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Yin Yang Demon Suppression
Feeling the intense pain in his head and the fog in his consciousness, Nie Jin widened his eyes in frustration, opening his mouth to emit sounds of distress. Clearly, he wanted to speak but could not. Upon closer inspection, one could even see a hint of Cold Radiance in his mouth, which was the tip of a blade piercing through his head.
"Rule number one for survival: never show your back to the enemy. And never look directly at your enemy," Ye Mingshang coldly stated as he gazed at Joan.
Joan pressed her lips tightly together, wanting to say something but finding herself at a loss for words. Indeed, she felt utterly embarrassed; despite having gained such powerful abilities that could easily crush Nie Jin, she had failed to utilize them effectively and had been overwhelmed instead. It was only after exchanging injuries that she managed to defeat Nie Jin, and she nearly lost her life due to her carelessness. It was truly humiliating; surely her master must look down on her now. No, she had no right to call him master anymore...
Ignoring Joan's inner turmoil, Ye Mingshang viewed her as too immature and in need of training, both physically and mentally. His cold demeanor was not a reflection of disdain for Joan but rather an attempt to temper her sharpness and promote her growth. Undoubtedly, only ruthless setbacks could lead to rapid development in a person; of course, there was also the risk of accelerating Destruction if one could not withstand it. Those were not concerns for Ye Mingshang; whether she succeeded or failed was up to her.
Looking around the already damaged hall, Ye Mingshang coldly declared, "Enough. Your National General is dead. Isn't it time for you to reveal yourself? The mysterious Ming King." Although he could not see him, Ye Mingshang could clearly sense a powerful presence lurking nearby.
"Clap! Clap! Clap!" The crisp sound of applause echoed as a Daoist figure seemed to materialize out of thin air, gradually becoming clear while seated on a golden dragon throne not far away. As the figure became more distinct, it appeared quite young—no older than thirty by mere appearance. However, the depth in his eyes carried the weight of experience akin to that of an elderly man. Dressed in a golden dragon robe that signified his status, he sat regally on the throne with an air of contempt for the common people.
"Impressive! You actually managed to defeat my Ming Dynasty's State Protector General. Truly remarkable for someone so young. So tell me, are you interested in replacing him and serving me? Restore my Ming Dynasty?" The Young Emperor's eyes brimmed with confidence and nonchalance, as if there was nothing he could not accomplish.
"Serve you? Ha ha!" In front of him, Ye Mingshang scoffed dismissively as if hearing a joke. "There has never been anything in this world that could make me bow my head, not even the Daoist or Buddha; I only express reverence towards them. What qualifications does a mere Demoness like you have to command my allegiance? Hahaha!"
His words were both domineering and casual, as if discussing something trivial. In just a few phrases, he proclaimed his unyielding spirit that looked down upon the heavens; even if you were an emperor, what did it matter? You were merely a Demoness now; even if I were truly at your mercy, how could you make me bow my head in death?!
Observing the Black-Clad Youth before him who shared his confidence and pride, the Young Emperor did not appear angry; at least on the surface, his Face still bore a faint smile. Although he was now alone and his dynasty had long fallen, none of this could overshadow his pride as an emperor.
"You have quite the spirit; that's commendable. There are only two types of people who possess true pride: those who are genuinely talented and strong and those who are ignorant fools. You clearly belong to the first category." The Young Emperor's eyes narrowed slightly as his smile deepened. "A talent like yours is exactly what I need; come join me in conquering the world and overcoming numerous challenges to restore my Ming Dynasty. You shall be my Grand Marshal State Protector General—commanding armies beneath you and standing above all others!"
Looking at the Young Emperor's confident and domineering expression and words, Ye Mingshang curled her lip in disdain. "I really don't know where you get your confidence from with such statements. You are nothing but a lonely figure now; your Ming Dynasty has long been destroyed. Even the Qing Dynasty that overthrew you has been gone for over a century. The world today is no longer what you recognize; even if you had all your former forces from the Ming Dynasty at their peak, what storm could you possibly stir?"
"Haha! You're not bad. The world has changed now. Even during the peak of the Ming Dynasty, it was difficult to hold any territory in the mortal realm. But why should I set my sights on the mortal world?" The Young Emperor still wore a confident demeanor, seemingly smiling with a hint of amusement at the corners of his mouth. If any infatuated girl lost in palace dramas were to see him, she would probably be completely captivated.
"Not in the mortal realm? Is your goal in the Underworld?"
"Exactly as you said. I am no longer a mere mortal. Even when I held great power, I was hunted by mortal sorcerers and the Underworld. This is the inevitable consequence of changing times and Dao Fa. Only in the Underworld..." The Young Emperor's eyes narrowed, and his smile turned sharp. "The Underworld is in constant turmoil, filled with demons and monsters running rampant, creating a chaotic world. Moreover, it is not governed by the Underworld and maintains a clear boundary with the mortal realm, with no interactions between the two. Isn't this exactly the world I need? As long as you are willing to lend me your strength until I unify the demon realm, you will be my first contributor, National Protector!"
Ye Mingshang narrowed his eyes; indeed, he was dealing with a ruler skilled in manipulation. With just a few words, he painted an enticing picture that could easily sway others. Joan and Old Ma were visibly anxious, their breaths quickening and expressions troubled as they struggled between reason and temptation.
"Your words sound beautiful, but you are nothing but a lonely figure now. Why should I follow you? What basis do you have to make such promises?" Ye Mingshang scoffed.
This remark jolted him awake to reality—he was indeed alone now, no longer that powerful emperor. What right did he have to make such grand claims? Did he think that just by showing his might, countless heroes would flock to him? What a joke!
"It seems you don't believe me. If that's the case, let me show you my power. You will not submit otherwise." A glint flashed in the Young Emperor's eyes, and suddenly a swirling sensation filled everyone's minds.
When they regained their senses, they found themselves no longer in the original palace. Joan appeared in his childhood home—a rural courtyard with several tile-roofed houses that were quite decent for that time.
"Oh~ oh~ oh~ rolling iron wheel! Rolling iron wheel!" Watching a dirty little boy joyfully pushing an iron hoop while running around brought a smile to Joan's face. Rolling hoops? It used to be his favorite game; he remembered those days running around the village covered in dirt while pushing an iron hoop—such nostalgia...
Old Ma looked at the familiar scene before him with a hint of longing in his eyes. This was where he once lived; back then, he was just an unknown Yin Yang Master struggling to make ends meet, often getting hurt without earning much.
"Granny, how much is this apple?" A young girl dressed simply yet radiantly youthful held up a bright red apple as she asked an elderly woman at a fruit stall.
"Huh? So expensive! Can it be cheaper?" The girl pouted in dissatisfaction at the price.
"Is that so? Then I'll buy a little less." After the final round of bargaining ended without success, the girl sighed, took out a handful of coins from her pocket, calculated the price of the fruit in her heart, and then carefully put the remaining coins back into her pocket, checking repeatedly to ensure she hadn't lost anything.
The girl held the bag of bright red apples close to her chest and smiled happily. She knew her husband loved apples the most; seeing his satisfied smile while eating them always brought her joy.
"Ah..." Old Ma's eyes were filled with warmth and nostalgia as he remembered the only girl he had ever loved.
"Splish splash!" The stream flowed gently as a monk was drawing water at the bank, carrying two buckets that felt somewhat heavy for him.
"Huff..." He struggled to lift the two buckets and find a comfortable position, weighing the burden of the yoke before exhaling lightly. Then he left amidst the cheerful chirping of birds.
"Back to the past in this Illusion? It’s nice to revisit old memories," Dunkong thought. Unlike Joan and Old Ma, Dunkong instantly recognized his current situation. He glanced at the familiar figure and smiled faintly as he followed along.
The Young Emperor smiled slightly, quietly observing the scene before him that resembled a projection. He could see Joan, Old Ma, and Dunkong's illusions, and he was somewhat surprised and pleased that Dunkong recognized their environment so quickly. To him, these individuals would be valuable allies in his future battles in the Underworld. However, although Ye Mingshang had also entered the illusion, he couldn't see anything about her situation at all. This was unprecedented for him; such a scenario could only arise from two possibilities. One was that she had become immune to illusions, leaving her mind blank with nothing to perceive.
Naturally, if there was nothing, she wouldn't see anything either. The other possibility was that she was too powerful and had used great magic to shield her from his perception. Both scenarios presupposed that she had fallen into the Illusion; they did not account for special circumstances where one might not be affected by such techniques.
However, in his perception, these possibilities seemed quite different; it felt as if something within that illusion prevented him from seeing or being qualified to see it. It was as if some mysterious force obscured any awareness of those images from any power—almost like a taboo!
"Ye Mingshang? Just how many secrets do you have? I'm very interested to know," the Young Emperor said with narrowed eyes gleaming with intrigue, a smirk playing on his lips.
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