Chapter 596: Le Zizhen Blesses Xiao Xiao!

Le Zhuang opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but looking at Wang Ping'an's condition, it was much like the scene he once saw when the town's martial arts hall master was cultivating, except the master was said to absorb the essence of heaven and earth, not yin qi, and he said oddly:

"Uncle, could it be that your disciple is the Ghost King reincarnation…"

"Bang!"

Before Le Zhuang could finish, his head was struck by Xuanqing Daozhang, who said in an unfriendly tone, "You kid, what nonsense are you spouting? How could your senior brother possibly be the Ghost King reincarnation?"

Although he said that, Xuanqing Daozhang couldn't help but mutter in his heart; yet when he examined Wang Ping'an closely, he found no abnormality.

Of course.

Because Wang Ping'an was surrounded by swarms of pure yin qi, his Dharma Eye could not see through to discern the details, but it could vaguely detect that these pure yin qi were permeating his body, strengthening his physique.

It resembled the Ghost King in Yincao Difu, who lives off yin qi.

"Perhaps my disciple truly could be the Ghost King reincarnation…"

A thought just flickered in Xuanqing Daozhang's mind, but before it lingered, he shook his head and denied it, saying:

"Impossible. My disciple has a chance to be recorded in history, I can even wield a sword, how could he be the Ghost King reincarnation? Even if I were the Ghost King reincarnation, he still wouldn't be the Ghost King reincarnation."

"He would suddenly draw the yin qi spilling from Guimen Guan to strengthen his physique because he possesses a supernatural trait—yes, a supernatural trait—perhaps even a supernatural trait beyond the Innate Dao Body!"

"Grandpa!"

Le Zhuang rubbed his head, sore from Xuanqing Daozhang's strike, chuckled, and looked at Xuanqing Daozhang's worried expression, about to tease him, when before he could speak, his peripheral vision caught a figure drifting out of a coffin; startled, he shouted and leapt forward.

The soul drifting from the coffin was Le Wenmao's departed spirit; seeing Le Zhuang rush toward him, it startled, then opened its mouth as if to speak endlessly, yet for some reason the words never left its lips.

No.

I can't hear what it's saying!

It's like each is speaking separately!

"Humans and ghosts speak differently!"

Xuanqing Daozhang looked at the scene, his expression turning desolate, and was about to step before Le Wenmao and Le Zhuang as their translator; when he was young, while cultivating at Ziyang Palace, his curiosity led him to study the Ghost Language.

Suddenly.

A jet of black energy shot out from Guimen Guan, instantly shattering the magical barrier around Le Zhuang.

"How daring!"

Seeing this, Xuanqing Daozhang startled, cursed angrily, and tried to intervene, but was a step too slow; he could only watch helplessly as the black energy struck Le Zhuang, who had been speaking endlessly to Le Wenmao about his longing for Le Zhuang, and suddenly collapsed, gazing at Le Wenmao's angry eyes, filled with guilt, he forced down his inner fury and said:

"Le old man, I have wronged you, I failed to look after Xiao Zhuang!"

Mid‑sentence, Xuanqing Daozhang couldn't bother to find the one behind the attack from Guimen Guan—no, it was probably a vengeful fierce ghost; though he didn't understand why someone behind the summoned Guimen Guan would assault Le Zhuang, the priority was Le Zhuang's safety, so he hurried forward and, upon seeing Le Zhuang,

he finally breathed a sigh of relief!

It seemed he had fainted, but was not seriously injured!

However, Xuanqing Daozhang did not dare to be careless; after a thorough check confirming Le Zhuang had no issues, he used the Ghost Language with the nervous Le Wenmao beside him, saying, "Le old man, it's fine, Xiao Zhuang has just fainted!"

Having said that, Xuanqing Daozhang looked up, coldly staring at Guimen Guan; seeing Le Zhuang attacked, he knew other demons must be behind Guimen Guan—since they only caused him to faint, it indicated they were not there to do harm, yet he could not afford complacency.

Soon enough.

Two figures gradually emerged from Guimen Guan, a man and a woman; Xuanqing Daozhang asked, "Who are you…"

"Le Zizhen/Xiao Xiao, is that you?"

A shout interrupted Xuanqing Daozhang's words, causing him to instinctively turn his head; the speaker—no, the speaking ghost—was the soul of Le Wenmao just summoned from Guimen Guan, whose form could appear thanks to the yin qi spilling from Guimen Guan.

And it was in broad daylight!

Xuanqing Daozhang exclaimed in surprise, "Le old man, do you know them?"

"Dad, the unfilial son/daughter-in-law, are here to fetch you!"

Le Zizhen and his spouse said in unison.

"You, you, how did you come out of Guimen Guan?"

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Le Wenmao's aged face was full of an unmistakable surprise, but after the surprise passed, it turned to pure puzzlement, and he said:

"You, you clearly met an untimely end over a decade ago; logically, in these ten years you should have been reincarnated, so how can you emerge from Guimen Guan? Could it be that you rose to prominence in Yincao Difu?"

He almost laughed as soon as he finished speaking, mainly because his words were so absurd; what kind of place is Yincao Difu? Of course, he didn't fully understand, but from rumors he knew a bit. His son and daughter-in-law—let alone rising to prominence in Yincao Difu—just getting a chance at reincarnation was something to thank the heavens for.

His son and daughter-in-law were ordinary people; how could they have the qualification to rise in Yincao Difu?

Le Zizhen was about to speak, but when he saw Xuanqing Daozhang beside Le Wenmao, the words at his mouth were swallowed back.

"Zizhen, this old fellow is your uncle!"

Le Wenmao explained, seeing Le Zizhen's puzzled face, clearly unaware of where his uncle came from, and spoke again:

"I used to often tell you that your mother has an uncle, but he left to wander when he was young and hasn't returned for many years, which is why you don't know him!"

"Uncle, it's you; my mother often mentioned you!"

Le Zizhen heard this and instantly rejoiced; before he could finish speaking, his peripheral vision caught Wang Ping'an, shrouded in yin qi not far away—if one didn't look closely, Wang Ping'an would be indistinguishable, appearing as a sinister object—and he exclaimed in surprise:

"Dad, this child can't be my grandson, can it?"

"What, my grandson? How old is your son? Don't you know? He's so young, how could he marry and have children, and given our family's situation, whose daughter would dare marry your son?"

Le Wenmao let out a cold snort, and halfway through his sentence seemed to recall something; his expression fell, he sighed lightly and whispered:

"Zizhen, Xiao Xiao, I have wronged you; your vengeance, all these years I have not avenged!"

(End of chapter)