Chapter 701 - 699: Giving It Everything
The county town was peaceful.
After nightfall, it was still harmonious.
There was no hint of murderous intent.
It seemed as if the East District had returned to normal.
Mo Lin stayed in the hotel, sleeping soundly.
Hu Haqi lay on the bed, unable to close his eyes, sleepless.
Thinking about Mo Lin going to Ten Thousand Peaks Mountain tomorrow, he couldn’t sleep.
In contrast, Mo Lin acted as though nothing happened, eating and sleeping as usual.
The next day...
Sunlight shone through the window, illuminating Mo Lin’s face.
Mo Lin got up slowly and unhurriedly.
After a quick wash, Mo Lin went out to have breakfast.
"It’s none of your business anymore, you can leave." Mo Lin slowly said to Hu Haqi, who was following him.
Mo Lin was about to head to Ten Thousand Peaks Mountain, and Hu Haqi wouldn’t be of any help.
If Hu Haqi went to Ten Thousand Peaks Mountain, he would certainly fall.
The battle at Ten Thousand Peaks Mountain was not one Hu Haqi could participate in.
"I’m fine, I’m not afraid of death." Hu Haqi revealed a row of clean, white teeth and said.
Mo Lin turned and left, while Hu Haqi followed behind him.
Initially, only a few people were following Mo Lin.
As Mo Lin headed to Ten Thousand Peaks Mountain, more and more people followed behind.
A dozen people.
Over twenty people.
More than a hundred people.
Over two hundred people...
More than five hundred people...
Over a thousand people...
Forming a long line.
Mo Lin didn’t know any of these people.
When Mo Lin looked back, all he could see were silhouettes.
Endless to the eye.
These people, more or less, had some skills.
Among them were even some impressive figures.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Mo Lin questioned the group of people behind him.
Over a thousand people simply looked at Mo Lin, staying silent without saying a word, just staring at Mo Lin.
"I’m going to Ten Thousand Peaks Mountain to save my sister, why are you following me?" Mo Lin asked again.
Still, no one spoke.
It was as if they had turned mute, not speaking, just staring, watching Mo Lin.
"Are you just here to watch the show?" Mo Lin asked in confusion.
Even if they were just here to watch, was there a need to follow Mo Lin?
Seeing no one responding to him, Mo Lin sighed and continued moving forward.
Mo Lin didn’t look back, but the footsteps and breathing behind him grew more numerous.
Clearly, there were more people.
Mo Lin finally stopped and turned back again.
Behind Mo Lin, a long dragon-like line had formed.
"What is the meaning of this?" Mo Lin asked again.
Finally, someone spoke.
"We want to help you," a man said first.
"Help me?" Mo Lin was stunned.
Among these thousands, Mo Lin didn’t recognize a single person.
There was neither friendship nor any debt of gratitude.
What were these people helping Mo Lin for, without any reason?
"If you go to Ten Thousand Peaks Mountain, you will die." Mo Lin said sternly.
"If we die, we die. After all, our lives aren’t worth much." A man said softly.
"We can die, but you cannot."
A man looked at Mo Lin eagerly and said again, "Our lives are cheap, and our deaths are inconsequential.
But if you die, it’s a different story."
Only a few people spoke up, while the rest remained silent.
Their attitude was clear—they agreed with the speakers.
"Why do you want to help me?" Mo Lin asked sincerely.
Isn’t there usually a reason for doing anything?
"In the East District, only you can fight against the Evil Buddha and slay the Evil Spirit.
You are our hope," a man slowly said.
Mo Lin had heard similar words more than once.
He didn’t understand why these people thought he was the Savior.
"You shouldn’t place your hope in me, I’m not the Destined Person, I can’t save you," Mo Lin said earnestly.
The one who can save the East District is the Destined Person.
But Mo Lin was no longer the Destined Person.
Everyone fell silent, not saying a word.
The few who had been speaking also remained silent.
When Mo Lin spoke, these people didn’t respond.
But whenever Mo Lin walked forward, the group followed behind him.
Mo Lin could manage himself, but he couldn’t control the crowd behind him.
It’s not true to say they’re not afraid of death.
Who wouldn’t be afraid of death?
Mo Lin was currently the only person in the East District who hadn’t bowed to evil.
He was the last glimmer of hope in the East District against evil.
Moreover, Mo Lin’s stories were everywhere in the lower echelons of the East District.
These people had already regarded Mo Lin as their spiritual support.
Only Mo Lin was unaware.
Mo Lin finally arrived at Ten Thousand Peaks Mountain.
On Ten Thousand Peaks Mountain, there wasn’t a single tree.
Obviously, the trees had been chopped down before Mo Lin arrived.
At the center stood several dozen pillars.
The cylindrical pillars were about ten meters tall, twice as thick as a utility pole.
Each pillar had a person tied to it.
Mo Lin’s gaze quickly locked onto his sister.
Mo Jingmei was tied to the central pillar.
Her hair was disheveled, her body pierced by steel nails.
Her limbs were twisted, her face weary.
"Elder Sister, I’ve come to save you."
Mo Lin slowly said to Mo Jingmei, who had helped him countless times.
Mo Jingmei protected Mo Lin countless times.
Finally, it was Mo Lin’s turn to protect his sister.
"Did you receive the Spiritual Guardian’s protection?" Mo Jingmei’s voice was as slender as a thin thread.
Yet Mo Lin still heard Mo Jingmei’s words.
"No," Mo Lin said slowly.
"Alas..., it’s my fault. If I could have thought things through a bit more... if I had been a bit more diligent...
the protection of the Spiritual Guardian would be yours." Mo Jingmei sighed quietly.
Her eyes were full of Mo Lin, paying no attention to her own predicament.
Back then, it was Mo Jingmei who used her last strength to send Mo Lin to the Ten Thousand Immortals Realm, hoping Mo Lin would receive the protection of the Spiritual Guardian.
This was also why Mo Lin had unexpectedly entered the Ten Thousand Immortals Country.
Unfortunately... it didn’t go as planned.
"Boom boom boom..."
Dark clouds suddenly covered the entire sky.
The Three Immortals of the Ten Thousand Immortals Country appeared in mid-air.
They were there to help Yin Qi deal with Mo Lin.
Then two Buddha shadows emerged.
Soon after, a black figure appeared.
These three figures were, respectively, two Evil Buddhas and a Great Evil Spirit.
A man dressed in silver-white clothes, with a ghastly pale face, slowly emerged.
At the sight of this man, Mo Lin instinctively clenched his fists.
"Yin Qi..." Mo Lin said, gritting his teeth, word by word.
"Hello..." Yin Qi showed a nauseating smile, waving at Mo Lin, "Didn’t expect we’d meet so soon."
Yin Qi pointed at the land and said to Mo Lin, "This is your burial ground I’ve prepared for you, are you satisfied?"
Ignoring Yin Qi, Mo Lin coldly addressed the figures of the Three Immortals in the air.
"I want to take my sister and save the Jiangzhou people.
Whether it’s the Three Immortals or the Evil Buddhas.
Whoever stops me, I will destroy."
"Arrogant!" Yin Qi snorted coldly.
As soon as the words fell, Yin Qi raised his right hand, colored Immortal Qi gathered, and terrifying Immortal Qi enveloped Mo Lin.
The Cyan Cloud Sword instantly appeared in front of Mo Lin.
Mo Lin grasped the sword with his right hand and then swung it.
With one stroke, the colored Immortal Qi in the air was broken.
Since this battle could not be avoided, he would give it his all.
Unfortunately, Mo Lin’s myriad ghosts weren’t present, otherwise, at this moment, Mo Lin’s Five Viscera Concealing Ghost Skill could have displayed peak strength.
"Come out." Mo Lin snorted coldly.
Heng and Ha Generals appeared behind Mo Lin.
The two Divine Generals stood beside Mo Lin, one on the left, one on the right.