Catching Ghosts as Head of Yin Department-Chapter 465 - 463: One Command Subdues All Ghosts

Chen Chenzi was well aware that Mo Lin was not someone to offend, a person at least as formidable as his teacher.

Chen Chenzi led the group away.

...

Beihai.

Zhu Ci followed behind Mo Lin, walking along the path into Beihai.

A black gauze-like barrier enveloped the entire Beihai.

This black gauze-like substance was created by the condensation of Ghost Qi, mainly to prevent the leakage of Beihai’s Ghost Qi.

Mo Lin pushed through the gauze and entered Beihai.

"Ah... Lord Yuyu... has arrived... Immortal Cultivator..."

A sharp scream echoed.

Mo Lin looked down to see a small ghost resembling a round coal ball on the ground, waving its slender, hair-like arms and shouting loudly.

As it shouted, it was fleeing inside.

"The ghosts are coming... they’ve entered." This ghost was very small.

But its voice was exceptionally loud.

Mo Lin found its voice piercing.

As the little ghost’s voice fell, ghost shadows appeared all around.

Horror Level... Danger Level... Dangerous Level...

All were some low-level ghosts.

The kind that Mo Lin could crush with one hand.

This group, knowing Mo Lin was an Immortal Cultivator, clearly understood Mo Lin could crush them with one hand.

But they still charged forward recklessly.

In the face of absolute power, sheer numbers do not hold an advantage.

Yet, this group of low-level ghosts rushed in front of Mo Lin, blocking his path.

There was a sense of them wanting to fight to the death with Mo Lin.

The ghosts surrounded Mo Lin.

"Lord Yuyu, an Immortal Cultivator has entered, what should we do?" The coal ball-like ghost pointed at Mo Lin and asked a beautiful female ghost in front.

The female ghost’s black hair fell over her shoulders.

"Kill..." The female ghost said coldly.

"That person is an Immortal Cultivator... Immortal Cultivator..." The coal ball-like ghost, its two legs as slender as hair, jumped on the ground.

"Even if it’s an Immortal Cultivator, coming to Beihai, I’ll make sure he doesn’t return." The woman said coldly again.

Outside, she had no means.

But here in Beihai, anyone who came needed to weigh their strength.

"Kill me?" Mo Lin asked Bing Yu in confusion.

"Uh... Lord Mo Lin?"

Bing Yu’s face lit up with joy and she quickly approached Mo Lin.

"Lord Mo Lin, I’ve not seen you for over a year."

Bing Yu knelt in front of Mo Lin.

Like meeting the closest person.

"I’m sorry, I couldn’t go to Hongzhou to save you, I’m truly sorry." Bing Yu knelt in front of Mo Lin, apologizing.

She intended to go to Hongzhou to rescue Mo Lin, but someone was besieging Beihai, preventing her from leaving.

Of course, even if Bing Yu had gone to Hongzhou, she wouldn’t have been much help.

"It’s alright, I’ve settled most of the matters in Hongzhou." Mo Lin had killed Gen Shuanglong, and now he just needed to deal with the Gen Family gradually.

The strongest in the Gen Family was dead, and dealing with them became easier.

In an instant.

All the ghosts present fell to the ground, performing the same action, kneeling before Mo Lin.

Their heads were tightly pressed against the ground.

"Greetings, Lord Mo Lin."

For ghosts, kneeling was the highest form of courtesy.

Looking around, all the ghosts were kneeling on the ground.

This sense of awe could only be felt by the present Zhu Ci.

These ghosts genuinely respected Mo Lin.

Zhu Ci glanced at Mo Lin secretly.

Mo Lin was expressionless, seemingly very composed?

Facing the kneeling ghosts, he showed no signs of surprise, as if accustomed.

"Disperse." Mo Lin waved his hand.

As Mo Lin’s hand fell, the ghosts left.

In Zhu Ci’s mind arose a phrase, commanding countless ghosts.

Mo Lin brought out the Judge’s Pen and released the ghosts inside.

Let these ghosts nourish themselves in Beihai.

Now, Beihai has Ghost Qi, allowing the ghosts to replenish.

"Where is Gen Minmin’s brother? I want to see him." Mo Lin stated his purpose to Bing Yu.

Mo Lin came to Beihai to meet Gen Minmin’s brother.

Bing Yu arranged for Mo Lin to wait in a deserted place.

About ten minutes passed.

Led by a group of ghosts, about a few hundred people arrived.

Leading was a young man.

The man bore a resemblance to Gen Minmin.

He wasn’t very tall, around 1.7 meters, with short hair, dressed in gray-black clothes.

"Thud."

Upon seeing Mo Lin, the man directly knelt down before him.

"Lord Mo Lin, my name is Gen Jiaye, I beg you to let me serve you."

Smart people seize opportunities, Gen Jiaye did not want to miss it.

"Your sister is dead." Mo Lin pointed at a red coffin beside him and said slowly to Gen Jiaye: "It’s her body, I’ll leave it to you."

Gen Jiaye’s eyes instantly reddened.

Seeing the coffin, he suddenly remembered, the moment when he patted his chest promising to protect his sister. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

He regrets not having been more capable.

Everyone behind Gen Jiaye was full of sorrow.

None of them imagined that the ordinary Gen Minmin accomplished what these cultivators couldn’t.

Gen Minmin unexpectedly became their protector.

"Lord Mo Lin, my sister’s death isn’t related to you, you need not feel guilty.

My sister was driven to her death by those scoundrels in the Gen Family."

Gen Jiaye was clear-minded, his sister’s death wasn’t Mo Lin’s fault.

On the contrary, Mo Lin protected them.

Though the protection came through his sister’s sacrifice.

If it wasn’t for the direct lineage being assassinated by the branch lineage, his sister wouldn’t have had to sacrifice herself to save the direct lineage.

Gen Jiaye crawled to Mo Lin, held onto his leg, looking up.

He desperately wanted to seize this chance.

"Lord Mo Lin, please give me a chance to serve you, I beg you."

If Mo Lin agreed, he’d have the strength to reclaim the Gen Family.

He’d have the ability to retaliate against the Gen Family’s branch lineage.

"I know you’ve already made enemies with the Gen Family.

The Gen Family’s sealing grounds hold many ancestors, who are powerful."

Gen Jiaye continued slowly: "If you are willing to help me, I guarantee those ancestors won’t touch you."

The sealed ancestors in the Gen Family still held some prowess.

Like the Scholar Ghost with the Sealing Rune Technique.

"If you assist me, your conflict with the Gen Family turns into an internal family feud.

The sealed ancestors tacitly allow internal conflicts.

If I inherit the Gen Family, I’ll be a great force for you.

I assure you, wherever you point, that’s my direction."

With these words, Gen Jiaye turned to his clan behind him.

"Clatter..."

More than a hundred clansmen knelt at present.

Expressing their intention.

Each harbored thoughts of revenge.

If they acquired Mo Lin’s help, they could avenge the Gen Family.

Who doesn’t want revenge?

More crucially, Mo Lin happened to have a grudge with the Gen Family.

A golden opportunity.

This was the only chance for their direct lineage to take revenge and rise again.

"We implore Lord Mo Lin, for an opportunity, this debt, the Gen Family’s direct lineage, will never forget in this lifetime."

Every person spoke in unison.

Beside him, Zhu Ci shivered with goosebumps.