The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife-Chapter 822: If You Don’t Want to Die, Better Not Cause Trouble

Nanli took another glance at them and quickly came up with an idea. The trick of feigning death could be used again.

She looked at them: "Do you want to live?"

The elder and the middle-aged cultivator were stunned.

They had already accepted their fate earlier, thinking they would definitely die. But now, Nanli was asking if they wanted to live? Did that mean there was still a chance?

They immediately responded:

"Yes! I want to live!"

"I also want to live!"

The longer a person lives, the more they fear death. Very few cultivators are not afraid of death.

Nanli used a drop of her own blood, along with a scarecrow talisman, to create a body identical to hers. She picked up a branch, slashed at it, and created large and small cuts. Then she forcefully decapitated the scarecrow’s head.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the scene was so bloody it looked indistinguishable from a real death. To the naked eye, it was impossible to tell it was fake.

Shandu was also somewhat confused. The two men, however, were terrified, their bodies trembling slightly.

Nanli dropped the bloody branch and said, "Take this fake body back, and make a big show of it at the city gate."

"What... is this..." The middle-aged cultivator was stunned.

"How ruthless... How clever!" The elder cursed but quickly corrected himself when he saw the murderous look in Nanli’s eyes.

They carried the fake corpse back. Forget the Human Emperor in the royal palace; even Cinian, the Zen Master, would probably fly into a rage and want to tear them apart.

Nanli’s plan was to make Yan Buxiu’s spies believe that she was dead. They might either show themselves in the city or target the Spirit Mine directly.

But for the two men, this wasn’t really a way out at all.

After the elder thought for a moment, he said, feeling somewhat aggrieved, "We are willing and honored to serve you, my lord, but... but once we reach the city gate, we will probably be killed by Zen Master Cinian with a single palm strike before we can even say a word. It’s not that we fear death, but we fear ruining your great plans."

The elder was speaking with a certain finesse.

Nanli smiled. "Don’t worry, I will notify Cinian in advance to pretend to be heavily injured, so he won’t be able to harm you. That way, you can delay a little longer at the city gate."

The two had no other choice but to agree, even though it was a bitter pill to swallow.

Meanwhile, the female cultivator behind them was weakly calling for help: "Help... help me..."

They had always worked together as a trio. Seeing the woman so severely injured made them feel a pang of sympathy. However, the elder turned his head away.

The middle-aged cultivator couldn’t help but speak: "She offended my lord and acted impudently. I apologize on her behalf. Please, my lord, save her."

Nanli’s smile turned cold. "She touched my bottom line. She deserves to die."

The middle-aged cultivator protested, "But you’re unharmed! She, on the other hand, has had her meridians shattered and her dantian damaged. She won’t be able to cultivate again!"

"Exactly. She’s an unworthy cultivator now. What is the point of keeping her alive?"

Nanli raised her hand and withdrew the Puppet Talisman.

The middle-aged cultivator didn’t expect her to be so heartless. He was about to curse, but the elder quickly rushed over and covered his mouth, warning, "If you want to die, fine, but I still want to live. She brought this upon herself!"

The middle-aged cultivator’s face drooped.

They cleaned up the corpse and prepared to follow Nanli’s instructions.

It wasn’t that they didn’t want to run away, but Nanli had been clever enough to place a tracking talisman on them. When they tried to break free earlier, they realized they couldn’t. So, they had no choice but to comply.

After informing Cinian of the situation, Nanli turned to Shandu and said, "You should return to the capital."

She told him about Ximen Chuan, implying that Shandu should go meet him because she had sensed that Ximen Chuan’s group had passed through the formation. Fearing Yun Shen might be gravely injured, Nanli had also given Shandu some medicinal pills and talismans, just in case.

"Understood," Shandu nodded.

After parting ways with him, Nanli went to the Spirit Tree Mountain Range to set up a new formation. The previous one had already been broken.

To protect the Spirit Tree and the Spirit Mine, Chu Yan had asked Uncle De and Elder Chen to guard the area. However, both were still recovering from injuries sustained in Yan Town and were barely holding on.

Nanli remained hidden. After all, besides them, there were also guards. She didn’t know if any spies were among the guards, so she chose not to make a move to avoid alerting anyone.

Night fell completely.

The elder and the middle-aged cultivator had likely reached the city gate and were following through with their plan. Nanli quickly sensed the air around her stirring. It was the presence of cultivators approaching.

The moonlight was clear.

Sure enough, a group of cultivators descended on the mountainside shortly after.

Among them were Qi Refining cultivators, Base Building cultivators, and even Golden Core cultivators.

Seeing the towering Spirit Tree up close, their hearts were filled with excitement. The reason powerful sects are so formidable is because they have a Spirit Tree within their ranks, which exudes spiritual energy, making it the best place to cultivate.

One cultivator suggested, "Since Yan Buxiu is dead, why don’t we stay here and establish our own sect by the Spirit Tree?"

His suggestion immediately drew scorn:

"Have you lost your mind? We took the poison, and we can only get the antidote if we bring back something valuable from here to Penglai Island."

"Still thinking about establishing a sect? Cinian won’t even spare our lives!"

"Exactly, we should either dig up the Spirit Tree or get some spirit stones from the Spirit Mine and leave quickly. We can’t waste any more time here!"

These cultivators had been lurking for some time, and while they sensed something unusual about the area, they couldn’t break the formation Nanli had set up. So, they had been hiding, not daring to reveal themselves, waiting for the right opportunity.

When Gu Xuanfeng and Sima Chang arrived earlier, the Spirit Tree and Spirit Mine had been revealed.

Now, with Nanli in trouble and Cinian’s monks going to the city gate, they felt they had the perfect chance.

Time was running out, so they hurried to act.

At that moment, Uncle De and Elder Chen arrived together.

Seeing the large group of cultivators, the two of them grew solemn.

However, Yan Buxiu had sworn that if any cultivators were left alive here, they would likely be from other sects or independent cultivators. If they fought with everything they had, they might still be able to defend the Spirit Tree and Spirit Mine.

Elder Chen spoke first, "This is the territory of Mu Nation and the Chu family. I advise you to leave immediately!"

Though the independent cultivators were weaker than Elder Chen, they outnumbered him, and upon hearing Elder Chen’s warning, they only laughed disdainfully.

"Old fool, that’s what we should be saying! If you don’t want to die, you better not cause trouble!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, someone suddenly attacked!