Inside the palace, Ying Liu stood before the bed, looking at the weak Consort Liang with eyes full of heartache. "Mother, I'm back."
As soon as he got off the carriage, he bypassed the crowd and quietly returned to Consort Liang's palace.
Fortunately, only Consort Liang was here.
Ying Liu took out the Ten Thousand Soul Flute, put it to his lips, and began to play.
Although he had never learned to play the flute before, the moment he acquired the Myriad Souls Flute, countless pieces of information about it flooded his mind, including its usage and the techniques for controlling demons.
His entire soul seemed to be integrated with the Myriad Souls Flute, making it easy for him to use.
As the flute music began, wisps of black energy could be seen emanating from Consort Liang's body, as smooth as a stream, flowing into Ying Liu's body.
As the black aura dissipated, Consort Liang's complexion gradually returned to normal, and her tightly furrowed brows relaxed.
She slowly opened her eyes and saw Ying Liu standing in front of the bed. "Little Liu?"
Seeing that Consort Liang had finally woken up, Ying Liu's eyes welled up with tears, and he hugged Consort Liang tightly, "Mother!"
"Thank goodness! You're finally alright!"
Hearing Ying Liu's slightly tearful voice, Consort Liang patted his back to comfort him, "It's alright, it's all alright now, don't cry."
It took a while for Ying Liu to calm down.
Consort Liang held his shoulders, looking at him with gentle eyes, "Let your mother take a good look at you. It's been so long since I've had a proper look at Xiao Liu."
She looked Ying Liu up and down. She noticed that Ying Liu's hair was a little messy and he was wearing a black robe. Although he tried his best to hide it, there was still a trace of black energy flowing around him.
The feeling it gives is completely different from before.
Consort Liang's expression shifted slightly, and she guessed what had happened. "You saved me, didn't you?"
Ying Liu looked at Consort Liang and said, "It's all what a son should do."
As he spoke, he seemed to remember something, and looked at Consort Liang with a complicated expression, "Mother, I am different from before."
He has now entered the path of evil and is a true master of the evil cultivation, no longer the mortal he once was.
Consort Liang looked at him and asked, "Will you still be harmed by evil spirits in the future?"
Ying Liu lowered his eyes slightly, "It won't happen again. Although such a thing won't happen again, but..."
He was about to explain when Consort Liang interrupted him, saying, "That's enough."
Ying Liu's eyes flickered slightly as he stared blankly at Consort Liang.
Consort Liang smiled and looked at Ying Liu with a face full of relief, "That's enough. No matter what else, I will stand with you."
Tears welled up in Ying Liu's eyes, and she nodded gently, "Mm."
"His Majesty has arrived!"
Just then, a voice rang out, and then Ying Zheng led Consort Shu and others into the hall.
Upon seeing Ying Zheng's arrival, Consort Liang tried to rise despite her weakened state, but Ying Zheng stopped her, saying, "No need for formalities! There's no need for any formalities!"
Consort Liang nodded gently, "Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Ying Zheng's brows relaxed. "It's good that you're awake. It's good that you're alright."
He then looked at Ying Liu beside him.
Feeling Ying Zheng's gaze, Ying Liu looked away and unconsciously lowered his head, saying, "Father."
He was somewhat unsure how to face Ying Zheng.
After all, he is different from before.
Ying Zheng looked at him and asked, "You're the one who cured Consort Liang, aren't you?"
Ying Liu nodded slightly, "Yes!"
Ying Zheng looked him over and sensed the extraordinary aura emanating from him, which made him seem like a completely different person from before.
He knew very well that the Ying Liu in front of him now was not the same as before. "You are different from before."
Ying Liu trembled, lowered his head, somewhat at a loss, "Your subject..."
He was about to say something when Ying Zheng interrupted him, "Well done!"
Ying Liu was taken aback, looked up at Ying Zheng, and his eyes were filled with surprise.
He was prepared to be punished, after all, venturing into the dark path was not a glorious thing for the royal family.
Ying Zheng reached out and patted his shoulder, a hint of heartache in his eyes, "You've worked hard, Xiao Liu."
Ying Liu's eyes welled up with tears, which rolled down her cheeks involuntarily. "No, it's not hard."
Along the way, he went from an incompetent prince plagued by evil spirits to the Lord of Ten Thousand Yin, experiencing hardships, life-and-death trials, and the fear of being separated from his mother by death.
Only he, who has experienced it all firsthand, truly understands how difficult it has been to get to where he is today.
But when Ying Zheng expressed his concern, everything else seemed less important.
After all, it's all in the past.
Consort Shu stepped forward, looking at Ying Liu with a gratified expression, "Good boy! You've worked hard."
She could see how much Ying Liu had suffered to get to where he was now, and naturally felt a pang of sympathy for him.
The little guy stepped forward, took Ying Liu's hand, and said, "Sixth Brother is super amazing. If he hadn't come to help me at the last minute, then Old Man Xiao and I would have been in danger."
Feeling the little guy's warm hand, Ying Liu's expression changed slightly. "I should be thanking my little brother."
Little Hu Hai stepped forward and looked Ying Liu up and down. "So you're Sixth Brother. I've heard about you. If any monsters bother you again, tell me, and I'll kill them with my sword!"
Seeing everyone standing on his side, Ying Liu's eyes welled up with tears.
Having embarked on this extremely wicked path, he was prepared to be abandoned by everyone.
After all, this path is inherently misunderstood, and it's normal for even family members to choose to leave him.
He doesn't blame anyone; for his mother's sake, he doesn't care if the whole world scorns him.
But to his surprise, everyone stood by his side.
His eyes welled up with tears as he looked at the crowd, "Thank you, thank you everyone!"
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In the sky, a wisp of black mist moved rapidly, emitting a frenzied cry, "I've escaped! I've finally escaped!"
The voice was quite sharp, yet filled with immense joy.
"Five hundred years, a full five hundred years. Do you know how I've spent these five hundred years?"
"You bald monks of Hanshan Temple, I'm not done with you! Once I absorb the Yin Body, I will definitely come back and slaughter you all!"
With a roar, the black mist landed on a reef, and the figure of a middle-aged man emerged.
He was dressed in a tattered black robe, his long hair danced in the wind, his eyes were cold and bloodshot, and he exuded a terrifying aura.
The Ghost King's gaze fell into the distance. "Those guys clearly said that the Yin Body is in the south."
He received this information from some evil spirits sealed inside.
Rumor has it that the Yin Body, which can greatly increase one's cultivation level, has appeared in the world. Anyone who can absorb it will surely become incredibly powerful.
The Ghost King closed his eyes, and Yin energy surged around him, as if he were sensing something.
After a moment, his eyes lit up as he looked towards the distant city. "Found it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly darted away into the distance with incredible speed. "Wait for my Yin Body, I'll come and get you right now!"
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