Chapter 524: Infiltrating Myriad Yin Sect, Marrying Wang Sutai
The plan was set.
Wei Tu began preparing the details of entering Myriad Yin Sect under the name of Ancestor Chìlóng’s disciple.
Of course, he wouldn’t show his real face.
By chance, he still had several Nascent Soul cultivators’ corpses from the overseas cultivation world whom he had slain.
“Wu Fang’s body suits best.” Wei Tu took out the corpse of Lüqiu Jinyuan’s clone that he had killed earlier.
This body, whether in appearance, age, or cultivation, matched the role of a “newly advanced Nascent Soul cultivator” perfectly.
Yes—this time, he had no intention of barging into Myriad Yin Sect with his mid-stage Nascent Soul identity and stirring a storm.
The cultivation of a freshly advanced Nascent Soul cultivator was… just right.
It was enough to gain attention without making the sect’s upper ranks overly wary.
The next moment—
With the Happy Nuo Mask drawing in Wu Fang’s essence, Wei Tu’s face began to shift.
In just a blink, he became a handsome young cultivator with a gentle, feminine aura.
His body build, his voice, and all the fine details were altered under the mask’s control.
“My surname is Fu, and my Dao title is Daoist Fu.”
With a wave of his sleeve, Wei Tu conjured a water mirror in midair, gave a formal bow, and spoke in self-introduction.
After finishing, he carefully checked his reflection. Seeing no flaws, he smiled with satisfaction and flew straight toward the mountain gate of Myriad Yin Sect.
“Daoist Fu” was the demonic identity he had fabricated back in the Chu Kingdom when dealing with Venerable Master Jiu Li and Old Daoist Yuyang.
Now that he had the chance to appear openly before demonic cultivators, why not turn that false name into a real one?
This would also help him win the trust of Venerable Master Jiu Li later.
Given the vast distance between the Demonic Sea and the Chu Kingdom, and how tightly guarded the news was, he didn’t need to worry about Myriad Yin Sect learning of his past in Chu anytime soon.
…
Half a day later.
Wei Tu arrived at the Myriad Yin Sect mountain gate.
“I am Fu. Over six hundred years ago, your sect master took me as a disciple while traveling.”
He produced a command token and flashed it before the outer-sect deacon stationed at the island’s gate.
Then, with a sweep of his sleeve, he released a trace of Nascent Soul pressure from within.
The deacon was instantly startled. Muttering “Ancestor, please wait a moment,” he bolted to the inner island and soon returned with an elder in ancient robes.
This elder’s surname was Wu. Though he held a respectable position as an inner-sect elder, he was only at late-stage Golden Core.
Elder Wu, upon seeing Wei Tu, dared not put on any airs. His face showed deep respect as he gave a proper bow.
“Since you are the sect master’s disciple, then… you are naturally our sect’s Young Master.”
“But concerning this Young Master identity, we must still invite Madam to verify it. Before then, we ask that you remain here on the outer island. We hope you can understand.”
Elder Wu bent low in salute, his tone sincere.
“Fu understands.”
Wei Tu smiled, nodded, and returned the salute. He showed no arrogance at all.
Seeing this, Elder Wu’s impression of Wei Tu improved greatly. In the Demon Dao, such a courteous senior was rare—truly rare.
After some thought, Elder Wu added, “If nothing unexpected happens, within two or three days there should be a reply.”
Over the centuries, Ancestor Chìlóng had taken quite a few disciples into Myriad Yin Sect.
But four hundred years had passed. Those disciples, unable to break through to Nascent Soul, had long since exhausted their lifespans.
So from this angle, Wei Tu—appearing as a Nascent Soul disciple—was like a golden ingot.
A highly valuable investment.
Otherwise, Elder Wu wouldn’t have so readily addressed him as “Young Master.”
Hearing this, Wei Tu’s eyes flickered. He smiled faintly and discreetly slipped a supreme-grade spirit stone into Elder Wu’s hand.
A bribe?
Elder Wu froze for a moment. In his centuries of life, he had never seen a Nascent Soul ancestor bribe a lower-realm cultivator.
But then his eyes lit up with delight.
The spirit stone itself was a small thing. As a Golden Core elder, he was not so desperate as to rejoice over just one stone.
What mattered was what lay behind this act.
Eight words summed it up: generous with wealth, respectful to subordinates.
In other words, following this “Young Master Fu,” the resources to be shared in the future would surely be plentiful.
‘This one has the bearing of a sect master.’
That was Elder Wu’s private judgment.
Just from the character Wei Tu had shown, Elder Wu wasn’t yet ready to stake everything and throw his lot fully behind him as Young Master. But Wei Tu was already worth befriending, worth secret contact.
Of course, all of this depended on one thing—Wei Tu truly being Ancestor Chìlóng’s disciple.
Until that was confirmed, no matter how much Elder Wu admired him, he would never speak too hastily.
He clapped his hands and summoned the outer-sect deacon waiting outside. The deacon was instructed to escort Wei Tu to stay in a cave-dwelling on the outer island.
“Host him with first-class treatment.”
Elder Wu deliberately added that line.
…
Meanwhile.
Through the outer-sect deacon’s report, Wei Tu’s arrival was already known to the current ruler of Myriad Yin Sect—Madam Jin—through the sect’s intelligence network.
“My husband’s disciple?”
Deep within Myriad Yin Sect, in a grand golden hall shining with splendor, a noble and graceful beauty sat sipping jade-green tea while calmly leafing through the memorials piled before her.
When her eyes fell upon a secret message marked “Urgent,” her brows arched slightly. A faint smile then touched her lips—unclear whether amusement or delight.
“Daoist Fu?” She repeated the title thoughtfully, then beckoned a waiting maid.
“Go fetch Sutai. Tell her there may be news about her father.”
“Yes, Madam.” The maid bowed and turned to leave.
But just as she reached the doorway, Madam Jin waved her back.
“Forget it. Sutai is still upset with me for betrothing her to Young Master Jingchen. No need to tell her yet.”
She muttered to herself.
The maid was long accustomed to Madam Jin’s temperament. She showed no surprise, only calm acceptance as she withdrew.
‘Let him stew for three days before seeing me.’ Madam Jin’s fingers pulsed with magic, erasing the letter from her hand.
…
The sect master’s Nascent Soul disciple returning—this was no small matter.
But thanks to Elder Wu’s instructions to the deacon, several days passed and few within Myriad Yin Sect knew of it.
However, among those who did was Young Master Jingchen—the man already set to become Ancestor Chìlóng’s son-in-law.
Much like Elder Wu’s eagerness to ride Wei Tu’s coattails, many of the sect’s higher-ups had already declared support for Jingchen after Madam Jin announced Sutai’s betrothal to him.
After all, Ancestor Chìlóng’s son-in-law had legitimate rights to inherit the sect master’s seat.
And with Ancestor Chìlóng missing for nearly 500 years, it was about time Myriad Yin Sect named a new leader.
Naturally, Jingchen became the favored heir.
So when Wei Tu appeared, it was inevitable that some high-ranking members would whisper the news to Jingchen.
Even those once loyal to Ancestor Chìlóng had already tied themselves to Jingchen’s camp. Switching sides again was not so easy.
Besides, in the eyes of most elders, even if Wei Tu’s claim as Ancestor Chìlóng’s disciple was true, it didn’t prove the ancestor still lived.
Nearly 500 years of disappearance made that unlikely.
“Daoist Fu?”
Upon hearing the report, Jingchen looked mildly surprised. But his expression stayed composed, showing no displeasure. To him, the sect master’s seat seemed like nothing more than passing clouds.
“No need to mind it.”
“This Daoist Fu is no threat to me.”
Jingchen ordered his supporters to spread word: Madam Jin already favored him, and an outsider like Wei Tu could never compare.
Yet—
Not long after, word reached him in his cave-dwelling: Daoist Fu and Madam Jin were already discussing the marriage of Wang Sutai.
“What? Ancestor Chìlóng promised Sutai to his disciple, Daoist Fu? And there’s a command token to prove it?”
The calm mask shattered. Jingchen’s face darkened, his voice cold as he glared at the messenger.
Though Madam Jin had already given Sutai to him, how could her word outweigh Ancestor Chìlóng’s?
Ancestor Chìlóng was the true sect master.
Madam Jin was only acting in his stead as Dao partner, nothing more.
“Yes! When Madam saw the token, she was shocked as well.”
“The aura on it… it’s truly the sect master’s. And it’s less than 40 years old.”
The messenger knelt, voice trembling.
The aura was real? Less than 40 years?
Hearing those words, Jingchen froze, disbelief flooding his face.
“Ancestor Chìlóng… is still alive?”
He could hardly believe it.
But he couldn’t deny it either.
Madam Jin, Ancestor Chìlóng’s Dao partner, would never mistake the aura upon that token.
Since she had agreed to let Daoist Fu replace him as Wang Sutai’s betrothed, that alone proved the command token was genuine.
“No! There’s still a chance!”
“This Daoist Fu’s cultivation is only early Nascent Soul, he just broke through not long ago. He’s no match for me.” Jingchen’s eyes gleamed cold as he thought.
After refining the Five Elements Infant, he had barely managed to reach mid Nascent Soul. His strength wasn’t equal to a true mid Nascent Soul cultivator, but against a fresh early-stage one, he was more than enough.
“Prepare my carriage to Resentful Woman Island. I want to see Miss Wang.”
Jingchen—Qi Chengchu—immediately thought of the next move to turn the tables.
Wang Sutai, the key figure in this arranged marriage, had already been ignored once by him and now by Daoist Fu as well. With her personality, she wouldn’t simply accept it.
As long as she didn’t cooperate, he could seize the chance to reverse the situation.
“Even if Madam Jin and the whole sect obey Ancestor Chìlóng’s command, do you think they’d really kill Ancestor Chìlóng’s own daughter?”
Qi Chengchu sneered inwardly.
Even a venomous tiger won’t eat its cubs.
Besides, without Ancestor Chìlóng himself appearing, Madam Jin and the sect couldn’t possibly bypass him to punish Wang Sutai harshly.
“As long as I can lure Madam Jin out of Myriad Yin Sect… the rest won’t be my problem.”
On the way to Resentful Woman Island, sitting in his ornate carriage, Qi Chengchu’s eyes narrowed as he recalled Ancestor Tianxie’s instructions before he infiltrated the sect.
If possible, win their trust quietly and gain the Heavenly Ghost Seed.
But if not… then he would have to use force and prey upon Myriad Yin Sect’s widows and orphans.
…
At the same time.
On the outer island, Wei Tu was finishing his first talk with Madam Jin.
Thanks to carrying the Nine Secrets of Nourishing Life, proving his identity was easy, even without the sect master’s token.
“I wonder where my husband is cultivating now? Was he badly injured?”
Madam Jin smiled as she tested him with the question.
But Wei Tu had been warned by Ancestor Chìlóng, so he would never reveal the truth so easily.
He paused, then answered half-true, half-false:
“My master was indeed badly wounded. In the Zunwang Palace secret realm, he was hunted by Sang Shenguān and nearly killed. But around 200 years ago, his injuries mostly healed. Now, he’s hidden away refining a great treasure from Zunwang Palace. It requires all his focus, so he cannot appear.”
“Sang Shenguān?” Madam Jin frowned, recognizing the name. That alone made her believe much more of what he said.
Sang Shenguān was mysterious, terrifying, a late Nascent Soul expert.
The last time the Zunwang Palace secret realm opened, Ancestor Chìlóng had indeed offended Sang Shenguān and suffered greatly. Over 400 years ago, Ancestor Chìlóng was hunted inside and badly wounded. That was reasonable enough.
“As his Dao partner, I should know his retreat location, shouldn’t I?”
Madam Jin looked straight at Wei Tu, smiling faintly as she asked outright.
Wei Tu choked. What could he say—that Ancestor Chìlóng didn’t even trust her, so he refused to meet?
“Mm… Master’s closed-door retreat is something I can share, but it’s in the Crimson Sea, far from the Demon Extreme Sea. It’s not convenient for you to travel there.”
He played for time.
There was no way Madam Jin would travel so far just to confirm it. Even aside from the distance, the dangers outside Myriad Yin Sect were more than enough to deter her.
“This is the location.”
He casually pulled out a blank jade slip, etched in a false retreat site, and handed it over.
“Thank you, Fu’er.”
Madam Jin looked pleased as she accepted the slip. She scanned it with her spirit sense, then carefully stored it away.
“By the way, Madam, Master said there are some treasures here in the sect I need. Could you prepare them for me?”
Since their relationship was now settled, Wei Tu made his request directly.
In truth, his bond with Ancestor Chìlóng was already tighter than hers. So taking some of Ancestor Chìlóng’s private collection gave him no guilt at all.
Besides, Ancestor Chìlóng himself had told him to ask—calling it the dowry for his son-in-law.
“I’ll gather them and deliver them to your residence in a few days.”
Madam Jin nodded without hesitation, glancing at the list Wei Tu gave her before agreeing.
But just then, a maid’s voice came from outside the hall.
“Reporting, Madam—Young Master Jingchen has suddenly left with his carriage, heading to Resentful Woman Island.”