Chapter 598: Saintess of the Yin Moon Sect?

"Uncle, if your disciple is not an Innate Supreme Yin Body, then tell me why he can attract yin qi into his body and strengthen his physique?"

Le Zizhen retorted: "And it's yin qi from the Underworld; even those who practice yin‑evil techniques cannot achieve this level!"

Simply absorbing yin qi from the Underworld is very difficult, but that doesn't mean no one can do it; many can. Yet looking at Wang Ping'an's case—only one or two years old—aside from being an Innate Supreme Yin Body, he fails to meet the conditions that many others satisfy.

Xuanqing Daozhang opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but the words wouldn't come out, and he muttered, "Could it be that Ping'an truly is an Innate Supreme Yin Body?"

Just that.

The thought lingered less than three seconds before he recalled something about Wang Ping'an.

In his speculation, Wang Ping'an might be an Innate Dao Body; if so, how could he also be an Innate Supreme Yin Body?

Moreover, if Wang Ping'an were an Innate Supreme Yin Body, Xuanqing should have detected it during his examination.

An Innate Supreme Yin Body is not as mysterious as an Innate Dao Body!

"But if Ping'an is not an Innate Supreme Yin Body, why can he absorb yin qi into his body and strengthen his physique?"

Countless conjectures swirled in Xuanqing Daozhang's mind; he mused, "Could it be that this kid has some extraordinary trait I don't know?"

Le Zizhen said triumphantly, "Uncle, now you believe your disciple is an Innate Supreme Yin Body, right?"

Xuanqing Daozhang smiled, offering no reply; he preferred to think his disciple possessed some unknown extraordinary trait rather than being an Innate Supreme Yin Body, especially since he was convinced the disciple was an Innate Dao Body. Yet the matter was serious, and even if Le Zizhen were his nephew, he could not tell him, so he changed the subject:

"Zizhen, I haven't even asked you, what's the situation with you and your wife, and how can you qualify to pass through Guimen Guan to fetch your father?"

He didn't know what extraordinary trait Wang Ping'an possessed to achieve absorbing yin qi and strengthening his physique, but he knew it was a tremendous boon for Wang Ping'an. As his master, any good thing needed no probing.

What he cared about even more was the situation of Le Zizhen and his wife!

Le Wenmao watched the couple with curiosity; although he wasn't a cultivator and knew little about the Underworld, he often heard of Underworld envoys—the Soul‑Harvesting Death‑Tracking Envoys.

Could it be that his son and daughter‑in‑law had a lucky encounter and became Soul‑Harvesting Envoys in the Underworld?

"Thanks to my mother's blessing…"

Le Zizhen barely opened his mouth when the words were cut off; both Xuanqing Daozhang and Le Wenmao's faces changed dramatically, and even the especially curious Wang Ping'an was filled with surprise, muttering to himself, "How does my master's sister factor into this?"

"Wenjun?"

Xuanqing Daozhang and Le Wenmao shouted in unison, then Xuanqing Daozhang glared fiercely at Le Wenmao, apparently displeased at his interruption. Le Wenmao wanted to glare back—he also cared about Zuo Wenjun—but under Xuanqing Daozhang's fierce gaze, perhaps recalling something, he backed off.

Xuanqing Daozhang snorted coldly, unwilling to waste a moment, and hurried, "Zizhen, Wenjun, Wenjun, what's wrong? Has she not been reincarnated?"

He could never forget the time he received the letter announcing his family's Wenjun had passed away—decades have passed since then. In those decades, ordinary people would have already been reincarnated. He longed for his Wenjun to be reborn into a wealthy family, not to suffer in this life and marry the useless Le Wenmao.

He never imagined this.

He could still get news about his Wenjun from Le Zizhen's mouth; from Le Zizhen's words, it seemed his Wenjun had not yet reincarnated.

"Uncle, you don't know, my mother—my mother has great abilities…"

Le Zizhen chuckled, seeming to have thought of something, his face full of pride, and he gushed to Xuanqing Daozhang and Le Wenmao, detailing Zuo Wenjun's deeds.

The eavesdropping Wang Ping'an nearly dropped his jaw, silently startled, thinking:

"No way, my master's sister is that formidable? She can rise in the Underworld—does that mean I have backing there too?"

From Le Zizhen's account, he learned that his master's sister, Zuo Wenjun, is the contemporary saintess of the Yin Moon Sect—a top sect whose members hold many positions in the Underworld. Even Le Zizhen, thanks to his mother, and his wife have become Soul‑Harvesting Envoys there.

"How could that be?"

Le Wenmao was ecstatic; this time he could reunite with the Zuo Wenjun he thought of day and night. He had assumed his Wenjun had already reincarnated, never expecting she would rise in the Underworld. Xuanqing Daozhang, however, looked bewildered and said:

"How powerful can the Yin Moon Sect be? My Wenjun is just an ordinary girl; how could she become the sect's saintess?"

This novel, you…

Even the name of the Yin Moon Sect is known among mortals; it's said that Yin Moon Sect masters can traverse the yin and yang realms, leaving many deeds in the human world.

"Uncle, you don't know this, do you?"

Le Zizhen chuckled, seeming to have thought of something, turned his head toward the nearby eavesdropping Wang Ping'an, his face and eyes full of envy, and said:

"It's because my mother is an Innate Supreme Yin Body; when she gave birth to me, she went to the Underworld, and by chance was noticed by the contemporary saintess of the Yin Moon Sect—my mentor—who took her as a disciple…"

Before Le Zizhen could finish, Zhu Xiao Xiao whispered something into his ear, making his eyes light up; he changed tack and said:

"Uncle, since your disciple is an Innate Supreme Yin Body, the same constitution as my mother, keeping him here is wasteful; why not let me take him down?"

"What, you want our Wang Ping'an to become a saintess of your Yin Moon Sect?"

Xuanqing Daozhang snorted, glared at Le Zizhen; he had been thrilled at the prospect of meeting his Wenjun, but never expected that scoundrel Le Zizhen would say such a thing. He suspected Le Zizhen's wife had suggested it, yet he would not stoop to her level, and said harshly:

"His grandparents and mother are still alive; you can't just take him to the Underworld. How am I supposed to explain this to his family? Besides, I still have use for Ping'an!"

(End of Chapter)