Catching Ghosts as Head of Yin Department

With Wu Xiaoxiao dead, Mo Lin withdrew his hand.

"Senior Feng, a bit faster..."

In the distance, Hu Haqi’s voice could be heard.

Hu Haqi was approaching with a middle-aged man toward Mo Lin’s direction.

"The Yellow Springs Ghost is right ahead," Hu Haqi hurriedly said, pointing towards Mo Lin.

Hu Haqi hadn’t run away; he had gone to call for reinforcements.

"You’re alright?"

Hu Haqi exclaimed, seeing Mo Lin standing there unharmed.

He glanced around, looking for the Yellow Springs Ghost, scanning the surroundings but didn’t see it.

"Where’s the Yellow Springs Ghost?" Hu Haqi asked Mo Lin, puzzled.

Before Mo Lin could speak, Feng Guo interjected, "It’s probably sensed my aura and fled."

"Senior Feng is right, the Yellow Springs Ghost must be afraid of your Immortal Cultivator strength and ran away," Hu Haqi flattered Feng Guo.

Feng Guo nodded, "Hmm."

Mo Lin didn’t argue, nor did he mention that the Yellow Springs Ghost had died by his hand.

"Brother, where are you headed?" Hu Haqi asked Mo Lin.

"Ten Thousand Peaks Mountain," Mo Lin truthfully replied to Hu Haqi.

"What a coincidence, we’re also heading to Ten Thousand Peaks Mountain, want to join us?" Hu Haqi invited Mo Lin to go together.

"Sure," Mo Lin agreed with a nod.

So Mo Lin joined Hu Haqi and the others on their journey to Ten Thousand Peaks Mountain.

The journey was quite uneventful, nothing special happened.

Along the way, they encountered a few Yellow Springs Ghosts, but Feng Guo easily dispatched them.

The group smoothly left the territories governed by the Yellow Springs Realm.

Unexpectedly, the bright sky turned a shade of gray.

The air was thick with fog.

It was apparent that Hu Haqi and the others became tense.

Even Feng Guo displayed signs of anxiety.

The previously chatty group fell silent.

The atmosphere was exceptionally quiet, with only the sound of Hu Haqi and the others’ breathing audible.

Hu Haqi came over to Mo Lin and warned him,

"Brother, be careful on this stretch, this area is under the jurisdiction of Immortal Island."

Currently, Immortal Island held a unique status in the East District, and the immortals residing there had unfathomable power.

Even Xin Ziruo wouldn’t dare to be reckless here.

Mo Lin nodded, following behind Hu Haqi.

After about ten minutes, sounds of fighting emerged from afar.

"You think you can use me to threaten my sister?

In your dreams!

I’d rather die than compromise, and I’ll never be your Immortal Island’s pet."

The voice was incredibly close to Mo Lin, so much so that he could even see the person speaking in the distance.

Hu Haqi lowered his voice and cautioned Mo Lin, "Don’t look up, don’t watch, and don’t meddle."

Hu Haqi kept his head down the whole time, not daring to take a second glance, appearing utterly submissive.

"Kid, don’t stare or offend people you shouldn’t. Even I can’t protect you then," warned Feng Guo to Mo Lin.

Mo Lin seemed to ignore Feng Guo’s warning, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on the figure to the left.

The figure was familiar to Mo Lin; it was none other than Cui Xinyun’s elder sister, Cui Ming.

Once, Cui Ming had mysteriously disappeared and left.

Cui Ming’s pure white clothes were soaked in red blood.

In her left hand, she held a sword, her hair draped over her shoulders, her face ashen.

Her body swayed as if she could hardly stand.

Opposing Cui Ming was a stout woman, whose right hand lifted, releasing a mass of dark energy directly at Cui Ming.

Cui Ming raised her right hand, swinging her sword to block, but her body was sent flying back, knocked dozens of meters away, landing harshly on the ground.

Cui Ming was utterly exhausted, no match for the stout woman.

This stout woman, Mo Lin also recognized; she was Consort Ji.

"Become our Immortal Island’s pet, lead us to Cui Xinyun, and you’ll live," Consort Ji could have easily killed Cui Ming.

But she didn’t.

Cui Ming’s life had its purposes.

Immortal Island needed her life to trade for Cui Xinyun and the Heaven-Filling Stone.

Cui Ming grasped her sword with her right hand, using it to support herself against the ground.

"Hahaha..."

Cui Ming lifted her head and laughed heartily.

"I have only one sister; she’s the only family I have this lifetime.

Betray her?

Dream on."

"Sister?"

Consort Ji snorted, "You and Cui Xinyun aren’t related by blood, is she worth dying for?"

"My bond with Cui Xinyun is stronger than blood," Cui Ming replied coldly.

Thirteen years ago, Cui Ming was only a child.

In her family, boys were favored, Cui Ming was often scolded and beaten for eating too much, and eventually, despised for Cui Xinyun, they kicked Cui Ming out to fend for herself.

Cui Ming was on the brink of starving on the street before Cui Xinyun saved her.

Coincidentally, Cui Xinyun was also alone, but she had plenty of food.

Cui Xinyun shared her food with Cui Ming, allowing Cui Ming to survive, and the two became sworn sisters.

Since then, Cui Ming had always told herself, "My life was given by Cui Xinyun."

Later, Cui Ming voluntarily changed her surname to match Cui Xinyun’s.

"My life belongs to my sister, and I have no fear of death." Cui Ming understood that she was fated to lose today.

"You could have left alive, but you chose to pass the Celestial Heart Bureau legacy to that disciple," Consort Ji taunted Cui Ming.

Cui Ming’s downfall today was partly due to her giving the Nine Heavens Profound Lady’s legacy to a disciple, leaving herself without her trump card.

"Enough talk, if you’re going to kill me, get on with it," Cui Ming impatiently urged.

At this moment, Mo Lin stepped forward and coldly said,

"Stop!"

The chilling words struck Feng Guo and Hu Haqi like a bolt of lightning, leaving them stunned in fright.

Feng Guo paled instantly, every hair standing on edge.

This place?

This was under Immortal Island’s jurisdiction.

The opponent was Consort Ji, an Immortal Island pet.

Who wouldn’t respectfully greet her, "Senior Consort Ji," upon meeting her?

Some timid ones would even kneel upon seeing Consort Ji out of sheer fright.

Yet here was someone daring to speak boldly before Consort Ji, meddling heedlessly.

Was he courting death?

Feng Guo’s pupils dilated, shouting at Mo Lin, "Are you out of your mind?"

If Mo Lin were alone, speaking against Consort Ji might be one thing.

But they were together now.

When Consort Ji’s wrath fell upon them, they would all perish here.

"Provoking Senior Consort Ji, even I can’t protect you."

Feng Guo berated Mo Lin, "You fool, apologize quickly."

"You all can leave, I’ll handle this myself," Mo Lin said coldly.

Feng Guo’s face contorted with frustration.

"Leave?"

Feng Guo retorted to Mo Lin, "Is this my home?

Do I come and go as I please?

Am I that insolent?"

Feng Guo regarded Mo Lin as if he were dealing with a reckless youth.

"Thud." Feng Guo knelt directly before Consort Ji.

"Senior, I’m sorry, we didn’t mean to offend you, this guy isn’t right in the head, please don’t hold it against him.

We’ll leave right away."

Feng Guo, a dignified Immortal Cultivator.

In front of Consort Ji, he didn’t have a single ounce of resistance.