Liu Ying frowned slightly, her face also covered with a layer of frost. "Why is he here again?"
"He said either hand over Mother or Brother Ming, or he'll tear down the Dragon Palace today."
Long Cheng raised his chin with a hint of arrogance, "With his cultivation at the mid-stage of the ninth realm? Hmph, that's just wishful thinking."
"Although he is indeed stronger than me..." Long Cheng rolled his eyes guiltily and muttered unhappily, "That's not important. What's important is that my uncle can beat him down without my mother even lifting a finger. How dare he spout such nonsense?"
Thinking of something, Long Cheng clicked his tongue again, "Wait a minute, Uncle's child is still in his hands. Uncle might soften his heart. What should we do..."
Yin Ming astutely grasped the message in his words, "What did you say? Ling Yao's current cultivation level is at the mid-stage of the Ninth Realm?"
“Yeah.” Long Cheng curled his lip. “Why is Ming making such a fuss? You also think he’s amazing?”
"That's true, he doesn't seem to be that old." Long Cheng touched his face with a troubled expression. "I'm only at the eighth realm now, am I too far behind?"
But he's already the most powerful junior in the Jiaolong clan.
My mother's saying that there are always people better than you and heavens beyond heavens seems to be true. Compared to her, he still hasn't worked hard enough.
But he only does two things all day: practice his skills and eat. If you ask him to work harder, wouldn't that mean he has to sacrifice his mealtime?
Long Cheng quickly shook his head. That won't do.
Yin Ming had no interest in paying attention to Long Cheng's thoughts; he was still deeply shocked by Ling Yao's cultivation level.
How could his cultivation level be a whole level higher than in the original story?!
Could it be that... Yin Ming's actions back then were too traumatic, causing his resentment to be deeper than in the original story, which is why his cultivation level became higher after Nirvana?
Does that mean Lingyao will hate him even more than in the original story?
Yin Ming immediately deflated and rubbed his forehead in exasperation. How long was he going to hide before he could show up and explain to Ling Yao?
Judging from what Long Cheng just relayed, Ling Yao seems to be certain that he is not dead.
He may have already guessed that the woman on the day of the funeral was Liu Ying, and that Yin Ming had conspired with Liu Ying to fake his death. However, he did not know Liu Ying's exact address, so he could only come to the Dragon Palace to ask for her.
Although there was no evidence to support Yin Ming's guess, he had a strong intuition.
It was as if Lingyao would rush into the Dragon Palace at any moment, drag him back, and skin him alive.
This feeling was terrifying; it sent chills down my spine.
A silver dragon appeared outside the hall. It lowered its body as if in greeting, "Roar, roar..."
—I used the same excuse to get the man to leave, but this time he refused to leave no matter what, and even said fiercely that if I didn't hand over the person, he would force his way into the Dragon Palace.
Yin Ming sighed with mixed feelings. It seemed that Ling Yao was determined this time.
Liu Ying and Long Cheng had helped him so much. Although Liu Ying said it was to repay him for saving Long Cheng's life, if Yin Ming stayed in the Dragon Palace any longer and caused the entire Dragon Palace to suffer because of him, he would feel guilty for the rest of his life.
Moreover, Lingyao still possesses the Wraith Dragon Egg, and it's not advisable for him to have too much trouble with the Flood Dragon Clan.
"Senior Liuying, I wonder if you are able to contact Elder Mo now? I would like to set off for the Divine Realm immediately."
Lingyao's emotions didn't seem very stable either. Yin Ming wasn't sure if he would understand if he explained the truth to him now, so he decided to wait until some time later.
While escaping is shameful, it's still quite useful for now.
Liu Ying glanced at him indifferently, without saying anything more. She raised her slender fingers and gently pressed them against her temples. As soon as they touched, the part that met immediately emitted a faint green light.
"Xiao Cheng, take him to the Divine Realm." After a few breaths, Liu Ying lowered her hand and turned to Long Cheng to say.
***
Lingyao stared intently at the sea in front of him. His divine sense had covered a radius of ten miles, and no movement could escape his perception.
Since learning that Yin Ming was not dead, he immediately confirmed with the Grand Elder that Yin Ming had been cultivating in the Demon Sect for the past twenty years. Even when he occasionally went out to train, he had never made any friends with any powerful cultivators.
Then it can only be that woman, Liuying, who is behind this.
He didn't know exactly where the Firefly lived in the Forbidden Forest, but he knew that the Dragon Palace was located beneath this sea area.
If Liu Ying is determined to be a coward, he wouldn't mind lying in wait here, catching that good-for-nothing dragon, and forcing her to show herself.
The space ten meters away suddenly twisted, and a gate outlined by a stream of light slowly appeared.
Lingyao narrowed his eyes and coldly stared at the figure that walked out, his tone full of undisguised sarcasm.
"Ha, you finally dare to come out and see me? I thought you were going to hide forever."
Liu Ying walked calmly to him, her expression still as sacred and unapproachable as a flower on a high mountain. "It's not a matter of daring or not daring, it's just that there's no need."
"So now it's necessary?" Lingyao raised his hand impatiently. "Enough nonsense, hand over Yin Ming, and I'll spare your life."
"Oh? Then go ahead and give it a try."
Without a word, Liu Ying launched an attack. Seeing this, Ling Yao quickly touched the ground with his toes and flew away to dodge the blade formed from green spiritual energy.
"It really is you." A surge of killing intent quickly welled up in Ling Yao's eyes.
In the world of gods and demons, aside from those like the old beggar who altered their bodies to change the color of their true energy, most cultivators generally only have two types of true energy—
The dark gray resentment and the milky white spiritual energy.
Although cultivators can change the original color of a magical artifact by injecting their internal energy into it, Liu Ying did not use any magical artifact.
The color also happened to match the woman at the funeral.
"Tell me, where did you hide Yin Ming?!" Ling Yao no longer held back, grabbed the Lingming Sword and charged towards Liu Ying.
Liu Ying didn't answer. She raised her hand and swept it across the void, and a green longsword made of spiritual energy appeared in front of her.
She swiftly gripped the sword hilt, and in an instant, an aura even stronger than Lingyao's erupted from her body as she engaged in a fierce exchange of blows with her opponent.
Lingyao gritted his teeth. He had given it his all, but he was still no match for Liuying.
This woman's cultivation level was truly unfathomable. Lingyao had a vague feeling that she was only one step away from the legendary tenth realm.
Liu Ying's attacks became increasingly intense, making it difficult for Ling Yao to breathe. However, remembering that she was the one who hid Yin Ming, Ling Yao stubbornly refused to back down even slightly. He was determined to see Yin Ming today!
Even if he can't see her, he will still find out where Yin Ming is from her!
Lingyao, who was focused on fighting the fireflies, had no time to pay attention to anything else. Therefore, he naturally did not notice that in the ten-kilometer area covered by his divine sense, another light gate formed by the convergence of flowing light had quietly appeared.
Two figures quickly appeared from within, and then immediately disappeared into the vast sea.
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