The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife-Chapter 935: Wife’s Lecture, No Arguments Allowed

At that moment, Siheng still wanted to push Nanli away.

His eyes were pleading. "A’Li, leave..."

Stay far away from me.

But he was already so injured that he didn’t even have the strength to stand, let alone push Nanli away.

The Heavenly Dao gave no further warnings.

Dozens of lightning tribulations gathered together, forming a terrifyingly powerful force. With a deafening rumble, they struck down.

The entire North Wilderness shook violently, as if it was about to be torn apart.

Even far off in the eastern Nine States, the tremors could be felt.

Looking over, they could see lightning piercing the heavens.

Everyone who saw it was stunned.

What kind of lightning tribulation is this?

Forget about a body—even the soul and spirit would be obliterated under this!

No one dared to approach the borders of the North Wilderness.

The oppressive might of the tribulation lightning left everyone paralyzed, unable to move.

Yet Siheng still forcefully pulled his hand free.

"Siheng!" Nanli tried to grab him again.

But with a final leap, Siheng used his last bit of spiritual energy to launch himself into the air.

Midair, he took on the full force of those dozen or so lightning strikes!

In an instant, the brilliance was blinding.

Thunder and lightning scattered in all directions, engulfing and drowning his figure.

Nanli staggered. If not for the strength of the little ones inside her supporting her, she might have fainted already.

Clenching her teeth, a thought flashed in her mind.

She immediately took out the Glassy Bottle, forming a hand seal to activate its power. Wisps of ghostly blue light surged toward the center of the lightning storm.

Her power seemed to grant Siheng a layer of protection.

The ferocity of the lightning lessened.

Nanli, with her large belly, struggled to move. Before, a light leap would let her fly, but now it took more effort.

Still, she steeled herself to resist the heavenly tribulation alongside him.

But to her surprise, when the lightning struck her, it was... gentle? Like a light drizzle falling on her skin.

"???" Nanli was stunned. What is the Heavenly Dao playing at? Wasn’t it just thundering with earth-shaking force a moment ago?

Even though the lightning remained dazzling, she couldn’t clearly see ahead.

Strangely, the little ones in her belly became more active at this moment.

The terrifying power of the tribulation was actually refining her meridians, flesh, and even expanding her Dantian.

The little ones’ tiny bodies were also strengthening.

Nanli was dumbfounded.

This is Siheng’s tribulation, so why are we benefiting too?

Even more curious, the power of the Glassy Bottle wasn’t significantly depleted. Instead, it wrapped protectively around her, slowly returning its power to her body.

After being nourished by the Celestial Sovereign tribulation and recovering her spiritual energy, her Dantian power surged!

She had directly advanced to the mid-stage of Deity Forming!

Before she could fully comprehend what had happened, the lightning gradually faded.

There, amidst the dissipating light, stood a tall figure. His clothes were tattered, barely covering him.

His long hair flowed with the wind, outlining a mesmerizing and alluring arc in the sky.

It was Siheng.

Moments ago, his body was riddled with wounds and soaked in blood, but now there wasn’t a single scar left.

It was as if he had never been injured at all.

Nanli frowned slightly.

His face was the same, but his aura had completely changed.

The Asura totem on his forehead reappeared.

When he opened his eyes, they glowed a mesmerizing purple, carrying an air of cold indifference.

Nanli’s heart clenched, feeling an odd chill.

But when Siheng clearly saw her, his gaze instantly softened, filled with excitement and affection.

In a flash, he was in front of her.

"A’Li, why did you come up here?"

The moment he grabbed her hand, he sensed her cultivation had advanced greatly too.

Though pleased, he carefully guided her back to the ground first.

The thunderclouds still lingered overhead, but they no longer carried the same deadly threat.

Only then did Nanli relax and take a good look at him. She couldn’t help but admit, his disheveled, barely-dressed state was rather... enticing.

Even without looking further, her cheeks flushed red.

Noticing her reaction, Siheng, despite their many moments of intimacy, still felt a bit awkward. He quickly took out a robe to cover himself.

Yet Nanli’s gaze lingered on the totem on his forehead, deep in thought.

In a soft voice, he asked, "What’s wrong?"

"You actually survived that tribulation?" Nanli blinked. "I was preparing to use the Glassy Bottle to shield you."

Siheng replied, "At the critical moment, I gained enlightenment and fully mastered the power of chaos."

Before, he had only absorbed the power into his Dantian, but now he could wield it at will—like a warrior learning to harness not just brute strength, but refined skill.

The difference was immense.

Nanli pouted. "You really made me worry for nothing."

Siheng’s purple eyes slowly faded back to black, and the Asura totem receded.

Soon after, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered into light, imprinting a divine mark on his forehead.

His appearance shifted once more, and his aura transformed.

Nanli was stunned. "This... is possible?"

It seemed like he could freely switch between two forms, two identities.

Siheng explained, "It’s merely an external difference. I can switch freely. The fusion of my two bloodlines even allowed me to create a new cultivation technique."

He wanted to pull Nanli into his arms, but her pregnant belly was in the way, so he restrained himself.

Still, his gaze was intense, brimming with deep love.

"But it’s really thanks to the power of the Glassy Bottle. That tribulation lightning looked fierce, but its real power wasn’t as strong as it seemed."

Nanli sighed in relief. "I thought I wasn’t going to be of much help."

But she knew that Siheng’s complete mastery over his bloodlines played a big role too.

No matter the reason, he had overcome the tribulation.

"Even so," Siheng said, still serious, "Next time, don’t risk your life like that. A’Li, trust me."

"Alright," Nanli nodded without hesitation.

But seeing how quickly she agreed, Siheng sighed inwardly.

She’ll probably forget this promise in a heartbeat.

Still, if it were him, he would also risk everything to stand by her side through any danger.

He could feel the divine mark on his forehead and grew curious.

Forming a hand seal to check, his brows furrowed.

"Strange. I didn’t have this mark when I first broke through to the Celestial Sovereign realm."

Nanli thought for a moment. "It’s not strange. Only after enduring the trial of the Heavenly Dao and receiving a divine mark can one be considered a true immortal."

Siheng raised an eyebrow. "To survive that near-death trial and be recognized by the Heavenly Dao... that wasn’t easy."

Nanli’s smile was bright and radiant.

"You’re of mixed immortal and demonic blood, and you bear the Asura Royal Clan’s lineage. Gaining the Heavenly Dao’s recognition makes you probably the first in history."

"From today onwards, you possess a true immortal body and can cultivate profound immortal techniques. The power of an immortal isn’t just about moving objects from afar but also about moving mountains and filling seas."

"But with great power comes greater responsibility. The Heavenly Dao will be even stricter with you. Siheng, from now on, you must not slaughter the innocent. You must protect all living beings. Do you understand?"

Her expression was serious, and her words were resolute.

Even though it was his wife speaking, Siheng still pouted slightly and muttered, "Being an immortal sounds boring now."

Nanli shot him a look. "An immortal has a long lifespan, and that comes with responsibility."

Even deities were bound by the same rule.

The stronger the power, the more restrictions one faced.