After leaving the imperial palace, Zhu Youwen went to the Xuanming Sect. As a prince of Great Liang and the former Ghost King, no one dared stop him. He entered the main hall without hindrance and ran into Meng Po. "Zhu Youwen, why are you here? Didn't I tell you not to come here unless necessary?"
"Oh, Meng Po—no, that's not right. It should be Shi Yao. I never expected a beauty like you to disguise yourself as such an ugly old hag just to infiltrate the Xuanming Sect for the Buliang Ren?" Zhu Youwen sneered at the ugly, aged woman.
Meng Po thought, How is this possible? How does he know? No, isn't he that puppet? Could he be the real Ghost King?! With that thought, she tried to flee, not daring to consider for now how he had escaped or how he had uncovered her identity. Unfortunately, the instant that thought arose, the Ghost King strangled it in the cradle.
Zhu Youwen grabbed Meng Po by the throat. "Don't even think about running. It's not time to deal with you yet. Stay here obediently. I'll deal with you later!" He tapped several acupoints on her body, then ordered someone to lock her up. After all, he was still the Ghost King, and these underlings knew nothing of the truth.
Arriving at a secret chamber, he kicked open Zhu Yougui's stone door, startling the cultivating Zhu Yougui so badly that he nearly suffered a backlash. Though he avoided it, he was still seriously injured. "Pfft!" He spat out a mouthful of blood. The Nether Emperor rose to his feet and glared at Zhu Youwen by the door. "You bastard, are you courting death?!" He did not believe Zhu Youwen had escaped—at least, that had not yet occurred to him.