Chapter 965: Uncle and Nephew Chatting

She couldn't stop thinking about the Zhenhai Sect ruins, but unfortunately, since she didn't cultivate the Zhenhai Sect's foundational technique, it was difficult for her to pinpoint the ruins' location.

“We’ll set off in a while, Junior Martial Sister Tian. Where do you think the Zhenhai Sect ruins might be?”

Over the years, Wang Changsheng had sent many clan members to search for the Zhenhai Sect ruins, especially in remote, rarely visited sea areas, but they found no anomalies.

The Zhenhai Sect's main headquarters was quite large, and transporting there would undoubtedly cause a significant disturbance. The Sun Moon Palace must have also sent people to search for the ruins.

“It could be in one of the Seven Great Perilous Lands, or perhaps in a secluded sea area. You should be able to sense it, so you just need to explore them one by one. I think the most likely place is the Myriad Ghosts Sea. Firstly, the Myriad Ghosts Sea is heavily restricted and has many ghost creatures. Secondly, many cultivators are active there. If it were in a desolate place like the Spirit-Void Sea, people constantly going in and out would certainly arouse suspicion.”

Fairy Ziyue analyzed carefully. The Myriad Ghosts Sea was dangerous, but with caution, the chances of survival were not low. The Spirit-Void Sea was a different matter; if the Spirit-Void energy erupted, even Nascent Soul cultivators would be helpless.

Wang Ruyan nodded and said with a smile, “We also think the Myriad Ghosts Sea is highly probable. The last time the Zhenhai Sect ruins appeared, the Sun Moon Palace sent Nascent Soul cultivators inside. After the ruins closed, the Sun Moon Palace would surely send people to search for them again. Who wouldn’t be tempted by the treasures of a ten-thousand-year-old sect?”

Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan had discussed the location of the Zhenhai Sect ruins many times. They also believed that the Seven Great Perilous Lands were more likely, and among them, the Myriad Ghosts Sea was relatively safer and frequented by many cultivators.

With Buddhist spiritual treasures and the Soul-Devouring Golden Cicada, Wang Changsheng could put up a fight even against a Nascent Soul-stage ghost creature.

“In a while, once we've finished with the clan's miscellaneous affairs, we'll make a trip to the Myriad Ghosts Sea with you. I hope it’s not in the sea area where the Heavenly Void Cave is located, as many Nascent Soul cultivators frequent that place. By the way, Junior Martial Sister Tian, what secret art are you cultivating? How can you suppress your aura to the Core Formation stage? Or is it a magic treasure?”

Wang Changsheng’s face showed an expression of interest. In the cultivation world, many powerful individuals liked to feign weakness to ambush their opponents by lowering their aura. However, this usually only fooled low-level cultivators and rarely deceived those of the same cultivation stage.

“This is a secret art included in the cultivation technique I practice, the 'Purple Moon Heart Scripture'. Unless one cultivates the Purple Moon Heart Scripture to the Nascent Soul stage, this secret art cannot be used.”

As Fairy Ziyue spoke, her aura rapidly surged, elevating from the Nascent Soul stage to the Soul Transformation stage.

Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan were startled by the terrifying aura emanating from Fairy Ziyue. If they hadn't known she was a Nascent Soul cultivator, they would have been truly frightened.

A spiritual light flashed across Fairy Ziyue’s body, and her aura quickly dwindled, making her seem like a mortal.

The 'Purple Moon Heart Scripture' was an Earth-grade cultivation technique, relatively fast to cultivate, but it lacked powerful divine abilities. This was why she practiced puppetry. The divine abilities of the 'Purple Moon Heart Scripture' were geared towards self-preservation, and there was a reason it wasn't considered a foundational sect technique.

“So that's how it is, no wonder.”

Wang Changsheng suddenly understood. No wonder Fairy Ziyue had never used this divine ability before. Of course, it was also possible that Fairy Ziyue had some unspoken difficulty and didn't want to teach it, so Wang Changsheng didn't press the matter.

“Junior Martial Sister Tian, if we find the Zhenhai Sect ruins, what are your plans? Will you stay there to cultivate, or…?”

Wang Ruyan asked. A large island with a fifth-tier spiritual vein and ten thousand years of accumulated wealth from the Zhenhai Sect – even Wang Ruyan couldn't claim she wasn't tempted.

“Naturally, I’ll stay at the ruins to cultivate. I only wish to avenge myself. I rarely manage affairs and don’t like doing so. If you need my help, I can assist, but if you don't, please don't disturb my cultivation.”

Fairy Ziyue made her intentions very clear: she wasn't interested in power. If the Wang family wanted to take over Zhenhai Sect, she had no objections, and if they needed her help, she wouldn't refuse.

Wang Changsheng nodded, smiling, and said, “We understand. Once we finish our clan duties, we will immediately head to the Myriad Ghosts Sea with you.”

“Alright, then I’ll go back to cultivate. Just let me know when you’re ready to depart.”

After saying this, Fairy Ziyue stood up and left.

In a quiet courtyard, Wang Mingren was guiding younger clan members in artifact refining. Lately, he had spent considerable time teaching them. With his refining expertise, even a few pointers greatly benefited the Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment stage clan members.

Ximen Feng had not yet married Wang Mingren, so the Wang family, not wanting to neglect her, arranged for Wang Qingling to accompany her.

“Alright, that’s enough for today. Go back and practice diligently. There will be an assessment in a few days, and those who perform well will be handsomely rewarded.” Wang Mingren waved his hand and instructed in a deep voice.

“Yes, Old Ancestor,” the clan members replied.

The clan members left one after another, and Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan walked in.

“Uncle Mingren, do you have some time now? Let’s chat for a bit.”

Wang Mingren sighed deeply and said, “What must come will come. Yes, I’m free. It’s been a long time since we, uncle and nephew, had a good talk.”

Not long after, Wang Changsheng, Wang Ruyan, and Wang Mingren appeared in a stone pavilion.

“Uncle Mingren, didn’t you get married before? Where is Auntie?”

Wang Changsheng asked curiously. He had asked Su Bingbing to investigate Chen Xiang’er. Chen Xiang’er was connected to Chen Haibin, the Deputy Peak Master of the Thousand Swords lineage of the Taiyi Immortal Sect. The Thousand Swords lineage was the most powerful faction within the Taiyi Immortal Sect, with ninety percent of its sword cultivators, including Sword Sovereign Xiaoyao, originating from it. Given that Sword Sovereign Xiaoyao was the Peak Master and Chen Haibin was the Deputy Peak Master, his potential was evident, and he undoubtedly had the backing of Nascent Soul cultivators.

In other words, offending Chen Haibin would be tantamount to offending a large number of sword cultivators from the Taiyi Immortal Sect. Chen Haibin had served as Deputy Peak Master for so many years that many younger cultivators, upon reaching the Core Formation stage, would undoubtedly show him respect, perhaps even being his disciples. In Wang Changsheng's view, Wang Mingren should not have alienated Chen Xiang’er.

The last time Wang Mingren returned to the South Sea alone, Wang Changsheng felt something was amiss, knowing that he and Wang Ruyan rarely separated.

Wang Mingren looked troubled, glanced at Wang Ruyan, and hesitated to speak.

Wang Ruyan understood his unspoken meaning and said, “Husband, Uncle Mingren, you two chat slowly. I still have something to attend to.”

After saying this, Wang Ruyan stood up and left.

Wang Mingren's face showed an envious expression as he asked, “Changsheng, you and Ruyan have been married for so many years. Have you ever argued? Has she ever embarrassed you in front of others, making you lose face? Has she ever nagged you for half a day just because you spoke a few words to another female cultivator? Does she often throw tantrums?”

“That… no,” Wang Changsheng replied.

Wang Changsheng shook his head directly. His relationship with Wang Ruyan was very good, and none of the situations Wang Mingren described applied to them. In Wang Changsheng’s early years, he traveled extensively, while Wang Ruyan put aside her cultivation to educate their children and serve their parents. When Wang Changsheng incurred massive debts, Wang Ruyan diligently crafted talismans to help repay them and even returned to her maiden home to borrow money.

Wang Mingren gave a self-deprecating smile and said, “Chen Xiang’er has done all of that. I admit I became cultivation partners with her because of Martial Uncle Chen, but she often brought it up openly, making me lose face. That’s one thing. If I spoke a few words to other female disciples, she would nag me for half a day, constantly humiliating me, and often argue with me over trivial matters. She practically wanted to lock me up! Do you know how miserable I’ve been? To put it nicely, I’m her husband. To put it bluntly, I’m not even as good as her spirit beasts. Do you know how much I’ve suffered all these years? I’m a man; I have my pride. She never understood how to give me face and often made me look bad.”

“The environment in the Northern Frontier was suitable for my cultivation, but she worried I might flirt with other female cultivators and insisted on coming along. I agreed, yet she continued to pick fights with me over nothing, just like before. Do you know? If I just glanced at another female cultivator while walking down the street, she would argue with me for half a day. I endured all of that. When she went on missions, she even sent over a dozen disciples to monitor me. Do you know what I went through? I felt like countless eyes were constantly watching me from the shadows. Can you imagine that feeling?”

By the end, Wang Mingren’s face was filled with pain.