Caught off guard by the news of his death, Yin Sha was momentarily speechless.
Although he hadn't spent much time with Yin Ming, he could still sense that the other was a promising young genius.
Given time, he will surely become a pillar of the Demonic Sect.
It's truly regrettable and a pity that such a talented person withered away in the prime of his life.
No wonder the sect leader looked so haggard, even his appearance...
Sigh, he's a very loyal and sentimental child.
After a long pause, Yin Sha could only offer his condolences with deep regret: "Please accept my condolences, Sect Master."
Yin Sha took out a scroll from his spatial ring and handed it to Ling Yao.
"Sect Master, this is the Illusion Technique."
Lingyao's eyes lit up, and he immediately took the scroll and read it carefully.
Just as Yin Sha was about to say that if the sect leader was having trouble with anything, his subordinate could offer some guidance, a familiar magical aura emanated from Ling Yao's body.
Yin Sha: ...
He practiced this illusion technique for several months before mastering it, but the sect leader learned it after only seeing it once...
Ha, indeed, the younger generation is truly formidable.
Ling Yao frowned slightly as he looked over, and Yin Sha immediately realized something was wrong—
Why isn't there a phantom?
Yin Sha pursed his lips and remained silent, then immediately tried to summon it as well.
After a long while, he suddenly opened his half-closed eyes, his face filled with disbelief.
After a moment's thought, Yin Sha activated the resentment within his body once more.
Lingyao watched his actions quietly. He knew that Yin Sha was verifying whether there was a problem with his magic.
With a burst of light, a figure gradually appeared before the two, first at the ankles, then slowly revealing the whole body.
The light emanating from the figure vanished instantly. The person opened their eyes and, seeing the scene before them, paused for a moment, seemingly confused as to how they had ended up there. Then, they quickly bowed to Yin Sha.
"What are your orders, Lord City Lord?"
Yin Sha gave Ling Yao a meaningful look, then casually made up an excuse to send the figure away.
He took a step back, sat down in the chair behind him, put his finger to the tip of his nose, and began to ponder with a serious expression.
Lingyao didn't say much. Yin Sha had been exposed to this technique longer than him, so perhaps he already knew the problem and was pondering the details. If he rashly interrupted, it might backfire.
"Sect Master, are you sure Yin Ming is dead?" Yin Sha carefully considered his words and chose a more tactful way of putting it.
Ling Yao's eyes narrowed, realizing the other meaning in his words, and she exclaimed in astonishment, "You mean, Yin Ming might not be dead?!"
Yin Sha nodded and shared his guess, "The Illusion Technique can only create the illusion of a dead person. If that person is still alive, it will naturally not appear."
***
Yin Ming, who was far away in the Dragon Palace, suddenly sneezed. Fortunately, he was just guiding Xiao Lü the whole time. Otherwise, if such a thing happened while he was making the cake, it would have been a bit embarrassing.
Little Green's huge head turned towards Yin Ming, "Awoo awoo?" Master Yin, what's wrong with you?
Yin Ming shook his head. "I'm fine. I probably caught a chill from being out in the wind in the courtyard."
As I supervised Xiao Lü to complete the remaining steps, most of the time had passed.
During this time, Long Cheng rushed in and said that Liu Ying had arrived and that Yin Ming should go see her as soon as he finished his work.
Yin Ming agreed and pushed Long Cheng out.
This guy just keeps messing with ready-to-eat ingredients whenever he's in the kitchen; even a wealthy family couldn't withstand his antics.
In addition, since he and Xiao Lü always argued at the drop of a hat, Yin Ming immediately and temporarily deprived him of his right to enter the kitchen.
After driving Long Cheng away, the world was finally peaceful, and Xiao Lü could concentrate on making cakes again—it was perfect.
Yin Ming only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Xiao Lü place the cake on the special pot to start steaming.
"You watch the fire here, and it will be ready in about fifteen minutes."
Xiao Lü nodded hurriedly and watched Yin Ming leave the kitchen.
Back in her palace, Liu Ying was already sitting at the crystal table in the hall, waiting for a long time.
"I'm sorry, Senior Liuying. I made some pastries in the kitchen, which took a while. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."
"If you don't mind, senior, you can try some after Xiao Lü brings out the pastries."
Yin Ming bowed politely and sat down on the white jade stool next to Liu Ying.
Liu Ying paused, as if she had thought of something, and for once, she curled her lips into a smile. Her charming face instantly blossomed like a rose in full bloom, captivating all who beheld her.
"Then I'll have to try your cooking."
A sentence drifted gently into Yin Ming's ears on the wind: "No one can probably cook something worse than him."
Yin Ming blinked nervously. Should he listen to those words, or pretend he didn't hear them?
"I have already contacted Elder Mo of the Divine Realm. You can go to the Divine Realm to study in three days."
Without giving Yin Ming time to react, Liu Ying instantly regained her usual indifference and went straight to the point.
Yin Ming nodded. Since Liu Ying had taken the initiative to change the subject, he wouldn't say anything more and cause her any displeasure. So he went along with it and said, "Thank you for your help, senior."
"No need for thanks." Liu Ying poured herself a cup of tea, took a sip, and said, "I'm also very curious about what secrets you'll uncover on your trip."
Yin Ming smiled, then nervously licked his lips.
He actually wanted to ask about the other transmigrator Liu Ying had encountered. Although Liu Ying had said she would tell him if she had the chance, Yin Ming really didn't know how to start the conversation.
Furthermore, he seemed to have triggered some of Liu Ying's memories just now. If he brings up that person now, wouldn't he accidentally step on a landmine?
"Mother! Brother Ming!" Long Cheng's voice was always heard before he was seen. Yin Ming looked towards the palace entrance in confusion at his loud and boisterous tone.
The next second, Long Cheng's handsome face peeked in from outside the door first, "Mother, have you finished talking with Brother Ming?"
"What happened?" Liu Ying asked calmly, as if she was used to his behavior.
"That brat from the Demonic Sect is here again, and he's demanding that we hand over Brother Ming." Long Cheng pouted in dissatisfaction as he stepped into the hall.
Judging from his disdainful expression, the way he addressed the other person, and the use of the word "again," it was clear that he was genuinely annoyed by this man who kept causing trouble at the Dragon Palace.
Yin Ming was still a bit confused. He looked at Long Cheng with a puzzled expression, picked up his teacup, and humbly asked, "That kid from the Demonic Sect? Who is he?"
Long Cheng poured himself a cup of tea; he was quite thirsty after running so fast. "Who else could it be but Ling Yao?"
Two words were enough to make Yin Ming spit out a mouthful of water.
Fortunately, Yin Ming turned his head to the side where no one was around in time, otherwise Long Cheng's face would have been in trouble.
"Ming-ge, what are you doing!"
Some water droplets still splashed onto Long Cheng's clothes, causing the other party to shout.
"I'm sorry, Long Cheng."
Yin Ming looked at the water stains on his skirt, and somewhat embarrassedly took out a handkerchief to wipe them off for him, while feeling increasingly uneasy.
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