The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife-Chapter 875: I’m Willing to Follow You for Life, Young Master

She knew that for a Ware Elf to cultivate into human form was no easy feat.

Crimson Nine Lands grinned widely, his tone dripping with scorn. "Old hag, if we’re fighting, just fight—why all the chatter?"

That single phrase—"old hag"—sent Sima Xin into a deeper rage. "Truly obstinate!"

"You’re the obstinate one! I don’t belong to your Yan family. Even if I die, I belong to my master!" Crimson Nine Lands snorted coldly. "I’m an immortal artifact, destined to ascend to divine status one day. You Yan family folk don’t have what it takes to help me rise!"

"Unrestrained tongue! Utter madness!"

Seeing how fiercely he defended and trusted Chu Yang only fueled Sima Xin’s fury.

Under her control, the red ribbon lengthened.

One end tangled with Crimson Nine Lands in combat.

The other slithered toward Chu Yang.

This Nascent Soul tribulation was nearing its end for Chu Yang—only two or three thunderbolts remained.

Though he had undergone a transformation, the oppressive might of the tribulation still left his body marked with wounds.

The red ribbon coiled around his hand, creeping upward.

Chu Yang jolted, unable to shake it off. The ribbon tightened, disrupting his ability to wield spiritual energy.

He instantly grasped Sima Xin’s intent: she aimed to prevent him from using spiritual energy to resist the heavenly thunder, ensuring he’d be struck dead.

A bolt of thunder crashed down.

Chu Yang cried out in pain, his body charring as he spat a mouthful of turbid blood.

"Master!" Crimson Nine Lands roared in shock and anger.

He lunged forward, aiming to sever the ribbon with a single spear thrust.

Sima Xin, seeing Chu Yang’s aura weaken significantly, gloated. "Useless! Did you think my red ribbon is some common treasure? Even as an immortal artifact, you can’t cut it!"

With a flick of her fingers, the ribbon’s other end entangled Crimson Nine Lands again.

It split into countless strands, trapping him within, making escape nearly impossible.

Another thunderbolt descended.

As one of the final strikes, its power was staggering.

Chu Yang’s form became unrecognizable, teetering on the brink of death.

Crimson Nine Lands sensed his master’s frailty, his eyes turning bloodshot.

The thunderclouds converged, the final, mightiest bolt poised to fall.

Sima Xin, gazing at the myriad flashes of lightning, sneered, "Chu Yang, this is the fate of those who dare meddle with Penglai Island’s possessions."

She hooked her fingers, tightening the ribbon further.

Chu Yang struggled to breathe.

Blood poured from his mouth in streams.

Crimson Nine Lands went berserk, finally breaking through the ribbon array and charging toward Chu Yang.

But it was too late.

The last Nascent Soul tribulation bolt struck.

From midair, the brilliance was blinding, obscuring all sight.

A heavy scent of scorched flesh filled the air.

Sima Xin, feeling Chu Yang’s breath cease through the ribbon, burst into triumphant laughter.

Penglai Island had endured blow after blow, letting Nanli gloat for so long. This time, it was finally her turn to revel, wasn’t it?

A pity, though—Chu Yang would be charred black, limbs severed. Even if displayed, Nanli might not recognize him.

No matter—his death was enough.

Imagining Nanli’s heartbroken despair, Sima Xin nearly laughed until tears streamed down her face.

But then, her laughter halted abruptly.

Why could she sense Chu Yang’s aura again?

Sima Xin tried to manipulate the ribbon to pierce his heart meridian, but to her shock, it began to blaze, burning up!

"How is this possible? My ribbon is impervious to blades and immune to water and fire!"

Utterly baffled, she watched as the flames spread in an instant.

The treasure she’d wielded for years burned to ashes before her eyes!

Looking at Chu Yang, she saw his body now wreathed in firelight.

Sima Xin couldn’t comprehend it.

But since he still lived, she wouldn’t let him go.

Darting forward, she drew a sword, infused it with spiritual energy, and slashed at Chu Yang’s neck, the blade glinting coldly.

Before it could land,

a hand seized the blade.

Firelight from that hand melted the sword.

"What?" Sima Xin gasped in disbelief as Chu Yang opened his eyes.

His gaze was stark—black and white distinct.

His other hand clenched into a fist, also ablaze, gathering power before unleashing it at Sima Xin:

"Fire Cloud Blazing Fist!"

Sima Xin’s expression shifted in alarm. She crossed her arms to deflect the blow’s force.

But her back tore open with a gash.

She was flung back, retreating over a dozen meters before steadying herself.

Chu Yang’s firelight gradually faded. Shirtless, bathed in countless rays of sunlight, his skin seemed to glow.

With a reach, the Crimson Nine Lands Spear materialized, gripped firmly in his hand.

"Sima Xin." Having broken through to Nascent Soul, Chu Yang’s voice was steady, brimming with killing intent. "I told you—I’ll protect Sixth Sister and slaughter you hypocrites."

A swing of his spear whipped up a fierce wind, firelight flaring anew.

Sima Xin didn’t dare underestimate him. She pulled out several Talismans, forming an array to temporarily block the strike.

Her defeat was certain—she couldn’t afford to linger. She returned to her starting point.

"Mother?" Yan Luo, watching the battle from below, felt her heart sink. "You... you lost!"

"Yes, we’re leaving now." Sima Xin produced a Transfer Talisman and grabbed her daughter’s hand.

A female disciple cried out, "Madam, take me with you!"

Sima Xin kicked her away. "Follow my orders—go stall Chu Yang!"

Her Transfer Talisman, unlike Nanli’s expertly crafted ones, could only transport one other person.

The disciple’s face paled. "Even you couldn’t beat him—how can I stop him? That’s sending me to my death!"

Before she could finish, Sima Xin vanished with Yan Luo.

Chu Yang arrived moments later.

The female disciple, seeing his imposing figure, felt her legs give out and dropped to her knees, stammering, "D-Don’t... don’t kill me."

"But you’re a Penglai Island disciple," Chu Yang said coldly. "If I let you go, you might harm my Sixth Sister someday."

Desperate to survive, she shook her head frantically. "No, no, I won’t! Madam abandoned me—I won’t return to Penglai Island!"

Chu Yang studied her with a heavy gaze.

Crimson Nine Lands transformed back into human form. "Master, don’t spare her! These Penglai Island disciples—they’ve done little good."

Having spent so long there, he knew better than anyone.

The disciple sobbed uncontrollably. "I haven’t! I really haven’t! I’ve always done good, kept a low profile. Penglai Island lost so many that Madam had no choice but to bring me along."

Chu Yang could sense she’d only recently reached Golden Core—her words might be true.

After a moment’s hesitation, he said, "If I killed you outright, I’d be no different from Qingwu and his ilk. Fine, I’ll let you go today. But if I ever see you at Penglai Island again, I’ll end you."

The disciple hadn’t expected to escape death.

Stunned, she kowtowed loudly to Chu Yang several times. "Young Master, your great kindness—I can’t repay it. I’m willing to follow you for life as thanks."

Before Chu Yang could respond, Crimson Nine Lands stepped forward, shielding him completely.