Catching Ghosts as Head of Yin Department

Feng Guo, whether in attitude or emotion, appeared particularly humble.

As Feng Guo knelt down, Hu Haqi and others also followed suit.

Mo Lin stood upright in place, making no motion to kneel.

Mo Lin did not look down on Hu Haqi and the others; they were merely seeking a chance to survive.

Essentially, it was not a wrongful act.

"A true man can bend and stretch. Even Han Xin once suffered from the humiliation of crawling between the legs.

If you don’t kneel, you will die." Hu Haqi reminded Mo Lin.

His attitude towards Mo Lin was quite good.

At least he did not blame Mo Lin for offending Consort Ji.

"I do not need to kneel," Mo Lin said coldly.

"Damn... who do you think you are?"

Feng Guo was astonished by Mo Lin’s defiant remark.

This was really taking oneself too seriously.

"You’re way too arrogant. I have the power of an Immortal Cultivator, and even I’m not this arrogant..." Feng Guo mocked Mo Lin.

At this moment, in the distance, Consort Ji and Cui Ming both turned their gaze towards Mo Lin.

A hint of astonishment appeared on Cui Ming’s despairing face.

"Mo Lin?" Cui Ming exclaimed.

"Mo Lin?" Consort Ji also shouted at the same time.

Although both were calling the same name, their tones were different.

The former was joyous, while the latter was surprised.

"Mo Lin?"

Feng Guo and Hu Haqi shouted it together.

The name Mo Lin, who doesn’t know it?

At least in the East District, this name carries great weight.

"Are you Lord Mo Lin, the one who blocks Evil Buddha and destroys ghosts?" Hu Haqi’s tone while speaking to Mo Lin changed.

The tone was particularly respectful.

As for Feng Guo, he even felt like his brain wasn’t functioning right.

Now his mind was completely blank, devoid of any thinking ability.

Under the astounded gazes of Hu Haqi and the others, Mo Lin stepped forward, arriving beside Cui Ming.

Cui Ming, like a deflated balloon, slumped directly, grabbing Mo Lin’s shoulder with his right hand to support himself.

"Let’s go." Mo Lin prepared to take Cui Ming away.

Consort Ji’s four-hundred-pound body moved forward to block Mo Lin’s path.

"You think you can just leave?

Are you taking me too lightly?"

Consort Ji’s cheeks were plump, making her eyes appear particularly small.

"I don’t want to kill anyone, at least not now."

Mo Lin said coldly with a somber face.

It wasn’t that Mo Lin feared Consort Ji; he just didn’t want to waste his strength here.

Before the battle at Ten Thousand Peaks Mountain, Mo Lin wanted to conserve his energy as much as possible.

"Since you’re here, you might as well not leave."

Consort Ji said with a proud face, "As long as I catch you, I can use your life to threaten Cui Xinyun."

Mo Lin was already on the edge of erupting.

Consort Ji’s words utterly made Mo Lin explode.

"Whether it’s Yin Qi or Xin Ziruo.

Do you all think I’m easy to bully?

Why does everyone want to go against me?"

"Splash..."

As Mo Lin’s words fell, bright red Immortal Qi surged like a wave.

A little ghost appeared on Mo Lin’s shoulder, opening its mouth to spit out a pitch-black long sword.

A pitch-black long sword materialized in front of Mo Lin.

"Why... why.... does everyone want to be my enemy?

Why does everyone want to cross me?" Mo Lin’s eyes erupted with killing intent.

Consort Ji, with a nonchalant expression, spat: "Because you’re a nuisance.

Because you possess things you shouldn’t have."

Indeed, as Consort Ji said, the trouble Mo Lin faced now was all due to fortune.

Mo Lin had no intention of causing trouble.

But those people coveted Mo Lin’s fortune, wanting to take it from him.

This is the fundamental reason.

A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime.

"I advise you to leave; otherwise, you won’t make it to Ten Thousand Peaks Mountain.

You will die here." Consort Ji said coldly to Mo Lin.

Consort Ji was not in a hurry to deal with Mo Lin.

In her eyes, Mo Lin was no different from a dead man.

As long as Mo Lin went to Ten Thousand Peaks Mountain, he would die.

She had no need to waste energy on Mo Lin.

"You should go." Cui Ming knew Mo Lin’s situation was bad and did not want to make it difficult for him.

"Don’t worry about me, I won’t survive."

As her words fell, Cui Ming tore open her outer clothes.

Her body was already riddled with a thousand holes.

Her abdomen even had a fist-sized hole.

Now Cui Ming was holding on with her last bit of willpower.

Once her last breath dissipated, her life would reach its end.

"My sister was good to you. I hope you don’t let her down.

Even if she did something outrageous, please forgive her." Cui Ming spoke slowly to Mo Lin, as if entrusting her orphan.

Mo Lin’s eyes burst with killing intent.

At this moment, he only wanted to kill Consort Ji.

As for what came after, Mo Lin didn’t want to think too much now.

The Cyan Cloud Sword spun crazily in the air, emitting a sound of sword cry.

Mo Lin held the sword in his right hand, slashing down toward Consort Ji.

Consort Ji stood in place with no fear, her plump palm swinging out, tightly grasping the blade of the Cyan Cloud Sword.

Grabbing the sword with her bare hands.

This showcased Consort Ji’s terrifying power.

Facing Consort Ji, Mo Lin did not relax at all.

Mo Lin performed the Evil-slaying Swordsmanship, Sword Technique: Exorcism and Godslaying.

A white light slashed out head-on.

Consort Ji stood in place, slowly opening her mouth. A terrifying suction erupted from her mouth.

Like a propeller, the terrifying suction exploded.

The next moment, the sword technique Mo Lin executed was directly swallowed by Consort Ji.

It was Mo Lin’s first time seeing such a strange magic.

Mo Lin raised his hand, swinging the sword again.

The same thing happened again; the sword light was swallowed by Consort Ji again.

Consort Ji took a deep breath; her belly expanded like a balloon, then deflated, exhaling fiercely at Mo Lin.

The Jingming Evil-slaying Swordsmanship that Mo Lin had just used was unexpectedly spat out by Consort Ji.

Mo Lin performed the second move of Jingming Evil-slaying Swordsmanship, the Sword Domain.

The Cyan Cloud Sword was held horizontally in front of Mo Lin, the Sword Qi forming a barrier around him, blocking the oncoming sword light.

After blocking Consort Ji’s attack, Mo Lin stopped; he did not attack rashly.

The methods Mo Lin used would be returned by Consort Ji in the same way.

How was this different from attacking oneself?

Mo Lin was contemplating how to break the moves.

"If you don’t make a move, I’ll have to."

Consort Ji raised her right hand, a mass of pitch-black energy gathered, enveloping Mo Lin.

Although Consort Ji’s body was fat, her movements were agile, not at all hindered by her body fat.

Mo Lin performed the Sword Domain, resisting Consort Ji’s attack.

The battle instantly fell into a passive situation.

Mo Lin was completely on the receiving end.

"Not planning to fight back?" Consort Ji was a bit proud, saying coldly: "Jingming Evil-slaying Swordsmanship, is just like this."

Consort Ji said this to entice Mo Lin to use more powerful sword techniques.

Then she would use Mo Lin’s style to attack Mo Lin.

"Come forth." Mo Lin grunted coldly.

A figure dressed as a scholar in white appeared behind Mo Lin.

This figure, holding a long sword, had the aura of Lv Dongbin.

"Swish..."

A sword slashed down head-on.

This sword seemed to be able to cut through everything, directly breaking Consort Ji’s technique.

Consort Ji opened her mouth wide, likening it to a catfish’s mouth, taking a sharp breath, trying to swallow the sword.

But the sword seemed endless.

No matter how Consort Ji tried to swallow it, she couldn’t swallow this sword completely.

"This isn’t a sword technique?"

Consort Ji exclaimed, "Could it be... the heritage of Celestial Monarch Xu from Jingming Daoism?"

Such terrifying power definitely did not belong to Mo Lin.

Recalling the Jingming Evil-slaying Swordsmanship Mo Lin had performed earlier, it was easy to guess this was the heritage power of Celestial Monarch Xu.