#2097 - The chief master of Yama Palace, Yan Moling

About a cup of tea later.

The more Lang Yu listened, the more surprised he became. Finally, he said in disbelief:

"You said that you were sucked into an independent space world in the underworld, and were finally rescued by a mysterious senior?"

"Where is Han Zhiyu now? Has she returned to Yama Palace?"

"That's not the case. The senior said that Fellow Daoist Han was seriously injured and is still healing her. Later, the senior will come to Yama Palace in person and hand her over to the Lord of the Palace."

When Lang Yu heard this, he couldn't help but frowned and said:

"You should contact the senior you mentioned right now and ask him to bring Han Zhiyu to Yama Palace immediately."

Qin Shuo said:

"That senior said that he would come to Yama Palace in seven days, and asked the Lord Chief Palace Master to wait in advance."

"In that case, you should not go anywhere for the next seven days. Just stay in the palace and be on call at any time." Lang Yu looked serious, with a majestic look without even getting angry.

"Yes, Senior Lang."

Qin Shuo maintained a respectful attitude, but in fact, cold sweat was oozing out of his back. He did not dare to use even a little bit of his immortal energy...

After thinking it over for a while, Lang Yu immediately went to the First Yama Hall to ask for an audience with the chief hall master Yan Moling.

He waited for four days before he was summoned by Yan Moling.

Yan Moling is not only the chief hall master, but also the 'Yan Luo' of the First Yama Hall.

"Lang Yu, what do you want from me?"

On the main seat of the First Yama Palace, there was a female cultivator with a delicate face of a young girl and skin as white as snow.

She is the real ruler of Yama Palace, the chief palace master 'Yan Moling'.

Lang Yu just glanced at her and then looked away, not daring to look directly at her. He said respectfully:

"My lord, it's news about Zhiyu."

"Zhiyu? What happened to her?"

When Yan Moling heard the news that it was his beloved disciple, he sat up slightly straighter with his seductive body.

"According to what Qin Shuo, the 'Pen-holding Underworld Official' of the Sixth Hall, said..." Lang Yu told Yan Moling what Qin Shuo had told him.

"Zhi Yu was almost possessed by another spirit? And was she finally rescued by a mysterious cultivator?" There was a look of doubt in Yan Mo Ling's eyes.

Lang Yu said again:

"Sir, four days ago, the mysterious monk said that he would come to Yama Palace in seven days and hand the jade to you personally. There are still three days left."

Yan Moling's white fingers had been tapping lightly on the armrest of the chair. Hearing this, she stopped tapping and said calmly:

"In that case, I'll wait for him to come."

After saying this, a faint light flashed on his body and he disappeared from his seat.

…

Three days later.

Yang Che ended his retreat and left the secret room.

During this retreat, he spent sixteen days in the outside world and four years in the time acceleration array. He successfully constructed four 'Endless Gates' and also refined several 'Space Jade Slips'.

"Fellow Daoist Gongsun, thank you for your help." As soon as Yang Che came out of the secret room, he saw Gongsun Guihai, who had three long beards, waiting respectfully outside the secret room.

"You are so polite, Brother Yang. Please come this way."

Led by Gongsun Guihai, the two soon arrived at the Yama Palace base camp and entered the 'First Yama Palace'.

As soon as he entered the hall, Yang Che saw a beautiful female cultivator with fair skin and a girlish face sitting on the main seat, exuding an aura of nobility and majesty.

He recognized that this woman was Yan Moling, Han Zhiyu's master.

There were no other cultivators in the hall except Yan Moling.

"Great Underworld Lord Gongsun Guihai, greetings to Lord First Yama." Gongsun Guihai immediately bowed respectfully.

Yan Moling waved his hand, signaling Gongsun Guihai to step aside, then looked at Yang Che and said:

"Fellow Daoist, why don't you show your true face to others?" Yan Moling said in a neutral voice.

Yang Che smiled slightly and said:

"Why should you care about a mere skin?"

Yan Moling said: "This is indeed not important. What is your name, fellow Taoist? Where is my disciple Han Zhiyu?"

"Palace Master Yan, I saved your beloved disciple, shouldn't you show some appreciation for me?" Yang Che smiled faintly.

When Gongsun Guihai, who was standing by, heard this, sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead and he was really worried about Yang Che.

Yan Moling frowned slightly.

She scanned him several times with her immortal sense and was able to confirm that the cultivator in front of her who had concealed his true appearance was only a 'primary immortal' in his current body. However, there was another aura fluctuation on his body, which was vague, but had the power of a saint.

"So you're asking for reward. Not bad, let Han Zhiyu come out. As long as I make sure she's safe, I'll thank her generously." Yan Moling tapped the armrest of the chair lightly with a calm expression on his face.

Yang Che flicked his hand lightly, and a top-level immortal woman in white appeared in the hall. Her eyes were covered with a black cloth. It was Han Zhiyu.

"Disciple greets Master."

Han Zhiyu immediately performed the salute of a disciple to Yan Moling.

"Zhiyu, your eyes..." Yan Moling's figure flashed, left the main seat, and appeared beside Han Zhiyu.

Han Zhiyu's heart was warmed, and she almost blurted out that she was dug out of her eyes by the man next to her, but the thought was fleeting, and then she whispered:

"Master, I'm fine. Several decades ago, I entered the underworld and accidentally triggered a restriction under a tomb with a few fellow Taoists. We were sucked into an independent world. The owner of that independent world was a soul fragment of the Immortal Ancestor of Samsara. I was fooled and chosen by her to possess her body. I almost couldn't come back. Fortunately, this senior took action and killed that soul fragment. It was also this senior who brought us out of that independent world."

As he said this, he bowed towards Yang Che and expressed his gratitude.

Yang Che said: "Little friend Han, don't take it to heart. Your master has just said that he wants to express his gratitude to me."

When Han Zhiyu heard this, her body stiffened slightly, but then returned to normal.

Yan Moling restrained his coldness at this time and bowed to Yang Che:

"I didn't expect that you could actually kill the soul of the Immortal Ancestor of Samsara. You saved my disciple, so I should express my gratitude. Tell me, what kind of thank-you gift do you want?"

Yang Che was waiting for this sentence, but he did not reply immediately. Instead, he pretended to think for a while before saying with a serious look:

"I would like to discuss this matter with Fellow Daoist Yan alone."

"Talk alone?" Yan Moling frowned again when he heard that.

However, she had already said the thank-you gift, so she naturally couldn't take it back, so she signaled Han Zhiyu and Gongsun Guihai to retreat, and then cast an isolation ban to cover her and Yang Che.

"Fellow Daoist, can you tell me what you want now?"

Although he knew that it was the man in front of him who saved his most valued disciple, Yan Moling did not relax his vigilance against Yang Che at all.

Yang Che said:

"Fellow Daoist Yan, to be honest, I want to meet the Lord of the Underworld. I would like to ask for your introduction."

"What, you want to see the Realm Master?"

Yan Moling was greatly surprised. She thought of many things that the man in front of her might ask for, but she never expected that he actually wanted to see the Lord of the Realm!

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