Catching Ghosts as Head of Yin Department-Chapter 451 - 449: The Weakest Meet the Strongest

There is no image of Immortal Qi pervading the air.

Nor is there a scene of flourishing splendor.

The place is filled with a sharp and pungent smell of blood.

This Immortal Cave is less than ten square meters, especially cramped.

The surroundings are not walls but masses of flesh piled up like walls.

Just like the skin of a toad, protruding here and sunken there.

The flesh around seems like a heart, pulsating and undulating.

Furthermore, the Immortal Qi here is pitifully thin.

A world apart from the palace Mo Lin resided in before.

Mo Lin spent a few hours in the Snake Immortal Palace, equivalent to staying here for a few days.

This is the Immortal Cave of an ordinary Immortal Cultivator. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

At this moment, Mo Lin realized something; he was special.

The Star Constellation Snake Immortal had given Mo Lin special treatment.

"Is an Immortal Cultivator at the Magic Control Level also cultivating in such an Immortal Cave?" Mo Lin asked a question he cared about deeply.

"Of course it is," Xiang Wu added, "I don't know about other Immortal Mansions, but in the Star Constellation Snake Immortal's Mansion, the cultivation Immortal Caves are all the same.

Only the Snake Immortal's own cultivation palace is different from ours."

"I was fortunate enough to catch a glimpse of the Snake Immortal Palace once, it was like the Heavenly Court, full of Immortal Qi."

When mentioning the Snake Immortal Palace, Xiang Wu's face showed a look of envy.

"Senior brother, where is your cultivation Immortal Cave?" Xiang Wu asked Mo Lin in confusion.

"Inside," Mo Lin made up a casual excuse to answer perfunctorily.

It couldn't be said that Mo Lin shared a cultivation palace with the Snake Immortal, could it?

Anyone with a bit of sense wouldn't be so foolish as to speak such a stupid thing.

Boasting would only bring unnecessary trouble to Mo Lin.

After chatting a few sentences with Xiang Wu, Mo Lin left.

Leaving Xiang Wu's cultivation Immortal Cave, Mo Lin returned the same way he came.

This journey to the Immortal Mansion was very rewarding for Mo Lin; not only did he fully recover his Immortal Qi, but he also unexpectedly learned some things.

....

Outside the cave.

Zhu Ci gazed intently outside, his expression tense.

He paced anxiously on the ground, occasionally glancing toward the unconscious Mo Lin.

At the foot of the mountain, there came the sound of footsteps and lights.

It seemed someone was ascending the mountain.

Not sure who came, Zhu Ci's heart was particularly nervous.

If the Gen Family had found them, it would be troublesome.

If it were just ordinary Daoist Cultivators from the Gen Family, that would be bearable, barely able to resist.

But if the Gen Family's Immortal Cultivators arrived, it would be a problem.

Zhu Ci couldn't withstand Immortal Cultivators.

Zhu Ci also dared not touch Mo Lin indiscriminately, fearing it would cause Mo Lin discomfort.

The footsteps at the foot of the mountain gradually closed in.

Then he saw the figures of a group of people.

About a dozen people, clad in black outer robes, holding flashlights, they were searching the mountain.

"Someone's here," a man shouted.

Immediately after, the dozen people quickly gathered together.

True, what you fear indeed comes to pass.

Zhu Ci dreaded the Gen Family would come, and unexpectedly, he really encountered them.

In front, there were thirteen people, all cultivators.

There were no Immortal Cultivators.

After all, Immortal Cultivators aren't as common as cabbages, found everywhere.

"Kill him," a bald man ordered.

They were merely charged to search the mountain, preventing anyone from hiding there.

No one expected to actually find a surviving fish that escaped the net.

The other twelve rushed towards Zhu Ci together.

Zhu Ci was in a difficult position.

He was not afraid of these people, but he dared not use his Daoist Skill.

If Zhu Ci overused his Daoist Skill, it would attract the attention of the Yellow Springs Lady.

He had barely escaped the pursuit of the Yellow Springs Female Ghost. If he used his Daoist Skill, he would be detected by her, and then he would once again fall into endless pursuit.

But Mo Lin was still asleep, which left Zhu Ci at a loss.

Zhu Ci tore a jade pendant from his chest and shouted loudly, "Please ancestors protect me."

The jade pendant emitted a faint silvery white glow, which suddenly increased sharply.

An image of a general donning battle armor and wielding a Cyan Dragon Crescent Blade appeared.

It was Marshal Guan, one of the Four Marshals.

The presence of Marshal Guan materialized, brandishing the Cyan Dragon Crescent Blade, and directly forced the people in front back.

The bald man hesitated, seeing Zhu Ci had invoked a deity, and he did not dare to rush forward recklessly.

Thus, they stood there, confronting each other.

The group of people didn't leave but stood blocking the way.

Zhu Ci didn't make a move, keeping a standoff.

Waiting... he was waiting for Mo Lin to wake up.

The best current tactic was to buy time.

As for killing the crowd in front, Zhu Ci couldn't manage it.

He didn't dare to overuse his Daoist Skill.

Currently, Zhu Ci felt particularly stifled.

If it weren't for the fear of the Yellow Springs Female Ghost's pursuit, he wouldn't dare to use his Daoist Skill.

Nor would he be unable to handle a group of ordinary Daoist Cultivators.

The bald man quickly noticed something was off, realizing that Zhu Ci seemed hesitant to take action.

"Everyone move together, break this god," the bald man commanded.

So, everyone began taking action.

Each exhibited various skills.

Some used six-color Wish Power, while others deployed two types of Daoist Skill simultaneously.

All the forces converged, slamming hard onto Marshal Guan.

Marshal Guan swung the Cyan Dragon Crescent Blade, slicing forward.

"Boom..."

The explosion sound was deafening.

Cracks appeared on the jade pendant in Zhu Ci's hand, about to shatter.

He knew clearly that if he didn't take action soon, he might die here today.

Zhu Ci unwillingly glanced at the still unconscious Mo Lin.

"Forget it, go for broke."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Ci prepared to use his Daoist Skill.

Just at the moment Zhu Ci was about to take action, something unexpected happened.

A hand rested on Zhu Ci's shoulder.

"That's enough, no need for you to act," came a voice.

This voice was extremely familiar to Zhu Ci — it was Mo Lin's voice.

"Finally, you woke up," Zhu Ci breathed a heavy sigh of relief upon seeing Mo Lin awake.

Looking expressionlessly at the thirteen people in front of him, Mo Lin appeared.

When Mo Lin awoke, he held a scroll in his hand.

Mo Lin carefully put away the scroll, then looked at the people charging at him.

They were all Daoist Cultivators, and dealing with them didn't even require Immortal Techniques.

Mo Lin dealing with the crowd ahead was purely a dimensional suppression.

Mo Lin raised his hand and directly summoned thirteen-colored Wish Power.

Mo Lin's move was the limit of the Red Dust Immortal.

Seeing the thirteen-colored Wish Power, the bald man's face instantly turned pale.

Mo Lin had only lightly intervened, but it was already the extreme of the Red Dust Immortal.

How could these people possibly compare to Mo Lin?

This was once the power of the first generation Destined Person.

Thirteen-colored Wish Power erupted, floating in mid-air like satin, entrapping the crowd in front.

"Run..." the bald man ordered.

The crowd scrambled in various directions, attempting to escape from Mo Lin's grasp.

Mo Lin raised his hand, the thirteen-colored Wish Power condensed, then hurled towards the crowd ahead.

In the blink of an eye.

All thirteen of the people in front of him were dead.

The gap in power was too wide.

The strongest among them was the bald man, a Seven-Colored Red Dust Immortal.

These people had no capacity to resist against Mo Lin, being wiped out in an instant.

They could only consider themselves unlucky, to have come across the most powerful Mo Lin here.

Had they not encountered Mo Lin, they might still have had a chance to flee.

But, alas, they encountered Mo Lin.

They could only acknowledge their misfortune.

"Why did you kill them all? Couldn't you leave one alive to ask about the Gen Family?" Zhu Ci exclaimed excitedly upon seeing that Mo Lin had killed everyone.