Chapter 11: Ye Xuanming's Lies.
In Ye Xuanming's sea of consciousness, Ah Yin's phantom trembled violently.
Ah Yin never imagined that the boy would "see" her in this way at this moment.
The almost transparent body suddenly tightened, and a nameless panic instantly surged into her heart. She didn't know how to react, and could only respond instinctively.
"Um."
A soft response rang out in Ye Xuanming's mental world, and then the two fell silent.
Ah Yin's illusory figure seemed somewhat bewildered, but she could sense the immense spiritual power emanating from the other party.
This force made her aware of her own vulnerability, and even a sense of powerlessness from being completely controlled.
She was like a floating leaf in this sea of spirits, always at risk of being completely suppressed, or even devoured by that evil dark blue silver grass martial spirit.
Ye Xuanming looked at Ah Yin in front of him. Her figure was graceful, and a long blue and gold dress covered her body as gently as flowing light, emitting a faint glow.
He broke the silence, his voice softening, echoing from the depths of his consciousness:
"Your current state seems somewhat special, similar to a soul residing in my spiritual sea."
He paused, then continued, "I call it a spirit."
Ah Yin's phantom swayed slightly.
She could sense this state; the power of the soul bone sustained her remnant soul, yet also allowed her to merge with the boy.
One's existence depends on him, and is also subject to him.
But A Yin did not refute Ye Xuanming's definition of her condition.
Ye Xuanming looked at Ah Yin, breaking the silence. He calmly said:
"We are now one. If you want to see the person you want to see, you will still need to rely on my power. So, are you capable of forming a second spirit ring for me?"
Ah Yin's illusory figure flickered slightly as she replied, "My energy is currently insufficient to help you condense your second spirit ring. However, you can use my other abilities now."
Ah Yin paused, then asked:
"Can you tell me who you really are?"
Why do you know so much about my past?
And why...did you say those words?
Her voice was soft, yet it carried an undisguised urgency, containing a long-suppressed confusion and a desire to investigate.
Ye Xuanming did not answer A Yin immediately. He calmed his mind and sensed the "other abilities" that A Yin had mentioned.
A strange sensation arose in his consciousness, as if all the plants around him were whispering to him.
Those subtle fluctuations, clear and lingering, seemed to connect the lifeblood of the world.
This is an ultimate control and perception of plants, which is the power of the Blue Silver Domain.
Ye Xuanming did not rush to try out the domain.
He was in a hotel room in Sunset Town. Once the Blue Silver Domain was activated, its immense aura would be enough to attract the attention of others, inevitably causing unnecessary trouble.
Ultimately, he's just a level 20, one-ring Soul Master.
Revealing one's strength rashly will only bring trouble upon oneself.
After exiting the Sea of Spirit, Ye Xuanming moved his body and noticed subtle changes.
He reached up and touched the top of his head; the black ends of his hair had been tinged with a faint, ethereal blue.
This is a further effect of the Blue Silver Emperor bloodline on his body.
Ah Yin's illusory image hovered silently, without urging, waiting for Ye Xuanming's reply.
Ye Xuanming took a deep breath and began to respond to A Yin's question.
He organized his story, preparing to weave a colossal lie.
"When I awakened my martial soul, I also awakened a part of my precognitive abilities."
That's why I was able to find you so soon after my Martial Soul Awakening.
You could also tell that my innate soul power wasn't high back then.
Ye Xuanming spoke calmly as he continued,
"My talents were only gradually restored after I devoured your body and absorbed your soul bones."
It is precisely for this reason that I was able to cultivate to my current level despite only being at the fifth level of the Innate Realm.
Ah Yin's illusory figure trembled violently, seemingly deeply moved by these words.
Precognitive ability?
Low innate soul power?
Only by absorbing her original body can one complete their talent?
This information flooded into her consciousness like a tidal wave.
She did not immediately accept it all, but instead carefully savored every word in her mind, trying to find flaws in it.
Ye Xuanming didn't give her time to think it over; he was about to drop even more shocking information.
His voice was steady and resonated deep within Ah Yin's consciousness.
"Ah Yin, I know what you're thinking. But I have to tell you a cruel truth..."
Ye Xuanming's voice softened, like a giant hammer slowly approaching, each word carrying a heavy weight.
"Your child, Tang San, is actually dead."
In Ye Xuanming's sea of consciousness, Ah Yin's phantom image trembled violently, becoming almost transparent.
Her blue-gold figure coalesced in her sea of consciousness, and the chaotic energy fluctuations shook the space.
Ah Yin screamed, her voice filled with despair and anger.
"Impossible! The other woman is perfectly fine!"
Ye Xuanming watched Ah Yin's emotions without the slightest fluctuation.
"Didn't you notice anything unusual about Tang San when you were in Holy Soul Village?"
Ye Xuanming said calmly.
Ah Yin's phantom paused, the restless energy calmed down slightly, and various images of Holy Soul Village surfaced in her mind.
"You must have noticed the strange martial arts techniques Tang San cultivates, as well as the unusual weapons he forges, right?"
Ye Xuanming continued to ask, "And Tang San's unbelievably mature personality."
A Yin's thoughts were drawn to these words, and she recalled the composure that Xiao San had shown beyond his years when they were in Holy Soul Village.
Daily morning practice?
And the weapons they secretly prepared?
Those were all things she had never encountered before.
(In the original novel, it seems that Tang San killed the Mandragora Snake with his silent sleeve arrow.)
At the time, she only saw those as signs of a mistress's exceptional talent.
Or perhaps she already suspected something, but simply refused to believe it.
Escaping may be shameful, but it can be very useful.
Seeing Ah Yin waver, Ye Xuanming pressed his advantage and continued to ask:
"Furthermore, back then, Tang Hao was holding a newborn child while fighting against many experts from the Spirit Hall. Even the aftershocks of the battle could not have been withstood by a child."
Ah Yin's phantom trembled again, this time not from anger, but from an indescribable shock.
The bloody battle scenes from back then resurfaced deep in her memory.
The clash of those powerful beings caused their souls to surge, rocks to crumble, and the sky to change color.
How could a newborn baby possibly emerge unscathed from such a battle?
Ah Yin didn't want to think about it.
She forced herself not to connect to this information, otherwise all her beliefs would collapse.
She began to feel confused.
Ye Xuanming gave her no room to escape and continued to apply pressure.
"Ah Yin, do you really think Tang Hao loves you?"
Ye Xuanming didn't give A Yin a chance to recover, and threw out another sharp question.
(End of this Chapter)