Catching Ghosts as Head of Yin Department

Chapter 810: Chapter 808: Utterly Without Dignity

Jian Xingchen’s mind sparkled with a fleeting idea, and a wicked smile formed at the corners of his lips, as if he’d recalled something amusing.

"Mo Lin, I’ll be frank with you, there’s a trace of the True Monarch of Pure Origin and Profound Dao’s divinity in the Cloud Sea."

Jian Xingchen spoke slowly to Mo Lin: "I can help you find this trace of divinity."

"Then what?" Mo Lin crossed his arms over his chest and asked Jian Xingchen coldly.

"Lend me a trace of your divinity, and I can help you draw out another trace of divinity."

Jian Xingchen spoke slowly: "The same kind of divinity can attract each other."

"Alright." Mo Lin agreed.

Jian Xingchen’s pupils suddenly contracted; he never expected Mo Lin to agree so easily.

There wasn’t even a hint of hesitation.

Mo Lin slowly raised his hand, a golden light appeared in the palm of Mo Lin’s hand.

This was the trace of the True Monarch of Pure Origin and Profound Dao’s divinity refined by Mo Lin.

Guo Qi observed Mo Lin voluntarily take out a trace of the True Monarch of Pure Origin and Profound Dao’s divinity, his expression unchanged.

If someone else did such a thing, he would certainly say that the person was foolish and brainless.

But with Mo Lin, he remained calm, as if it was only natural.

Every little thought was weak in the face of absolute strength.

Mo Lin raised his hand, placing the trace of the True Monarch of Pure Origin and Profound Dao’s divinity in Jian Xingchen’s hand.

Mo Lin had his own reasons for doing this; he wanted Jian Xingchen to help find another trace of the True Monarch of Pure Origin and Profound Dao’s divinity.

As for Jian Xingchen attempting to seize this trace of divinity, Mo Lin was not afraid in the slightest.

To Mo Lin, it was merely an extra kill.

"Thud! Thud!"

Jian Xingchen’s heart pounded fiercely, and he could even hear his own heartbeat.

Jian Xingchen gave Guo Qi a meaningful look.

Guo Qi mimicked Mo Lin’s stance, arms crossed and completely ignoring Jian Xingchen’s gestures.

Seeing Guo Qi disregard him, Jian Xingchen let out a light snort.

Then Jian Xingchen held the trace of the True Monarch’s divinity, chanting some incantation.

"This way."

Jian Xingchen pointed eastward with his right hand, speaking to Mo Lin.

So Mo Lin followed closely behind Jian Xingchen, then turned right, continuing straight down the path.

They encountered many people along the way.

These people seemed to be searching for something.

Then they all noticed the golden light in Jian Xingchen’s hand, instinctively following behind Jian Xingchen.

Jian Xingchen had no concealment, confidently exposing the golden light in his hand.

The surrounding people saw this golden light and immediately recognized it as a trace of the True Monarch’s divinity.

Anyone accompanying Jian Xingchen would surely find a trace of divinity in the Cloud Sea.

Initially, only a few people followed, but as time went on the number grew, eventually reaching dozens behind Jian Xingchen.

About several dozen minutes passed, the number increased further, reaching hundreds.

Jian Xingchen seemed to spot someone, quickening his pace, and approached the man in the distance.

"Xing Feng, senior." Jian Xingchen called out to a middle-aged man.

This middle-aged man had sharply defined features and wore the Yin Yang Daoist Robe.

"What’s up?" Xing Feng asked Jian Xingchen.

Jian Xingchen showed him the trace of the True Monarch’s divinity with his right hand, speaking slowly to Xing Feng.

"Senior, I can help you find another trace of the True Monarch’s divinity in the Cloud Sea."

"What do you need me to do?" Xing Feng was astute.

He knew Jian Xingchen must need him for something.

There’s no such thing as a free lunch.

Jian Xingchen pointed at Mo Lin, speaking hurriedly to Xing Feng.

"Kill him."

"I won’t hide this from you, this trace of divinity belongs to Mo Lin.

You kill Mo Lin, the trace of the True Monarch’s divinity in the Cloud Sea will be yours."

Jian Xingchen was clever; he knew he couldn’t take both traces of divinity for himself.

Thus he proposed to find another trace of the True Monarch’s divinity and share it with Xing Feng.

Xing Feng was well-regarded in the South District and hailed as the Yin Yang Mage.

He was a two-color pure immortal cultivator, and also possessed an Upper Nine Streams immortal technique.

Xing Feng glanced at Mo Lin, then looked at Guo Qi, finally sweeping his gaze over the Six-Eared Mingyue nearby.

"What do you think?" Jian Xingchen asked Xing Feng.

Xing Feng completely ignored Jian Xingchen, gradually moving forward to Mo Lin.

His originally serious face slowly revealed a smile.

"Hello, senior." Xing Feng bowed to greet Mo Lin.

The atmosphere was dead silent.

Jian Xingchen’s face turned instantly dark; at this moment, even his heart was shocked to the point of stopping.

"Who are you?" Mo Lin hadn’t seen Xing Feng before.

"You visited Flower Fruit Mountain a few days ago, I was there at the time," Xing Feng hurriedly replied to Mo Lin.

When Mo Lin suppressed the Six-Eared Race at Flower Fruit Mountain, Xing Feng was present.

"Oh." Mo Lin slowly nodded.

"Xing Feng, senior, what are you doing?

Don’t you want to share the True Monarch’s divinity with me?" Jian Xingchen asked puzzledly.

Xing Feng immediately gave no friendly face to Jian Xingchen.

"Are you out of your mind?

Are you wishing for my early death?"

Xing Feng wasn’t stupid; he immediately sensed that the trace of the True Monarch’s divinity in Jian Xingchen’s hand belonged to Mo Lin.

Robbing Mo Lin was akin to holding a knife to one’s throat in suicide.

If there’s a difference, it’s whether you do it yourself or have someone else do it.

"Your brain is waterlogged."

Xing Feng mocked Jian Xingchen: "This is Lord Mo Lin.

A few days ago, alone, he suppressed the entire Six-Eared Race.

Even the Six-Eared Race’s Dharma Aspect array could do nothing against him.

How much are you worth?

What are you? Daring to covet Lord Mo Lin’s belongings?"

"What?" Jian Xingchen exclaimed, "He’s the one who suppressed the Six-Eared Race a few days ago?"

A few days ago, one person, alone, suppressed the entire Six-Eared Race.

Even the bloodline magic of the Six-Eared Race couldn’t deal with him.

This matter was widely circulated.

Most people were aware of it.

Jian Xingchen had heard about it too, but he didn’t realize the other party was Mo Lin.

No wonder Mo Lin so readily handed over the trace of the True Monarch’s divinity.

Mo Lin wasn’t foolish.

Mo Lin simply didn’t consider him worth the trouble.

He was just like a clown jumping around.

Jian Xingchen raised his right hand, pseudo immortal qi erupted at that moment.

At that moment, he did not attack Mo Lin, he chose to run.

Pseudo Immortal Qi was the lowest-tiered immortal qi, an entry-level qi.

Just as Jian Xingchen unleashed his pseudo immortal qi, Mo Lin raised his hand, and black nether qi appeared.

"Bang!"

Nether qi condensed in the air into a huge palm, crashing down towards Jian Xingchen.

Jian Xingchen was immediately pressed hard into the ground by the palm strike.

The ground formed a deep crater centered around Jian Xingchen.

The power of Jian Xingchen’s pseudo immortal qi couldn’t withstand even a single round with Mo Lin.

One must know, Mo Lin had other means he hadn’t used.

Mo Lin waved his hand, nether qi condensed into a palm, seizing Jian Xingchen, and lifted him.

"Spare me, senior, I’ve erred, I understand now." Jian Xingchen pleaded to Mo Lin.

"You tricked me before.

Now you want to snatch my trace of the True Monarch’s divinity.

You have the audacity to beg for mercy?" Mo Lin sneered coldly.

This Jian Xingchen was truly shameless.

Upon seeing he couldn’t defeat Mo Lin, he immediately changed his face to plead for mercy, with no dignity.

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