The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife-Chapter 901: Release A’Li, and You May Leave Jialan

She was almost on par with Siheng’s strength.

She did want to help, but given her current power, forcing her way through would only cause trouble for Siheng.

But it didn’t matter; she had plenty of good things!

She hadn’t yet returned the Vajra Pestle to Cinian.

"Siheng!" she shouted, tossing him the magical artifact.

Siheng caught it steadily.

The black-robed figure was slightly startled when she saw he had acquired a demon-slaying artifact.

She knew she couldn’t afford to keep stalling; otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to take the Glassy Bottle out of Jialan Celestial Mountain.

With a flicker of her eyes, the black-robed figure hesitated no longer and turned to attack Nanli.

No matter how powerful Nanli had been in her past life, her soul was now incomplete, and her power was weak—an easy target!

"A’Li!" Siheng rushed to warn her, trying to get her to move.

But Nanli, seemingly under the influence of the black-robed figure’s dark magic, stood motionless.

In the blink of an eye, the black-robed figure had her by the throat.

"Siheng, don’t come any closer!" the black-robed figure said smugly. "She’s the one you love most. For her to be reborn, you’ve spent thousands of years scheming. You wouldn’t want to watch your efforts go to waste, would you? Don’t let her die at my hands."

Siheng’s expression tightened, his hands dropping by his sides, his energy restrained.

The black-robed figure wasn’t pleased with his response, and said something strange, "You have such a soft spot. How can you ever achieve greatness?"

Siheng didn’t bother trying to understand her cryptic words. He coldly replied, "Release A’Li, and you may leave Jialan. If she is harmed in the slightest, you won’t live to see another day."

Qing Feng stumbled out from inside.

Seeing Nanli captured, he couldn’t help but comment, "Princess, I thought I was the one who’d embarrassed myself the most, but it turns out you’re even worse off than me."

Nanli rolled her eyes and retorted, "All you do is insult me. What else can you do?"

Qing Feng clutched his chest, feeling unwell, and muttered, "I really can’t do anything. I can’t beat her."

After all, the black-robed figure was at the second stage of Demon Venerable.

Surviving this long was already impressive!

The black-robed figure didn’t have time to respond to their banter. "Siheng Venerable Master, I’m sorry, but I can’t comply. She’s no ordinary person. She keeps breaking her tendons and shattering her elixir. I can’t afford to be careless."

Siheng immediately understood what she was after.

He was about to use his teleportation to rush over when, just as the black-robed figure raised her hand, several talismans shot up from the ground, crashing down onto her.

This...

Exorcism Talismans!

Although the power of the talismans wasn’t enough to be fatal to the black-robed figure, they did cause a slight burn, and her magic was momentarily suppressed.

Nanli seized the opportunity and pushed the figure away.

Before the black-robed figure could regain her balance, Siheng followed up immediately, driving the Vajra Pestle straight into her back.

Right at her heart.

The black-robed figure lost all strength instantly. Her magic scattered, and she fell to the ground.

She murmured, "I... I underestimated them..."

She had thought that Nanli, now only at the Nascent Soul stage, would pose no threat to her. But her carelessness had led to this outcome.

She hadn’t even lasted a few moves...

How embarrassing...

Perhaps she wasn’t even as good as Zhai Xing.

Siheng wasted no time, using his spiritual whip to snatch the bag from the black-robed figure.

This bag was specially made by the Demon Clan, similar to a Qiankun Bag.

The black-robed figure reached out weakly to stop him, but with the Vajra Pestle still lodged in her heart, her magic suppressed, and only a faint breath left, her hand soon fell limp.

Siheng easily opened the bag and pulled out the Glassy Bottle.

It showed no sign of cracking.

Nanli inspected it and confirmed, "No poison."

She carefully put the Glassy Bottle away.

Siheng sighed, his voice tinged with reproach. "A’Li, you scared me. Next time, don’t use yourself as bait."

He had no idea how anxious he had been just now.

If something had happened to her, he didn’t think he would have been able to live with himself.

Nanli replied, "I was certain of my plan before choosing to act. Don’t worry."

Then, she used her spiritual power to lift the black-robed figure’s hood.

It didn’t take long for her to recognize the person. "Great Protector?"

As for her name, Nanli couldn’t quite remember it.

Yun Jianchu, seeing the familiar face again, finally snapped out of his stupor. "Great Protector!"

But the Great Protector, now pierced by the Vajra Pestle, was barely clinging to life. Her voice trembled as she muttered, "No... no..."

Despite being from opposing sides, Nanli couldn’t be bothered to care about Yun Jianchu’s feelings.

She remembered that the Great Protector had once been extremely beautiful, with immense power, which was why she had ranked first.

But...

"I remember you were once at the second stage of Demon Venerable. How is it that your power has regressed so much now?" Nanli asked. "If you still had your former strength, even my Exorcism Talismans might not have worked on you."

The Great Protector scoffed, "You don’t talk about your past glory, so I won’t bother mentioning mine either."

Nanli speculated, "This must have something to do with the Demon Clan’s Asura conspiracy, right?"

"Winners write the history," the Great Protector replied, her pale, aging face twisted with bitterness. "My strength was used to forge... forge demonic artifacts. I managed to create a crack, and I thought I was going to... going to reunite with the king. But I never expected you two to mend the crack!"

Her voice grew more furious, filled with endless hatred.

Qing Feng immediately flattered her, "Of course! Did you think the Venerable Lord and Princess just sit around eating rice?!"

Siheng didn’t believe her words, remaining calm. "You’re lying. With just your magic, you couldn’t have forged such a powerful artifact."

That was a huge crack!

Otherwise, he and A’Li wouldn’t have been harmed in their primordial spirits back then.

"But what if there were several other Protectors’ magic lives sacrificed?" The Great Protector’s voice squeezed out through her teeth. "Nanli, you should understand. When demonic artifacts are fueled by sacrifices, their power is multiplied!"

"That’s true," Nanli nodded.

Qing Feng sighed, "You all really gave everything just to go back home."

The Great Protector sighed deeply. "Unfortunately... us few... we’ll never return to our homeland..."

Nanli furrowed her brow, realizing a clue.

"No, you’re the Protectors of the Asura King. With the Immortal-Demon War so intense, why are you all out here looking for Princess Chuyun?"

The Great Protector hesitated for a moment before responding, "It’s no harm telling you. We were ordered to find Princess Chuyun."

"Your story matches Zhai Xing’s," Nanli suddenly smiled. "But you still think I’m a fool? Your king is about to die, the Demon Domain is about to fall, and all of you, the most trusted Protectors, are out here looking for a princess?"

The Protectors surely had another mission.

A trace of panic flashed in the Great Protector’s eyes.

She wanted to end her life to keep the secret, but with Siheng’s Vajra Pestle still lodged in her heart, and with very little strength left, she couldn’t even raise her hand, let alone strike herself to end her own life.