Chapter 705 - 703: "You Truly Deserve to Die
Mo Lin’s arms and legs erupted with bloody holes, each about the size of a pearl.
Yin Qi’s attacks were too dense; Mo Lin simply had no way to block them all.
"Go..." Mo Lin no longer cared about the wounds on his body, and prepared to forcibly take Mo Jingmei away.
Right at this moment, Yin Qi struck again. He pointed his index finger at Mo Lin, a speck of light condensed in his palm, and the next instant that speck shot toward Mo Lin’s heart like a laser.
Mo Lin had no time at all to dodge.
At that moment, Mo Jingmei slammed her shoulder into Mo Lin, forcing him aside, and took the hit herself.
The speck of light pierced straight through Mo Jingmei’s heart.
Mo Jingmei’s cultivation had already been sealed; she was no different from an ordinary person.
Now that her heart was pierced, she was doomed to die.
Mo Lin’s pupils gradually dilated. Staring at the bloody hole in Mo Jingmei’s chest, he went blank.
"No..."
"Big Sis... don’t close your eyes... don’t..."
Mo Jingmei was Mo Lin’s last remaining blood relative in this world.
Watching his own elder sister die in front of him—this feeling was no different from killing Mo Lin himself.
Mo Lin clenched his fists so tightly that his nails embedded into his flesh, blood seeping from his palms.
Bloodshot veins spread through his pupils.
Mo Lin stared fixedly at Yin Qi and roared, "Yin Qi..."
This roar was laden with boundless hatred.
In that instant, Mo Lin wanted nothing more than to grind Yin Qi’s bones to dust and cast him into the Eighteenth Level of Hell, and even that would not ease his hatred.
Yin Qi’s face wore a delighted grin; he was so pleased he could barely contain it.
"What a pity you didn’t die," Yin Qi sighed softly.
"Don’t get worked up, I’ll send you to die with your sister right now." Yin Qi raised his hand, repeating his earlier motion.
Immortal Qi condensed into specks of light, then the specks in the air instantly pelted down toward Mo Lin like hail.
Mo Lin was swallowed by the lights in an instant.
Mo Lin’s body became riddled with holes like a hornet’s nest.
One side was at the peak of his strength; the other was at his weakest—Mo Lin had no way to withstand Yin Qi’s attacks.
It wasn’t because Yin Qi was strong.
Nvwa, fighting two Evil Buddhas, a powerful Evil Spirit, and Su Yunling, had already drained too much of Mo Lin’s strength.
Mo Lin’s reactions in that moment were abnormally sluggish; he simply couldn’t make any defensive move.
As for Nvwa, she was being fully pinned down and could not support Mo Lin at all.
The specks of light pierced through Mo Lin’s body.
Blood streamed down from Mo Lin’s body; in that instant he completely lost the ability to move.
As soon as Mo Lin lost all mobility, Nvwa also weakened and lost her power.
But Ghost Mother and Black and White Impermanence still had the ability to fight.
They were not like Nvwa.
Nvwa shared her life with Mo Lin.
If Mo Lin died, Nvwa would die.
But Ghost Mother and Black and White Impermanence were independent entities.
NVwa’s face grew increasingly wan; she had a bellyful of blame she wanted to pour out.
But as she watched Mo Lin’s body gradually stiffen, she could only sigh helplessly, "Ah..."
With Mo Lin’s breath gone, the battle drew to a halt.
Ghost Mother and Black and White Impermanence stood by Mo Lin’s corpse.
Likewise, Nvwa also returned to Mo Lin’s side.
Ghost Mother pointed at the Three Immortals and Yin Qi before her and snarled, "Today, on Ten Thousand Peaks Mountain, not one of you will walk away.
I will make you pay in blood."
She was different from Mo Lin; Mo Lin was human, but Ghost Mother was a Ghost.
She had countless ways to exact revenge.
When Hu Haqi saw Mo Lin fall to the ground, his pupils turned vacant.
"Dead?"
In that moment Hu Haqi no longer cared about anything; he charged straight toward the front.
At the same time, the several thousand men behind him also rushed toward Mo Lin.
Su Yunling waved her palm and a surge of yellow Ghost Qi rolled out like a tide, directly blocking Hu Haqi and his group.
This was the difference in strength; even if Hu Haqi and his people died, they couldn’t change anything.
Mo Lin’s cold corpse lay on the ground.
Yin Qi nodded in satisfaction. "Finally dead. One great thorn in my side, gone.
From now on the East District is going to be completely reshuffled."
"Go drag his corpse over here," Yin Qi ordered a man beside him.
Yin Qi was worried that Mo Lin might possess some ability to resurrect.
The world was so vast; anything could happen.
Methods to bring someone back from the dead were not impossible.
To make sure Mo Lin was dead beyond all doubt, he decided to dismember the body and then burn it.
Once Mo Lin’s body turned to ash, he would be truly and utterly dead.
The man nodded, then walked toward Mo Lin’s corpse.
Ghost Mother stood next to Mo Lin’s body.
She hadn’t been able to protect Mo Lin’s life, but she would protect his corpse at all costs.
The man walked toward Mo Lin’s corpse, but when he was less than a meter away from it, something unexpected happened.
No one knew whether it was a gust of wind or something else.
In an instant, the man’s body turned into a cloud of ash, leaving only white bones behind.
No one understood what had just happened.
The Three Immortals all made the same move at the same time: they stepped backward.
Same time, same reaction, same motion—even their expressions were identical.
There was a palpable tension.
At the same time, the two Evil Buddhas knit their brows, looking distinctly displeased.
Keep in mind, they hadn’t reacted even when Nvwa appeared earlier.
Black liquid began to seep from Mo Lin’s body.
Huge swathes of black Qi surged out from within Mo Lin’s body.
Like a gas leak.
"Old man, you finally came out. If you’d stayed any longer, your disciple would’ve been dead beyond saving," Nvwa complained to the black Qi.
The black Ghost Qi gathered in midair and formed the figure of a man.
The man wore a crimson official robe, a jade belt at his waist, and steel needle–like beard hanging over his chest.
Celestial Master Zhong Kui.
He made no move, spoke no word; he merely appeared.
And that alone cowed the entire field.
The Three Immortals, the Two Buddhas, one Ghost, and one Spirit Body—none of them dared to stir.
An absolute oppressive presence.
"This guy... a Ghost Spirit Body?" The Star Constellation Snake Immortal was once again shocked by Mo Lin’s methods.
In just a few hours, she had been stunned by Mo Lin time and again.
Ghosts cannot inhabit human bodies; the stronger the Ghost, the stronger the rejection with humans.
Only a Ghost Spirit Body can allow a Ghost to reside within them.
Mo Lin was a Ghost Spirit Body.
A Yedou Ghost Spirit Body!
Over ten years ago, when Yedou was at its peak and the Evil Buddhas had yet to descend.
Before the great calamity descended upon the human realm.
Yedou had already cultivated a person with a Ghost Spirit Body.
Many Immortals and Ghosts knew of this.
Back then, even the Three Immortals in the Ten Thousand Immortals Country were shocked by the news.
When the great calamity arrived, Yedou was destroyed in less than three years.
Yedou, with thousands of years of accumulated power, was wiped out because they bet their entire future on the Ghost Spirit Body.
Yedou’s most formidable Three-Flower Ghost Immortals, led by Zhong Kui, extracted Yedou’s Ghost veins and forcibly injected those Ghost veins into Mo Lin’s body.
Thus he became a Ghost Spirit Body.
The Ghost Immortals, following the Ghost veins, lodged themselves in the Ghost Spirit Body and fell into slumber, awaiting the time to be awakened.
Without the protection of the Ghost veins, and with no Ghost Immortals seated in town, Yedou was quickly annihilated.
Back then, Yedou placed its final, solitary wager on Mo Lin, hoping that in the human realm he would find a second place for Yedou to survive.
A Ghost Spirit Body needs nurturing; simply possessing it doesn’t mean it can be displayed.
If Mo Lin hadn’t fallen here today, Zhong Kui would not have appeared.
In truth, Mo Lin himself didn’t know the details; he only knew he had a Ghost Spirit Body.
And that it was powerful—nothing more.
"You dare bully the heir of Yedou?
All of you deserve death."
Zhong Kui barked.
It was just one shout.
The Three Immortals, the Two Buddhas, one Ghost, and one Spirit Body all spat blood at the same time.
They didn’t even have time to react.
This was true oppression.