The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife-Chapter 906: Now I’m All Alone

Shang Jue chuckled lightly, "You have spirit. But spirit alone won’t help you get revenge."

Yan Hu clenched his fists, "Whether I can get revenge or not has nothing to do with you, a Demon Clan Asura!"

"Master Yan, don’t be so resistant to me. In fact, a thousand years ago, Qingwu and your father also cooperated with us. Otherwise, how could they have obtained the God-Slaying Formation to execute and dismember Nanli?" Shang Jue spoke slowly.

Upon hearing this, Yan Hu’s pupils contracted sharply, and he shouted in disbelief, "You’re lying! My father would never cooperate with you! He wouldn’t!"

Sima Yue chose to remain silent.

Shang Jue raised her eyebrows and reminded, "You already know the whole truth. Do you still think your father is an upright and righteous person?"

Yan Hu’s face froze, and then he became angry and ashamed. Since he was old enough to understand, he had lived a life where everyone adored him, and everyone said his father was a savior of the world, having done many good deeds for the Immortal World. However, after returning from the North Sea, he had been hit with one blow after another. He could say that his father killed Nanli for Penglai Island, for the Immortal World. But now someone was telling him that his father had actually colluded with the Demon Clan Asura. How could he accept that? Didn’t they cultivate to slay demons and eliminate evil?

"You’re lying!" Yan Hu still refused to believe it.

Shang Jue brushed the hair that had fallen over her temple, gradually losing her patience. She said, "Alright, then I must have mistaken you for someone else. Someone as cowardly and incompetent as you should just stay in the dark, living in the shadows for the rest of your life. You’ll never be able to stand proudly in front of others again."

Yan Hu’s breath caught.

Sima Yue, the coward, quickly knelt down, "We’ve already suffered so much. Please, don’t kill us!"

Shang Jue gave a contemptuous smile, "Kill you? I’m too lazy to do it myself."

Her gaze was like looking at a pile of mud. The meaning was clear: Yan Hu had rotted to the point of being beyond redemption, with no value at all. Killing him would be a waste of her effort. For Yan Hu, who had always been a favored son of heaven, this was a devastating blow.

He saw Shang Jue turn around and step into the forest, her figure about to disappear. His mind wavered, his head momentarily blank, and he blurted out, "Wait!"

Shang Jue seemed to have lost all hope in him and didn’t stop at all.

"I want revenge! I want to restore Penglai Island’s glory! No matter what it takes, if you can help me, I’m willing!" Yan Hu shouted loudly.

He shouted out the desires that had been buried in his heart, no longer suppressing them. Finally, Shang Jue’s figure stopped. Sima Yue’s face changed in shock, and he turned to scold, "A’Hu! Have you lost your mind?"

Collaborating with the Demon Clan, even if they succeeded in taking revenge, they would still be the losers. Sima Yue stood up, his face resolute. He didn’t care what Sima Yue was saying; he just stared at Shang Jue and said, "Call your people out. Let’s discuss our grand plan together."

Shang Jue turned around, her face calm. Her tone was sorrowful, "Among our Nine Great Protectors, five have already died in these ten thousand years. With Jifeng Celestial Sovereign’s return, we’ve lost two more. Now, only I remain."

Yan Hu pressed on, "What about the other one?"

"You don’t need to worry about that. Just consider him non-existent. He will act when the time is right," Shang Jue said. freёweɓnovel.com

Yan Hu couldn’t help but find it laughable. He had mustered all his courage to take this step. But now Shang Jue was telling him that she was alone. Wasn’t she just toying with him?!

He let out a mocking smile, "You’re just one person, and I... without the support of Penglai Island, and now disabled, what on earth are you daydreaming about?"

Without his right hand, his strength was severely weakened.

Shang Jue lifted her foot. In the blink of an eye, she had moved to Yan Hu’s side. She placed one hand on his shoulder and smiled, "No, as long as you’re willing, you will have a right hand again."

"What?" Yan Hu was stunned.

Sima Yue was both frightened and excited, "Are you serious?! Can you really perform this regenerative technique?!"

Shang Jue withdrew her hand and immediately took out a piece of broken hand bone. It was surrounded by a deep, dark demonic aura!

Yan Hu instinctively stepped back.

Seeing his reaction, Shang Jue didn’t get angry. She said, "Not all of us Demon Clan people can cultivate. In fact, most of us are ordinary Demon Clan citizens. To cultivate, one needs a Demon Bone to develop a Demon Core."

Yan Hu understood, "This... this is a Demon Bone?!"

"Correct, and it’s from my Asura Clan!" Shang Jue said, "Master Yan, you’re very fortunate. Our Demon Clan people’s Demon Bones are in different parts of the body. By chance, my colleague’s Demon Bone is from the arm section. Once it’s attached to you, this Demon Bone will come to life, and your hand will grow new flesh and blood within a month."

Sima Yue’s eyes widened, "If it’s attached, then... won’t A’Hu become a Demon Clan Asura?"

Shang Jue nodded, "Yes."

Sima Yue swallowed hard, his mind in turmoil, unsure whether to advise Yan Hu. Compared to becoming a Demon Clan Asura, it was better than falling into demonic ways.

"A’Hu, you... you decide for yourself!" He didn’t want to influence Yan Hu’s decision. Nor did he want to take responsibility.

Yan Hu was hesitating. As a cultivator, respected by all, could he really accept becoming a despised Demon Clan Asura?

Another peal of thunder cracked in the sky. He turned to look and realized it was the last thunderbolt. Nanli had successfully weathered the thunder tribulation and officially broken through to the late Nascent Soul stage.

He used to be able to exchange a few moves with Nanli, but now... he no longer had the qualifications to challenge her.

Yan Hu’s voice was wooden as he asked, "If I become a Demon Clan Asura, will my power increase?"

"You are originally a cultivator. Once you become a Demon Clan Asura, with both paths combined, your cultivation will soar. However, our Demon Clan warriors have a fatal flaw: short lifespans," Shang Jue reminded.

Yan Hu raised his eyes, his gaze gradually becoming clear and resolute, "If I can’t get revenge, a long life is useless. I’m willing to have the Demon Bone attached. What do I need to do?"

Shang Jue smiled again, "Follow me."

She led him to her hiding place, a deep, old forest. The Demon Clan had their own talismans and formation barriers. The barriers were harmless but would cause anyone who entered to be trapped, unable to find their way out.

It was unclear how long Shang Jue had been hiding here, but she had built several rooms, giving the place a lived-in feel.

She brought Yan Hu into one of the rooms and said, "Take off your clothes."

Yan Hu did as he was told. Shang Jue didn’t show any mercy and directly broke off the small amount of bone that had just grown back on him.

Yan Hu’s face turned pale from the pain. Sima Yue was shocked, "A’Hu! You could at least be gentler."

Shang Jue was fully focused and ignored everything else. She made a hand seal to gather demonic energy and drew different formation diagrams on the Demon Bone and Yan Hu’s wound.

"Yan Hu, the process will be a bit painful. You’ll have to endure it," she said.

"Don’t worry, I can take it," Yan Hu replied confidently. It was just a matter of setting the bone.