The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife-Chapter 936: Joining the Demon Clan? The Monk is Not Shanyang

"That already sounds boring," Siheng sighed again.

Nanli added,

"Indeed. My greatest joys used to be subduing ghost kings across various lands, fishing in the North Sea, or hunting in the North Wilderness. But after a while, it all felt mundane and dull."

"That’s why many immortals throughout history couldn’t withstand such restrictions. The repetitive, day-by-day life gives rise to inner demons, turning them into fallen immortals. You must be vigilant against this."

"According to the rules, reincarnation to endure the eight sufferings of life is already considered a light punishment. But if one’s soul is destroyed by heavenly lightning, there’s no second chance."

Siheng thought to himself that if it were him, spending such endless years in monotony, he’d go insane too.

But when he looked up and saw Nanli standing before him, the breeze gently stirring her hair and highlighting her beautiful face, he suddenly smiled and said,

"If I can be with you always, no matter how long life is, I won’t find it dull."

His main goal was simply to live a good life with his wife and children.

And his secondary duty was to protect all living beings.

Nanli was rarely shy, but her cheeks flushed. "When did you get such a sweet tongue?"

But with Siheng being a immortal-demon hybrid, and with their child yet unborn, it was clear that a peaceful life was still a long way off.

Perhaps even the heavens found Siheng’s words too sweet, as thunder rumbled again.

This time, it was Nanli’s tribulation.

Siheng’s gaze turned solemn. "Do you need my help?"

"I shouldn’t," Nanli replied.

Based on previous experiences, she believed the heavenly tribulation would go easy on her.

But the only variable now was that her child carried the power of chaos.

To be cautious, she had Siheng stand by to protect her. If anything went wrong, he would intervene immediately.

Siheng agreed.

Thunder roared.

Nanli’s Deity Forming stage tribulation had arrived!

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Jialan Celestial Mountain

Though the disturbance in the North Wilderness was massive, it didn’t greatly affect the Nine States.

The night was deep.

Yun Yubai had moved to another residence.

With cold iron shackles restraining him, he could barely use any strength, let alone his spiritual power.

Yun Jianchu visited him daily, even trying to lull him to sleep.

Yun Yubai looked troubled and said, "Mother, I’m already grown."

He didn’t need lullabies anymore.

Even if they were mother and son, spending the night in the same room didn’t seem proper.

Yun Jianchu blinked innocently.

"So what if you’re grown? During my ten thousand years in the secret realm, I composed countless lullabies just to sing them to you."

Yun Yubai was moved, staring at her in a daze.

Lying down, he said, "Mother, go ahead and sing."

Yun Jianchu was delighted and cleared her throat.

She began to sing passionately.

At first, Yun Yubai was full of anticipation. After ten thousand years, the lullabies should be extraordinary.

But by the end, he wished his shackles weren’t suppressing his spiritual power so he could block his ears.

Yet Yun Jianchu remained enthusiastic, oblivious to his expression.

"How was it? Was it touching? Let me sing another. Yining used to love my songs."

Yun Yubai quickly sat up and stopped her.

"Mother, are you sure father liked them?"

"Of course," Yun Jianchu said with a charming smile. "He loved them."

Yun Yubai doubted her for the first time.

He hesitated but said, "Mother, I’m feeling sleepy. You should rest too."

"I’m a scarecrow; I don’t need rest." She remained seated, unmoving.

Her gaze became somber.

"Little Bai, about removing the Demon Bone... will you reconsider?"

She pleaded with sincerity.

Yun Yubai’s brow twitched at the name ’Little Bai,’ but he didn’t argue.

"Mother, there’s no need. I don’t want to make things difficult for them."

"That’s nothing!" Yun Jianchu grew anxious. "Removing the Demon Bone is no small matter. You could lose all your cultivation—or worse, your life!"

Tears fell from her eyes.

Why?

Why was she always so powerless?

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"I don’t mind. I have to try." Yun Yubai smiled nonchalantly. "There’s still a ten percent chance."

But to Yun Jianchu, that felt like a death sentence.

Yun Yubai weakly raised his hand, wiping her tears.

"Don’t cry. Everything has its destiny."

"I’d rather fight them all than lose you," Yun Jianchu sobbed harder.

Yun Yubai frowned.

He didn’t want to trouble Siheng and Nanli, nor become a burden himself.

Being a immortal-demon hybrid, he had no better option.

Just then, someone entered without knocking.

A man in yellow monk’s robes.

Both mother and son were startled.

Yun Jianchu quickly wiped her tears, maintaining her dignity.

She stood and asked, "Master Shanyang, why are you here? Did Zen Master Cinian send you?"

Yun Yubai corrected, "Mother, this is Master Shanxun."

Yun Jianchu looked embarrassed, laughing awkwardly. "Ah, sorry. There are too many of you, I can’t remember everyone."

Shanxun didn’t mind and smiled.

"No matter."

He formed a mudra, sealing the room. No matter the commotion inside, no one outside could hear or enter.

Seeing this, Yun Yubai realized Shanxun’s strength.

This wasn’t the power of a late Golden Core cultivator—he was at least late Nascent Soul!

Yun Yubai struggled to stand, shielding his mother.

"Mother, be careful!"

But Shanxun showed no killing intent.

Instead, he crossed his hands in the Demon Clan’s salute.

Both were stunned.

Yun Yubai quickly asked, "You joined the Demon Clan?!"

Shanxun’s eyes revealed pain.

"No. I am of the Demon Clan."

Real, without a doubt.

"Impossible." Yun Yubai narrowed his eyes, wary. "The Demon Clan can’t cultivate our techniques! The Divine Buddha Sect’s arts are impossible for them!"

Shanxun calmly replied,

"Because I removed my Demon Bone."

He bowed deeply.

"Second Protector Ni Zhan greets Princess Chuyun and Young Master."

Yun Jianchu’s eyes widened.

"It’s you?! Ni Zhan?! You look... so different!"

Shanxun sighed softly.

"It’s no surprise. When a Demon Clan member removes their Demon Bone, their appearance, body, voice, and even eyes change."

It wasn’t Yun Jianchu’s fault.

Few would willingly remove their Demon Bone, and even fewer survived it.

Naturally, she had never seen it before.