Chapter 711 - 709: Envy, You Hit the Jackpot
In the distance, a figure that looked like a dog was sprinting in Mo Lin’s direction.
Looking closer, it was a person, and an adult at that.
He was crawling rapidly on the ground with all four limbs.
This person was quickly closing in on Mo Lin’s position.
Only when he got closer did Mo Lin clearly see his face.
The skin on his body looked like it had been scalded by boiling water, all shriveled up.
His skin was covered in blood-speckled blotches.
All his hair was gone, his head bare and shiny; his ears had been cut off, and his eyeballs bulged outward.
The skin on his upper palate and lips was gone, exposing the gums, which looked a bit disgusting.
"Mo Lin..." The man lifted his head and called to Mo Lin.
"Hm?" For a moment, Mo Lin had no idea who he was.
The man’s throat seemed damaged, his voice thick and hoarse, making it impossible to recognize him by sound.
"I am Wan Foli." The man’s muddled voice sounded again.
"Ah..."
Mo Lin was startled.
Mo Lin still remembered Wan Foli very clearly.
Back then he had been so high-spirited, he had even provoked Mo Lin; the two of them had once clashed.
If he remembered right, about two years ago Wan Foli had even written Mo Lin a letter and helped him quite a bit.
At that time, although Wan Foli had already been in a sorry state, it was nowhere near as bad as now, not this pathetic.
Mo Lin remembered that Wan Foli had been obsessed with dying, and more than once had begged Mo Lin to kill him.
After Consort Ji was executed by Mo Lin, Wan Foli seized the opportunity and barely managed to escape alive.
To escape, he had racked his brains and spent every last bit of strength.
"What is it? Begging for death?"
Mo Lin now didn’t mind at all lending a hand to help Wan Foli end his life.
"No... I don’t want to die anymore."
Wan Foli knelt in front of Mo Lin; he seemed unable to stand up.
Most likely his body had become deformed, losing the ability to stand.
"I’m begging you to help me take revenge."
Wan Foli said to Mo Lin, "Back then Hong Fan tricked me into Immortal Island, and I ended up half alive, half dead. I beg you to avenge me and kill Hong Fan."
Wan Foli really had reached the end of the road.
The only powerful person he knew was Mo Lin.
And now, Mo Lin was the only person he trusted.
It wasn’t based on any reason; he just chose to trust Mo Lin.
"Wan Foli, you and I—one, we have no friendship; two, we have no ties of affection. On what basis should I help you get revenge?
Do I eat so much I’m bored?
Do I enjoy looking for trouble when I have nothing better to do?"
"You wish." Mo Lin didn’t hesitate in the slightest; he decisively refused, turned around, and was about to leave.
"No, no, no... I have value."
Wan Foli’s expression turned anxious, afraid Mo Lin would walk away.
He knew exactly how much he was worth.
Thinking he could rely on sweet talk alone to get Mo Lin to avenge him was absolutely impossible.
"You help me take revenge, and I’ll give you something of equal worth," Wan Foli said quickly.
"Not interested." Mo Lin had no desire to go looking for trouble.
He already had a whole pile of his own problems; how was he supposed to help Wan Foli?
"Aren’t you curious how Xin Ziruo’s disciples were able to learn the Ghost Skill of the Eight Immortals Ghost?" Wan Foli asked Mo Lin.
"Not curious," Mo Lin said coldly.
In truth, he was curious about this, but using that matter as the price for Mo Lin to avenge Wan Foli wasn’t worth it.
"Don’t go, please don’t go."
Wan Foli’s voice grew frantic. He grabbed Mo Lin’s leg and said slowly, "I have something even better for you."
Wan Foli pulled open his clothes, exposing his chest cavity.
Pointing to the position of his heart, he said to Mo Lin, "Right here, I have a method of Immortal cultivation.
If you avenge me, I’m willing to give you this method of Immortal cultivation."
To engrave a cultivation method into one’s heart—this truly took some skill.
Seeing that Mo Lin remained unmoved, Wan Foli continued, "Xin Ziruo condenses incense-fire Qi all to pursue Immortal cultivation.
You may be an Immortal Cultivator, but in the end you only got a share of Immortal Qi. Your Wild Immortal Technique belongs to the Three Immortals, it doesn’t truly belong to you."
What Wan Foli said was quite accurate.
The Immortal Techniques Mo Lin cultivated were essentially just another way of borrowing the Immortal Techniques of the Star Constellation Snake Immortal.
Their power and strength depended on how much Immortal Qi the Star Constellation Snake Immortal granted him.
"I’m not lying to you. I possess a method to condense Immortal Qi. It’s not a killing move, but it will only benefit you and never harm you," Wan Foli said excitedly, afraid Mo Lin would reject him.
"You’re an outsider—you probably don’t understand how important this method of Immortal cultivation is.
Everyone will eventually step onto this path. If you obtain my method, you’ll be at the very forefront."
"Something this good, and you’re giving it to me?" Mo Lin rolled his eyes. When it came to Wan Foli, Mo Lin was one hundred percent on guard.
If he got duped and ended up losing more than he gained, that would be a real pain.
Wan Foli placed his right hand over his chest, making a gesture as if to dig out his own heart.
"I can give you this heart first.
The method of Immortal cultivation is etched onto the heart.
Once you get the method, all you need to do is avenge me.
My enemy is Hong Fan.
He tricked me into Immortal Island, seized my foundation in Dragon City, and killed my closest kin.
I want him dead."
The moment he mentioned Hong Fan, a pure killing intent flashed in the depths of Wan Foli’s eyes.
Very straightforward. For some reason, Wan Foli seemed to trust Mo Lin one hundred percent.
The two of them had no formal agreement, no contract.
It was just words.
Wan Foli wasn’t worried at all that after his death Mo Lin might go back on his word and refuse to avenge him.
Mo Lin was still hesitating, mainly because Wan Foli was truly not someone you could trust.
Wan Foli swung his hand toward the position of his own heart.
"Splash..."
Blood sprayed as Wan Foli’s hand plunged straight into his chest where his heart was.
Blood ran down Wan Foli’s arm.
Wan Foli’s expression twisted; his right hand suddenly exerted force and tore outward.
A heart was firmly clutched in his hand.
"Thump... thump..."
The heart in Wan Foli’s hand was still beating.
On the heart, inky black symbols like characters crawled back and forth across its surface.
Even without a heart, Wan Foli did not immediately draw his last breath.
Kneeling on the ground, Wan Foli raised both hands high, lifting his heart and placing it in front of Mo Lin.
"I was wrong.
I don’t deserve forgiveness; I know I should die.
I’m using something of equal value to beg you to avenge me."
There was no moral blackmail here at all, just a transaction.
"Take it. You’ve hit the jackpot."
Off to the side, Six-Eared Mingyue said to Mo Lin, "You really stepped in dogshit luck."
To be honest, she was a bit jealous.
If she didn’t know Mo Lin, Six-Eared Mingyue would’ve even considered snatching the heart.
"Give the heart to me and I’ll avenge you, how about that?" Six-Eared Mingyue asked Wan Foli.
"No..."
Wan Foli lowered his head, eyeing Six-Eared Mingyue warily.
"I only trust Mo Lin. As for anyone else, I don’t trust them at all."
"Heh... fine." Six-Eared Mingyue waved her hand helplessly.
At the same time, she looked at Mo Lin with a puzzled expression.
She had no idea what Mo Lin had done to earn such trust from this man.
This had already gone beyond ordinary trust.
Who hands over their own heart to someone and asks them to take revenge?
Wasn’t this trust a bit too much?
"Still spacing out?"
Six-Eared Mingyue’s tone carried a hint of jealousy. "Hurry up and take it—you’ve scored big."