The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife-Chapter 863: Setting the Trap, Qingwu, Prepare to Die!

It was enough to drive him mad!

The sword intent missed its mark, returning once more into Qingwu’s hands. He had exhausted much of his spiritual energy and had to land on the side of a mountain slope, his steps faltering as he nearly stumbled.

"Nanli!"

"Nanli!!"

Qingwu’s rage had nowhere to go. Sweeping his sleeves, he knocked over several trees, trying to calm himself. However, his mind was already in turmoil, his thoughts consumed by hatred.

In the midst of his frustration, two cold lights suddenly shot toward him from both sides. Qingwu was momentarily caught off guard, forgetting to use his teleportation technique. However, drawing from his experience, he quickly avoided the critical points.

The two streaks of cold light pierced through his left shoulder and abdomen, but did not strike his heart or Dantian. Despite that, the wounds were poisoned, and the toxins began to suppress his spiritual power.

He collapsed to the ground, fear and panic on his face.

Struggling to lift his head, he saw Nanli and Cinian before him.

The moonlight was dim.

Nanli retracted the two beams of cold light—it was the Dark Moon Sword and the Sky-Tearing Sword’s sword intent. Her face was icy and disdainful as she spoke, "Qingwu, you’re right. We do need to settle things."

"You... You’re despicable!" Qingwu forced the words out.

She had always slipped away without a trace, so he had thought she would do the same this time. Little did he expect, she had returned with a surprise attack.

The poison...

It was the same poison that Yan Buxiu had been afflicted with!

Nanli was indeed ruthless and patient, not explaining too much, but instead waiting for the perfect moment to make him suffer under this poison’s torment. He was at the Great Achievement stage now! How could he possibly lose to Nanli?!

He refused to accept it!

"Nanli, hehe..." Qingwu, unable to use his spiritual power, still tried to struggle, "With my time running out, I might as well tell you the truth from back then..."

"I’m not interested in hearing it," Nanli said, raising her sword again.

Before the next strike of sword intent could fall, Qingwu quickly shouted, "It’s all the Demon Clan’s scheme! It’s all the Demon Clan’s fault!"

"Hold on!" Cinian hurriedly stopped her.

At that very moment, a shadow suddenly darted out of the dark trees, using Demon Clan techniques to strike down with great force.

Nanli’s face changed, and she immediately pulled Cinian back.

The shadow attacked again, making its intentions clear—it was aiming for her life.

Nanli wasn’t someone to be easily intimidated. She formed a seal with one hand, and the sword intent changed, suppressing the shadow’s demonic power.

They clashed a few times beneath the moonlight, neither side giving way.

Though Cinian couldn’t help much, he threw out the Vajra Pestle. "Nanli, take this!"

The Vajra Pestle could suppress all evil and demons, including those of the Demon Clan.

But as soon as Nanli took hold of it, the shadow seemed to be afraid of the Vajra Pestle. It darted back to Qingwu’s side, grabbing his collar, and said, "Nanli, we will meet again."

With that, the shadow threw a magic tool that opened a teleportation portal, disappearing in an instant.

Nanli frowned, sensing the aura on the Dark Moon Sword. She murmured, "So it’s the Asura Clan..."

Yun Jianchu, slightly taken aback, said playfully, "No way? Could it be coming for me?"

"Coming for you? What’s your status?" Nanli said with a hint of confusion.

Yun Jianchu, full of self-importance, teased, "Do you want to know? Heh, I’m not telling you."

"Talk or not, I don’t care." Nanli murmured to herself, "It’s a pity I couldn’t end Qingwu directly. I’ve been planning this for so long..."

She turned to see Cinian standing there, his head lowered, not saying a word.

Nanli walked over and handed the Vajra Pestle to him, "Cinian, what’s on your mind?"

Cinian, unable to hide his guilt, suddenly kneeled on the ground. "It’s all my fault. If I hadn’t shouted, Qingwu would have surely died."

Nanli sighed and crouched down. "Although you were in the way, the Asura Clan has been watching from the shadows. Even without your interruption, I wouldn’t have been able to kill him."

Moreover, though she had intended to kill Qingwu, upon hearing his words, she hesitated slightly.

Back then, Qingwu had already been the Elder of Jialan, but he knew how to destroy gods, using true divine blood and inner pills to nourish the Spirit Tree. That was indeed strange.

But with the interference of the Demon Clan’s Asura, everything began to make sense.

Cinian could hardly contain his guilt, his eyes reddening. "Really? But... but Qingwu is poisoned, he shouldn’t last long, right?"

"If the Demon Clan Asura is powerful, Qingwu won’t die just yet," Nanli said, "He will likely only suffer from severe cultivation damage."

"What? Why?"

"The Demon Clan Asura has a technique to force out poison. It’s quite useful. It all depends on whether Qingwu is worth saving." Nanli explained.

Cinian punched the ground, exclaiming, "That’s bad. How could the Demon Clan Asura let him die? There are many things that still require Qingwu’s involvement."

"That’s true." Nanli nodded.

Cinian sighed repeatedly. "Such a pity. But what is the Demon Clan Asura really planning? Could he be thinking of opening the Demon Ruin and bringing the Demon Clan back to Nine States?"

"Very likely." Nanli’s expression grew serious. "Perhaps the cracks in the Demon Ruin from a thousand years ago were his doing. But the Demon Ruin is heavily sealed by Siheng and me. He shouldn’t be able to do anything for now."

Cinian’s heart was heavy. Though he had never witnessed the return of the Demon Clan to Nine States, he had read plenty about it in books. His heart tightened. "But we don’t know how many Demon Clan Asuras are hiding here. If one day they break the seals, Nine States will be in grave danger!"

"Yes, the war between gods and demons ten thousand years ago caused many true gods to fall. The ones who survived are mostly those whose primordial spirits were damaged and are now in seclusion, either recovering or reincarnating. And aside from Siheng, there should be no immortals left in this world. If the Demon Ruin’s gates are breached now, who can stop the Demon Clan? Nine States would most likely become their territory." Nanli added gravely.

Cinian felt a chill in his bones.

Yun Jianchu laughed loudly, "I knew my Demon Clan Asura wouldn’t give up so easily!"

Nanli rolled her eyes, saying, "But the Asura Clan is short-lived. I just fought with that Asura, and given their lifespan, he doesn’t have much time left. As long as we guard the Demon Ruin and wear him down, it should be fine."

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Cinian blinked. "Is that possible? This... this method is quite fresh and unconventional..."

"Well, there’s no choice. I haven’t regained my divine power yet, or else dealing with an old Asura Clan member would be a piece of cake," Nanli said.

Cinian frowned. "We still need to find the Glassy Bottle quickly."

"Don’t rush. It’s not just Qingwu who has exhausted his spiritual energy, I have as well." Nanli pulled out a Transfer Talisman. "Let’s check on the Bai family first."

She knew the Spirit Boat had her paper man, so she already knew the location.

A flash of golden light, and they arrived in an instant.

There, Bai Hao was pushing aside the paper man, holding the control disk, humming a tune, and looking quite content.