The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife-Chapter 512: Summoning the Death God, Igniting the Ghost Fire!

But with her Dantian shattered, Nanli’s cultivation was severely diminished, and she could barely stand.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck her.

She formed a hand seal and chanted: "With my soul, I summon the Death God, invoke the Ghost Fire!"

Yet, there was no response.

She bit her lip, sweat beads soaking the loose strands of hair by her temples.

"Death God, am I not devoted enough, or are you unwilling to help?"

The silver light cast by the gray-robed immortal grew fiercer.

"A’Li..." Ye Siheng fought against it with sheer willpower.

He did not want to forget A’Li.

He could not!

With a heavy heart, Nanli focused again and chanted, "Summon the Death God, invoke the Ghost Fire!"

For some unknown reason, her soul had grown remarkably strong at that moment, burning with intensity, as if her body could no longer contain it.

From her fingertips sprang a flicker of ghostly red flame.

It was the Ghost Fire!

"Thank you, Death God!"

Ecstatic, Nanli waved her hand and commanded, "Burn!"

The Ghost Fire shot out, blooming into a red lotus mid-air, spreading into a vast sea of flames that surged towards the gray-robed immortal.

The gray-robed immortal trembled at the sight of the Ghost Fire.

The Ghost Fire of the Immortal World was not easily extinguished!

The Ghost Fire, once it touched a person, would leave ugly scars, impossible to remove, and would burn the cultivator’s spiritual power, affecting their cultivation!

The Ghost Fire was closing in!

He immediately withdrew his hand, using teleportation to dodge.

However, the Ghost Fire was cunning and had tracking capabilities!

No matter where he went, it surrounded him!

He gritted his teeth and glared at Nanli.

He could only form a hand seal to make his soul return to his true body.

Nanli was also shocked, realizing that’s why he had arrived so quickly--he wasn’t here in his true form.

If he had come in his true form...

She probably would have been left with nothing but ashes...

But interestingly, the Ghost Fire briefly hesitated before flying towards the sky.

Nanli raised her eyebrows, guessing it was heading towards the gray-robed immortal’s true form.

But his true body was likely within the Immortal World, protected by a barrier, making it impossible for her to harm him now.

She turned her gaze back to Ye Siheng.

"Your Highness?"

The cold wind blew, and snowflakes drifted down.

Snow had accumulated on Ye Siheng’s dark robes.

He stood there for a long time before finally moving.

Noticing something in his hand, he raised it and looked more puzzled.

Why was he holding a Peachwood Sword?

Who was he?

Where was this place?

What had happened?

Ye Siheng turned and looked at her with distant, detached, unfamiliar eyes.

He had lost his memory!

The gray-robed immortal had succeeded!

Nanli’s heart ached terribly, her gaze fixed on him with reddened eyes.

Seeing her about to cry, Ye Siheng’s heart clenched.

"Ye Siheng!" She bit her lower lip, "I’m your wife, don’t you remember?!"

"Wife?" Ye Siheng tilted his head slightly, and blurted out, "I have such a beautiful wife..."

He felt a flicker of joy, but upon seeing her covered in blood and weakened, his heart tightened again.

Yet, when Nanli heard his words, she couldn’t help but chuckle softly, her eyes curving with a smile.

That smile struck Ye Siheng’s heart deeply.

His mind flashed with memories of his past with A’Li, like a revolving lantern.

"A’Li!"

Memory returned in an instant, and in a panic, he unconsciously used teleportation, appearing next to Nanli.

"Ye Siheng?" Her voice was faint, as she wanted to ask if he remembered her, but hesitated to speak.

"It’s me, your husband."

Ye Siheng said, pulling her into his embrace, letting her lean against him.

"It’s so good, you haven’t forgotten me." Nanli, barely holding on, confirmed his memory and then weakly closed her eyes, her voice growing fainter, "Don’t... don’t forget me, ever..."

Ye Siheng’s hand rested on her back, feeling the severe damage to her meridians.

He was heartbroken, his throat tight, his voice heavy, "I will never forget you, never."

He vowed.

Nanli leaned against him and lost consciousness.

"Senior Sister, Senior Sister..." Zhi Mi approached, her eyes swollen from crying, "Has Senior Sister’s Dantian been destroyed? What do we do?"

Ye Siheng had picked her up.

"I have a way to repair her Dantian," he said.

Zhi Mi was overjoyed, "Really? What way?"

Ye Siheng’s lips pressed together, and he didn’t respond.

He glanced at Qing Feng, who had collapsed, "Don’t worry. If you still have strength, deal with the aftermath here."

As he moved, the remaining Evil Bees desperately took flight.

They flew unsteadily.

They wanted to follow their master!

They were the Bee Guardians!

However--

Ye Siheng took a step, and they vanished from their spot.

"This... what is this..." Zhi Mi stammered, recalling that the Immortal World’s masters used this technique as well, "The Ninth Prince learns quickly."

The Evil Bees gathered around, anxiously flapping their wings in front of him.

Initially frightened, Zhi Mi retreated.

But remembering they had flown out from Nanli and fiercely protected her, he thought carefully and asked cautiously, "Are you looking for Senior Sister?"

The Evil Bees had lost most of their number and were no longer sufficient to form words.

But where there’s a will, there’s a way.

Seeing blood on the ground, they used their claws to draw letters in the blood.

Zhi Mi squatted down, amazed, "You’ve become intelligent and cultured."

Before they finished writing, he recognized the word "Yes" on the ground.

"The Ninth Prince has taken her away, probably back to the Prince Yu Mansion," Zhi Mi said.

The Evil Bees buzzed in conversation and quickly wrote more: Lead the way!

Zhi Mi, feeling helpless, said, "I need to clean up here before I can go to the Prince Yu Mansion. Why don’t you wait for me?"

The Evil Bees were somewhat displeased.

They found a new target.

They surrounded the three Ming.

Although they didn’t know what kind of bees they were, seeing the blue-robed man who looked like a pig’s head and was terrifying, they huddled together, fearing their venomous stings.

"We are good people! Ancestor, save us!" The three Ming closed their eyes, repeating the prayer, hoping their ancestor would manifest and drive away the Evil Bees.

The Evil Bees, writing on the ground, were unseen by the Ming.

They were angry and genuinely wanted to deal with the frightened trio.

Zhi Mi held his chest and said, "Three Taoist priests, these bees seem to be responding to Senior Sister’s commands. They want to find her now, so lead the way."

The three Ming opened their eyes.

Seeing the Evil Bees close by and showing no signs of aggression, they breathed a sigh of relief.

Ming Chong muttered, "The Ninth Princess practices cultivation, how did she manage to tame such demons?"

Ming Qin nodded, "Yes, they look very poisonous!"

They never expected the Evil Bees to understand human speech, and they got angry, their venomous stings ready to strike.

Ming Pei quickly said, "Poisonous or not, where can you find such clever and loyal poisonous bees? The Ninth Princess truly has good fortune!"