With things having reached this point, Xinzi knew that no matter what trick he put forth, he couldn't avoid Hengye Yuemi's suspicions. The harder he tried to, the more likely he was to bury himself under a pile of blunders. That being the case, our monk's only hope was to control and shift the narrative to a transgression that Yongye could forgive. If the Thousand-Faced God itself didn't mind, then Hengye Yuemi could only hold her tongue and move on to other matters.
Xinzi's Divine Soul leaped out of his mortal shell, hovering behind the body with its arms stretched and its hands bent like a puppeteer. The divine form piloted the mortal shell, forcing it to drain the True Devil's Evil Qi to siphon Heaven's Grace. By relying on his own abilities, Xinzi couldn't accomplish this, but since that Devil had been kind enough to provide him with massive energy supply, he would be rude not to profit.
