The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife-Chapter 893: Qingwu Strikes Again

"Eh, Crimson Glow Peak Master, your words are off. What do you mean by Penglai Island? Crimson Nine Lands is now in the hands of Chu Yang, and that makes it his!"

This was, of course, Cinian speaking.

But upon hearing this, Yan Luo’s anger flared. "What do you mean Chu Yang’s? That’s Penglai Island’s!"

Chu Yang, hearing the voice, finally realized who it was.

"How is it you?" he narrowed his eyes, "And still wearing a mask. Seems you know you have no face to show."

"Shut up!" Yan Luo didn’t want him to continue, fearing the truth about her disfigured face would be exposed.

Chu Yang, being an honorable person, didn’t wish to continue digging into the wound.

"Then I’ll take your life and avenge my sixth sister!"

He glanced at Nanli, signaling her to understand. The two quickly advanced together.

One wielded Crimson Nine Lands, exuding immense power.

The other held the Vajra Pestle, agile and swift.

They attacked from both sides, leaving no room for counterattack.

Yan Luo was struggling to defend herself; escaping was impossible. At this point, even just withstanding their attacks was becoming increasingly difficult.

With Chu Yang’s assistance, Nanli was in her element.

All the wounds she had sustained were now being repaid in full.

One strike of the Vajra Pestle shattered Yan Luo’s sinister palm attack.

With another, she aimed directly for Yan Luo’s Dantian, intending to shatter her Demon Core.

But as she neared the Dantian, a surge of spiritual energy struck them.

Both Nanli and Chu Yang immediately sensed something was wrong, and used their own energy to resist.

This spiritual energy was no ordinary force.

The two were forced back.

Yan Luo had narrowly escaped death. As she fell, someone reached out to grab her.

Looking back, it was none other than Qingwu, dressed in a grey robe.

"Uncle!" Yan Luo exclaimed with surprise.

Now, Nanli had assistance, but so did she!

Qingwu helped Yan Luo land gracefully.

Nanli and the others also landed, forming a defensive and offensive formation.

"Qingwu, your poison has been undone." Nanli’s expression darkened. "That was quick."

Moreover, his cultivation seemed largely unaffected.

That Demon Clan member was indeed skilled.

Qingwu’s face darkened as he waved his sleeve. His voice was cold. "Nanli, my power has been restored. Are you still so arrogant?"

Then, his gaze fell on the Crimson Nine Lands in Chu Yang’s hand, and he chuckled. "How ridiculous. This artifact must have been blind to choose such a master."

Yan Luo seized the opportunity to speak. "Uncle Qingwu, this is the one who stole our Penglai Island’s treasures!"

Qingwu turned to her. "What’s wrong with you? In such a short time, you’ve fallen into demonhood?"

Yan Luo’s heart jolted. "Uncle Qingwu, it was Chu Yang who killed my mother and stole the treasures of Penglai Island!"

She glared at Chu Yang. "They forced me into a corner! I had no choice but to fall into demonhood!"

Everyone was stunned.

Sima Xin was dead?

Chu Yang killed him?

Nanli also asked, "Fourth brother, is this true?"

"It’s true. I killed him." Chu Yang admitted. "But Crimson Nine Lands wasn’t something I took. It followed me of its own volition."

The Crimson Nine Lands itself trembled, confirming Chu Yang’s words.

Qingwu’s expression grew somber. He asked, "Did you come alone? Even if your Second Brother couldn’t make it, what about the elders of Penglai Island?"

Yan Luo’s gaze wavered. "They... they’re back at Penglai Island. I rushed here without calling them."

Nanli caught onto something and decided to sow discord. "That doesn’t make sense. With Sima Xin’s cultivation alone, you couldn’t have such power. The elders of Penglai Island didn’t come with you? They must already have become your food, haven’t they?"

Yan Luo’s expression froze.

Qingwu flicked his sleeve, dismissing Yan Luo to the side.

The elders of Penglai Island were all dead. What use were the remaining disciples?

With the cultivators of House Sima also suffering great losses, the power of this faction was now severely weakened and practically useless.

Yan Luo had absorbed most of their energy but was still only at the Demon Spirit realm, which meant she didn’t have much worth.

Yan Luo froze. "Uncle Qingwu... what are you doing?!"

"As an Immortal World Venerable Master, how could I be involved with a Demon Cultivator like you?" Qingwu said coldly.

Yan Luo didn’t expect Qingwu to turn against her. She hurriedly explained, "Uncle Qingwu, even though I’ve fallen into demonhood, I’ll still listen to you and remain loyal!"

She knew that if Qingwu abandoned her, she might escape for the moment, but Penglai Island and House Sima would both abandon her.

Qingwu just quietly stared at her.

"Rather than killing Nanli and suffering divine retribution, I’m willing to take her place!" Yan Luo quickly offered. "I seek nothing else but to kill my enemies!"

"Well, you’ve had it tough," Qingwu said with a slight smile. "It’s all their fault, or else Penglai Island wouldn’t have fallen so low."

He was out for revenge today, and this little girl could still be of use.

After all, they would all die here today, and no one would ever know that he had teamed up with a Demon Cultivator.

Yan Luo grinned, understanding. "Nanli, Chu Yang, you are sure to die today!"

Cinian chuckled. "You Demon Cultivators think we’re nothing? Qingwu, even if you’ve regained your power, you’re still facing so many of us. Your chances of winning aren’t high, are they?"

Yan Luo quickly interjected, "Uncle Qingwu, don’t listen to what they say! They’ve just fought with Seven Peaks Sect’s people, and their spiritual energy is almost depleted!"

"I know," Qingwu replied, undeterred.

At that moment, he instantly teleported, intending to take down the old monk to strike a blow to their morale.

As he struck, the air around them seemed to churn.

Cinian wasn’t completely drained; he quickly chanted a spell and summoned the twelve Sanskrit prisons, aiming to trap and kill Qingwu.

The twelve Shans followed suit, chanting in unison.

But with their own energy depleted, the twelve Sanskrit prisons weren’t very powerful.

Qingwu effortlessly shattered the golden light of the Sanskrit seals and aimed to strike Cinian’s head.

Yan Luo, seeing this, immediately moved to engage Nanli, but Chu Yang was quicker, blocking her path. The two began battling fiercely.

Nanli, managing to block a side attack, took the opportunity to stab out from the right.

Ximen Chuan drew his twin swords and rushed to help.

Qingwu, however, didn’t see them as a threat.

Taking on all three of them was no problem.

Apart from Shandu, the rest of the good cultivators had almost no energy left and could only watch. freёweɓnovel.com

Shandu alone entered the fray.

Yun Yubai also moved to join in.

Bai Hao grabbed his arm. "Don’t go, stay here and watch us!"

Yun Yubai’s eyes were fixed on Nanli. "Bai Hao senior, with just the two of them, if I join in, we can end this quickly."

Bai Hao refused to let go. "Don’t break rank! What if Qingwu has reinforcements? You know, with my and these monks’ energy, we can barely protect ourselves!"

"Isn’t there a senior sister here?" Yun Yubai shrugged off his arm.

Crimson Glow Peak Master had intended to stay out of it, but as she felt a sharp energy brushing past her, she quickly drew her sword to block.

"Junior brother, watch out!"

But her sword was snapped in half, and she was sent crashing to the ground by a powerful palm.