Chapter 715 - 713: Refining Ghosts on Spirit Island
The battlefield was just a gathering of shadows.
At the moment of Mo Lin’s life and death, Hong Fan and the others disappeared?
Only a pile of white bones was left.
Fu Qian kneeled, holding her head with trembling fear.
"Hey.." Mo Lin touched Fu Qian’s shoulder.
Fu Qian jolted, stumbling back, looking at Mo Lin nervously swallowing.
"What’s wrong?" Mo Lin asked Fu Qian.
Mo Lin wasn’t pretending to be ignorant.
His sight and hearing had been taken away, so he didn’t know what happened.
"What happened?" Mo Lin asked Fu Qian: "Where are Hong Fan and the others?"
"Dead."
Fu Qian seemed severely frightened, stuttering as she spoke.
"They were all killed by you."
"Me? Killed them?"
Mo Lin paused, he hadn’t done anything just now?
Hong Fan’s Copper Coins were formidable, and Mo Lin couldn’t have killed Hong Fan in just a few breaths.
"That..the coin.." Fu Qian pointed to the distant golden coin, speaking slowly to Mo Lin.
Mo Lin wasn’t stupid, during the battle this coin seemed to have fallen on its own.
Mo Lin had overlooked this coin while he was fighting.
This wasn’t a regular coin; it was the Copper Coins he fought hard for during the Seasonal Coins.
Xin Ziruo also wanted to snatch this coin back then, but failed to do so.
"This coin killed all of them?"
Mo Lin guessed, but was uncertain.
Fu Qian nodded, "Yes."
A hint of surprise appeared on Mo Lin’s calm face.
Truthfully, since obtaining this coin, Mo Lin hadn’t found anything special about it.
Mo Lin tried multiple times to discover its abilities.
But this coin seemed ordinary, unremarkable.
He couldn’t feel any power within it.
Today, for some reason, the coin suddenly showed its effect, surprising Mo Lin.
Mo Lin held the coin, feeling a metallic chill in his hand.
Mo Lin tried to probe the power within the coin.
But strangely, it felt ordinary in Mo Lin’s hand again.
No reactions at all, just like a regular coin.
If Fu Qian hadn’t said it killed Hong Fan and the others, Mo Lin would’ve thought it was just an ordinary coin.
Could it only have power under special circumstances?
"What ability does this coin have?" Mo Lin asked Fu Qian.
"I closed my eyes, I didn’t see it."
Fu Qian slowly replied: "I felt if I’d opened my eyes then, I would have died too."
In a blink, hundreds vanished, even Hong Fan who had Copper Coins was erased.
This was too incredible.
This was definitely a treasure.
But...why didn’t this coin show its power during the battle at Ten Thousand Peaks Mountain?
Mo Lin had even died during that battle, yet the coin showed no sign of power.
Why did it appear while battling Hong Fan today?
It’s baffling, completely incomprehensible.
Mo Lin shook his head, no longer pondering it.
Fu Qian walked away, sweeping aside the bones, seemingly searching for something.
After some time, she held a Copper Coins in her hands, approaching Mo Lin.
"Here you go."
This Copper Coin was the one Hong Fan used earlier.
It was a treasure.
Mo Lin reached out to receive the Copper Coins.
The coin fell into his palm, unleashing a terrifying force.
Different feeling from holding the Copper Coins Gold Coin.
Clearly felt a horrifying power within this Copper Coins.
"Thank you, senior, for avenging my family." Fu Qian, lame, awkwardly knelt.
She knelt before Mo Lin, thanking him profoundly.
"No need to thank me, this was our deal with your brother." Mo Lin slowly said to Fu Qian.
He received Wan Foli’s offering and promised revenge, that simple.
"I still want to thank you." Fu Qian thanked Mo Lin again.
Mo Lin turned, preparing to leave, took a few steps, then paused.
He turned to see Fu Qian’s sad silhouette.
If Mo Lin left, Fu Qian’s current state wouldn’t last long in East District.
Mo Lin helped her today, but the ones connected to Hong Fan might still seek revenge on Fu Qian.
"Come here." Mo Lin beckoned Fu Qian.
Fu Qian limped toward Mo Lin.
"Senior, any instructions?" Fu Qian asked sincerely, grateful for Mo Lin avenging her entire family.
She was deeply grateful to Mo Lin.
At this moment, even if Mo Lin asked for her life, she would offer it without hesitation.
"This is the Cultivation Method your brother gave me, it seems to allow cultivation, I’ll give you a copy."
Mo Lin placed a finger on Fu Qian’s forehead, next moment, the dark text flowed from Mo Lin’s finger into Fu Qian.
"How much you can understand and obtain depends on your luck."
Mo Lin had done what he could for Fu Qian.
At least provided her with a means to survive.
"You can go to Hongzhou, to Gen Family.
Gen Family Business is my friend, he’ll take care of you." Mo Lin, slowly, told Fu Qian.
"Thank you, senior, for granting me the Cultivation Technique." Fu Qian thanked Mo Lin with a bow.
Mo Lin turned to leave.
Upon leaving Dragon City, he exterminated the Hong Family there, avenging Wan Foli completely.
After finishing, Mo Lin headed to Spirit Island.
To rescue his Beihai ghosts.
Spirit Island is located far east, en route through Xue City.
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Xue City.
Mo Lin arrived here on the fifth day after leaving Dragon City.
Reaching Spirit Island was troublesome.
No direct route, needed to travel by boat from Xue City to Spirit Island.
A river separated Xue City and Spirit Island.
"Boat ride?" a man asked Mo Lin.
"Yes." Mo Lin nodded.
"None available." The man shook his head.
This was the last place Mo Lin inquired.
The answers were always similar, either no boats available.
Or they were fully booked.
No room at all.
"Young man, you want to seek benefit on Spirit Island.
I’ll be honest, you can’t reach Spirit Island this month."
The man kindly advised Mo Lin: "Too many people going, you can’t compete."
"Why so many people heading to Spirit Island?" Mo Lin asked, puzzled.
"Yu Xiu wants to refine the ghosts, essence will leak out.
Those going want to gain some benefits.
Spirit Island hosts nearly 100,000 ghosts, any essence leak allows rapid cultivation improvement.
Daoist Cultivators and Immortal Cultivators are scrambling to enter Spirit Island."
Mo Lin furrowed his brows; he needed to find a way to Spirit Island.
The 100,000 ghosts on Spirit Island belonged to Mo Lin.
Their refining would be a massive loss for Mo Lin.
Among them, several ghosts were considered friends by Mo Lin.
They could not face any danger.