Catching Ghosts as Head of Yin Department

The palm of the Three Cyan Immortals tightly grasped the divinity of the True Monarch of Pure Origin and Profound Dao.

This felt no different than placing a hand on a hot griddle.

This thing restrained ghosts, the most crucial aspect.

At this moment, the Three Cyan Immortals were like holding a red-hot iron ball.

Two forces collided.

"Clatter..."

Ultimately, the Three Cyan Immortals failed to stop that wisp of divinity of the True Monarch of Pure Origin and Profound Dao, only able to watch helplessly as it flew away.

Hou Qi paid the price of self-detonation, using his bloodline power to send away a wisp of divinity from the True Monarch of Pure Origin and Profound Dao.

Not being easily intercepted was no surprise, after all, this was Hou Qi’s last strength.

Even Six-Eared Mingyue attempted to intercept that wisp of divinity himself, but unfortunately still failed in the end.

Could only watch helplessly as that wisp of divinity left the Nightmare Realm.

As that wisp of divinity left the Nightmare Realm, the faces of several people behind Six-Eared Mingyue immediately turned grim.

Previously, even when Six-Eared Hong was defeated, this group didn’t show such an expression.

This expression was more miserable than eating excrement.

"Sister, what should we do?" a man asked Six-Eared Mingyue.

This time in the Nightmare Realm, they gained nothing.

Not only that, but they also killed Hou Qi.

This matter couldn’t be explained when going back to the tribe.

Of course... if they could obtain a wisp of divinity from the True Monarch of Pure Origin and Profound Dao, or if Mo Lin got his hands on it.

All would be well.

But now they gained nothing.

And they killed Hou Qi of the Postnatal Race.

This matter was troublesome.

After all, the Six-Eared Race had allied with the Postnatal Race.

Things happened back then.

But those matters ultimately could only be borne by Six-Eared Mingyue himself.

"No worries, it was just a person who died, I can handle this." Six-Eared Mingyue said with a strong tone.

She’s currently in the East District, not in the South District.

Even if someone in the tribe was furious, they couldn’t do anything about her.

Zhao Yuan had completely lost the ability to resist.

He slumped on the ground.

Mo Lin came directly in front of Zhao Yuan.

Mo Lin intentionally spared Zhao Yuan’s life before, as Mo Lin had something to ask.

"Does Jingming Daoism have someone named Zhen Lingling?" Mo Lin recalled what happened in Beihai before.

Someone left a Ghost-eating Yaksha in Beihai, obviously to deal with Mo Lin.

Mo Lin had been betrayed too many times along the way.

He handled things with great caution now.

"Yes, that person is currently in Jingming Daoism, specially recruited, entered Jingming Daoism, and is now the ninth-generation disciple." Zhao Yuan truthfully told Mo Lin.

It was just a small matter, there was no need to lie.

"Is she a Daoist Cultivator or an Evil Cultivator?" Mo Lin asked in confusion.

This matter was very important.

The legacy of the True Martial Emperor was absolutely a Daoist Cultivator.

"Evil Cultivator." Zhao Yuan truthfully told Mo Lin.

Evil Cultivator?

Mo Lin’s mind went blank for a few seconds.

Zhen Lingling? Evil Cultivator?

"She is supposedly the True Martial Emperor’s true form, how could she be an Evil Cultivator?" Mo Lin questioned Zhao Yuan with a frown.

Feeling Mo Lin’s terrifying pressure, Zhao Yuan wasn’t flustered at all.

After all, he was already on a dead path, nothing to panic about.

"Evil Cultivator, genuinely an Evil Cultivator."

Zhao Yuan truthfully told Mo Lin: "Do you think I’m blind?

Can’t I tell whether someone is an Evil Cultivator?

She brought some benefits when she came to Jingming Daoism, so she was specially recruited to become the ninth-generation disciple."

Mo Lin had asked Chen Xi about Zhen Lingling’s matter.

Chen Xi’s original words were that when Mo Lin went missing, Beihai was raided.

Zhen Lingling just disappeared suddenly.

Disappeared without any warning, so Chen Xi and the others didn’t know about Zhen Lingling’s situation.

The reason Mo Lin kept asking about Zhen Lingling was because he was afraid of being stabbed in the back.

Afraid that Zhen Lingling would suddenly stab him in the back.

In the distance.

A woman wearing tricolor clothing slowly appeared.

This woman’s feet did not touch the ground; her feet were about ten centimeters above the ground as she walked towards Mo Lin.

At the same time, behind this woman, other ghosts followed her lead.

Mo Lin’s gaze swept across this group of ghosts, showing a disappointed expression.

He didn’t see the figure of Wu Wei.

Seeing the appearance of the Three Cyan Immortals, Six-Eared Mingyue and others all looked nervous.

This ghost before them was the master of the Nightmare Realm, possessing absolute control over the Nightmare Realm.

Even the Three Immortals would have to give her some respect here.

"Senior, we mean no offense." Six-Eared Mingyue explained to the Three Cyan Immortals.

The Three Cyan Immortals ignored Six-Eared Mingyue and walked straight towards Mo Lin.

"Lord Mo Lin, it’s been a long time."

Just one sentence shocked everyone present.

No one here expected... the Three Immortals to address Mo Lin this way.

What did this sentence mean?

The master of the Nightmare Realm calling Mo Lin like this.

This meant that in the Nightmare Realm, Mo Lin was the king.

Zhao Yuan, covered in blood at this moment, fell into despair when he heard the Three Cyan Immortals address Mo Lin like that.

Everyone thought that Mo Lin surviving at Ten Thousand Peaks Mountain was purely by luck.

Wrong... wrong... all wrong.

Mo Lin surviving at Ten Thousand Peaks Mountain had nothing to do with luck at all.

It was all due to his strength.

Someone whom even the Three Cyan Immortals would bow down to, how could he be ordinary?

Of course... as for the matters between Mo Lin and the Three Cyan Immortals, outsiders like Six-Eared Mingyue had no clue.

"Back then, when you were persecuted by the Yellow Springs Ghost, it wasn’t that I didn’t want to save you... I couldn’t leave.

I had no way to leave the Nightmare Realm." The Three Cyan Immortals anxiously explained to Mo Lin.

"At that time, Du Kui failed to take control of the Nightmare Realm.

I had no choice but to substitute him in controlling the Nightmare Realm, I couldn’t leave."

The Three Cyan Immortals understood Mo Lin’s intention to groom Du Kui.

So, back then, she voluntarily gave him the opportunity to control the Nightmare Realm.

Unfortunately, Du Kui failed and paid a grave price.

The people from the Six-Eared Race nearby had their eyes wide open.

Facial expressions of disbelief were written all over their faces.

Their expressions were on their faces.

Shock... surprise... envy...

The dignified Three Immortals were courteous to one person...

It was so rare.

Wasn’t this overly humble speech?

Even Six-Eared Mingyue wanted to remind the Three Cyan Immortals.

You’re the Lord of the Nightmare Realm, not Mo Lin’s servant, do you need to be so respectful and courteous?

The Three Immortals didn’t have a problem with their words.

It’s just... wasn’t the tone too polite?

Too humble?

It doesn’t match the status of the Three Cyan Immortals at all!

"Oh, it’s okay." About the battle at the Yellow Springs Realm back then, Mo Lin never blamed anyone.

If blame was to be assigned, blame Mo Lin himself for not being strong enough.

Originally, Six-Eared Mingyue had no expression on her face.

But... she saw Mo Lin’s reaction.

Couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

Does everyone talk to the Three Immortals like this?

Truly taking the Three Immortals as his own ghost?

The Three Immortals... the master of the Nightmare Realm... seemed to have no status at Mo Lin’s place.

"Your attitude..." Six-Eared Mingyue couldn’t help but complain halfway.

"Hmm? What’s the matter?" Mo Lin asked back.

"Isn’t your attitude too bad?"

"No, I treat everyone the same." Mo Lin said sincerely.

"Ah...right right...you’re amazing..."

Six-Eared Mingyue pouted helplessly.

He really treated everyone equally.

Mo Lin had this kind of attitude towards his own ghosts.

There was nothing wrong with that at all.

Is this taking the Three Immortals as his own ghost?

The key point is, Mo Lin’s words couldn’t be argued against.