearly invulnerable state.

At this point, no ordinary weapon could harm him.

But—

Nanli’s sword was sharp and deadly, her spiritual energy overwhelming. It severed his head cleanly from his body.

His head rolled onto the ground.

Only then did Sima Hui realize that Nanli was wielding the legendary Sky-Tearing Sword!

It was her...

Nanli!?

But it was too late.

Sima Hui’s body collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

The other cultivators from House Sima stood frozen, their faces pale. They didn’t even dare to breathe.

This was House Sima’s most powerful elder—how could he have been killed in an instant?

"Nanli!?" Sima Lei finally recognized the Sky-Tearing Sword and immediately pulled out a Telestone. "Sister, it’s Nanli! She’s right here in front of me!"

Sima Xin quickly asked, "Where are you? Go find Uncle Hui!"

"No... it’s too late..." Sima Lei’s voice trembled. "Uncle Hui... he’s been beheaded by her."

Sima Xin fell silent, clearly stunned by the news.

Sima Hui was a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator and had mastered the deadly Shatter Core Palm. How could he have been defeated by Nanli?

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