My low-key cultivation of immortality was discovered by the emperor in my diary.

Chapter 286 Imprisoning the Nascent Soul, Exploring the Reality and Illusion

Chu Lengyu's gaze was like a knife, her divine sense locked tightly on Wei Sheng's remaining nascent soul.

With the help of the will of Heaven, this guy was finally forced out of the shadows.

The other party was also a Nascent Soul cultivator. Although their aura was weak, she couldn't force them to search her soul; otherwise, they would probably choose to self-destruct.

She could only try to find out more first and consider soul searching as a last resort. As for the truth or falsehood of what was said, she would have to judge for herself.

At this moment, Wei Sheng's nascent soul was trapped by numerous restrictions, appearing extremely pitiful.

He knew he was in dire straits, but he still held onto a sliver of hope that as long as Chu Lengyu didn't kill him, he would have a chance to turn the tables.

He hoped he would live to see the day his friend came to his aid.

Therefore, he suppressed his inner panic and instead put on a fawning smile, attempting to deceive Chu Lengyu with his words.

"Fellow Daoist Chu has truly broadened my horizons. I, Wei Sheng, am completely convinced today." As he spoke, his nascent soul bowed slightly, his words full of humility, as if he was truly impressed by her strength.

However, Chu Lengyu was not one to be easily trusted. She knew Wei Sheng was cunning and had almost let him escape from her grasp.

Therefore, her expression remained cold and stern, her eyes revealing undisguised vigilance and coldness.

She said coldly, "Now, tell me where you came from and what your purpose is."

"I am indeed Wei Sheng from the Myriad Star Alliance. I was forced to flee to this world to save my life because I encountered a spatial turbulence."

“Every word I have said is true, without the slightest falsehood. If you do not believe me, I swear to the heavens!” he said with absolute certainty.

Chu Lengyu's face was as cold as frost. She activated the restriction, and Wei Sheng's nascent soul immediately let out a shrill scream.

"I'll talk, I'll talk!" he spoke again. "Actually, I was originally a member of the demon race. Many years ago, I possessed Wei Sheng's body and have been lurking in the Myriad Star Alliance ever since. But I really have no other intentions in falling into this world. I just want to seek refuge."

"No other purpose? Tell me the details about the plague god and the altar!" Chu Lengyu said sternly. "If you are honest, I might consider giving you a quick death."

Wei Sheng sensed the determination in her tone, and his heart sank.

He knew he had no way out; his only chance was to cooperate as much as possible to preserve his life and make a comeback in the future.

However, the question posed by Chu Lengyu also aroused Wei Sheng's doubts.

The Eleven Plague Gods are supreme beings in the Demon Realm, and are also renowned in the outside world.

Their power is like an all-pervasive plague, constantly infiltrating other realms and creating one disaster after another.

Why is Chu Lengyu asking me so many detailed questions about the God of Plague? Is she really completely ignorant about it, or is she intentionally testing me to see if I am honest?

Although Wei Sheng was filled with doubts, he also knew clearly that he had no right to refuse at the moment, and if he was not careful, he would probably suffer a catastrophic disaster immediately.

So he began to carefully choose his words, telling the story in a way that was half true and half false, trying to keep the secret while also getting away with it.

"The Plague God is an ancient and mysterious being in the Demon Realm. Their power originates from the faith and fear of all living beings," Wei Sheng said slowly, his tone filled with awe. "They possess powerful abilities that transcend realms. They can project their power into other worlds through sacrifices, causing all sorts of calamities."

Upon hearing this, Chu Lengyu raised an eyebrow slightly and pressed on, "Then how does this sacrificial ritual work, and how do you know about it?"

Wei Sheng's heart tightened, but he pretended to be calm and continued to explain: "This sacrificial method is a secret technique passed down through generations in my demon race."

“Through specific rituals and prayers, one can establish a subtle connection with the god of plague, thereby seeking their protection and power.”

"I know this because someone in my clan successfully obtained the reward of the plague god through a sacrificial ritual."

As Wei Sheng spoke, he subtly observed Chu Lengyu's expression, trying to catch a clue or flaw in her demeanor.

Chu Lengyu's gaze sharpened. She could sense that Wei Sheng's words held more truth, but she still remained reserved.

She asked coldly, "Then why did you contact the God of Plague? What is your real purpose?"

Wei Sheng tried to appear more sincere: "I contacted the God of Plague just to protect myself."

"During the spatial turbulence, my storage ring was unfortunately damaged, and I lost all means of contacting the outside world. In order to contact my relatives and friends as soon as possible and get out of my current predicament, I remembered the method of worshipping the plague god passed down in my clan."

"This method is inexpensive and has excellent cross-industry effects, and it was the only way I could think of at the time."

At this point, Wei Sheng deliberately paused, observing Chu Lengyu's reaction.

Seeing that her expression had eased slightly, he was delighted and continued, "If you are interested in this sacrificial method, I am willing to hand over everything I know without reservation. As for what I said before, it was just bluffing. I had no choice but to do it to save my life. Please forgive me."

Wei Sheng's attitude was sincere and his words earnest, but a sly glint flashed in his eyes.

He secretly hoped that if Chu Lengyu was really interested in the method of worshipping the plague god, then he could take this opportunity to escape this calamity.

If she dares to set up an altar, she will immediately be tainted by the aura of the parasitic plague god, and then she will have no say in the matter.

The Parasite Clan welcomes all outsiders to join.

Unfortunately, his words could not deceive Chu Lengyu.

She stared coldly at Wei Sheng, secretly wondering how much of what he said was true and how much was false.

As for the "god of epidemics"?

She believes that, no matter when or where, only strength is the most reliable guarantee.

Every gift from fate comes with a price tag attached.

She knew that there must be something untrue or hidden in Wei Sheng's words, but she did not expose him immediately. Instead, she continued to press him calmly: "A few months ago, a demon caused chaos in this world. Are you aware of this?"

Upon hearing this, Wei Sheng was slightly taken aback.

He knew perfectly well that the "demon" Chu Lengyu was referring to was the Jiu clan member he and his friends had been chasing all along.

He instinctively wanted to conceal the truth, so he sighed, looked away, and said in a slightly helpless tone, "To be honest, my trip was originally to seek an opportunity, but I was unexpectedly caught in a spatial turbulence and ended up in this world by accident. As for the demon you mentioned, or anyone else, I really know nothing about them."

As he spoke, Wei Sheng's tone became tinged with sorrow, as if he were lamenting his misfortune.

However, Chu Lengyu remained unmoved by this.

She knew that getting the truth from him wouldn't be easy.

"What consequences will that altar bring?" Chu Lengyu questioned.

Wei Sheng immediately began to fabricate a reasonable explanation: "Please rest assured, fellow Daoist, my worship of the Plague God is only to seek help from my family."

"Moreover, the God of Plague has been sleeping for a long time and may not awaken even once every million years. As for me, I am just a lowly demonic cultivator who has fallen so low that I have to possess other people to survive. How could I possibly attract the attention of the God of Plague?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Lengyu turned to inquire about his true origins and the concealment techniques he used.

Wei Sheng secretly rejoiced. As a member of the parasitic race, he had been good at lying and disguising himself since birth. Changing bodies and identities was just commonplace for him.

Therefore, when faced with Chu Lengyu's question, he effortlessly fabricated a story.

As for the racial talent of parasitizing the five elements, Wei Sheng naturally kept it a secret and would not reveal a single detail.

He had a sudden inspiration and used the excuse of a one-time-use talisman he had acquired by chance to brush it off.