Catching Ghosts as Head of Yin Department

Chapter 817: Chapter 815: Refining over 100,000 Ghosts

Hou Tian Fengjian died at Mo Lin’s hands.

It wasn’t that the Postnatal Race’s Copy Technique was weak; it was that Mo Lin was too strong.

Although the Postnatal Race’s Copy Technique could copy power, it could not copy Mo Lin’s Ghost Spirit Body.

It couldn’t even copy Mo Lin’s ghost veins.

You could only say that the Copy Technique also had its limits—it wasn’t invincible.

Special kinds of power simply could not be copied.

....

South District, Ye City.

The seventh floor of the Ghost-Suppressing Tower.

Several black figures stood here.

Hundreds of thousands of Ghosts were flying back and forth inside the Ghost-Suppressing Tower.

"Stubborn to the end... just a mere group of Ghosts, and they actually dare to dream of breaking the Ghost-Suppressing Tower’s restraints."

As his voice fell, the man raised his right hand; Nether Qi gathered into a giant palm, then fell.

A miserable shriek echoed in the air.

Hundreds of Ghosts were struck and their souls scattered.

"You can’t subdue this group of Ghosts—why don’t you just refine them directly?" a woman said coldly to Qian the Third.

The woman wore pitch-black clothes, her features delicate, her gaze as sharp as a treasured sword.

"Refine?"

Hearing this word, Qian the Third was a bit surprised.

Refining hundreds of thousands of Ghosts—this was an enormous method.

"Since you can’t subdue them, then refine this group of Ghosts." The woman repeated.

Qian the Third gave the woman a thumbs up.

"You’re ruthless."

He, a man, wasn’t as vicious in thought as the woman in front of him.

"These are all Mo Lin’s Ghosts; refining his hundreds of thousands of Ghosts—

if Mo Lin finds out about this, I wonder if he’ll be so enraged he dies on the spot," Qian the Third sighed.

"What? You’re afraid of offending Mo Lin?" the black-clothed woman questioned in an icy tone.

"I caught his Ghosts; of course I’m not afraid of him. I just think this method is too cruel."

Then Qian the Third looked at the black-clothed woman in puzzlement.

"Zhen Lingling, I heard you used to be Mo Lin’s friend—how can you act this ruthless?"

The black-clothed woman before him was precisely Zhen Lingling.

The True Martial Emperor’s original body.

Back when she was being possessed, it was Mo Lin who made a move to save her.

These hundreds of thousands of Ghosts had also been sent here by Zhen Lingling.

"Friend? I was before, but not anymore.

He and I are not on the same path." Zhen Lingling spoke in an icy tone.

There was not the slightest emotional fluctuation in her words.

"Hundreds of thousands of Ghosts—how do we refine them?" Qian the Third took a deep breath, troubled.

If it were just a few thousand Ghosts, he still had methods to refine them, but these hundreds of thousands of Ghosts—refining them would be too difficult.

This required a tremendously large Array.

A single Array alone was enough to give him a headache.

His Ghost-Suppressing Tower could suppress Ghosts, but it couldn’t refine them all.

"I’ll help you."

Zhen Lingling pointed at the few people beside her and slowly said to Qian the Third.

"These people are all at the same realm as I am."

"I’ll set up the True Martial Ghost-Refining Array to help you refine this group of Ghosts."

Zhen Lingling said slowly.

"Alright." Qian the Third nodded and agreed on the spot.

As long as he refined these Ghosts and obtained their power, he would be able to cultivate his Lifebound Ghost Technique.

Of course, he would allocate a portion of the power to Zhen Lingling.

Thus Zhen Lingling began to arrange the True Martial Ghost-Refining Array.

Inside the Ghost-Suppressing Tower.

Chen Xi stood at the head as everyone gathered together.

"Chu Xing got out; why didn’t he bring news of us out?"

"Could Lord Mo Lin have encountered some kind of trouble?"

Chen Xi let out a cold snort.

The Ghost-Suppressing Tower possessed the power to suppress Ghosts.

As a result, Chen Xi couldn’t fully unleash his strength.

Just as the Ghosts were in heated discussion, a terrifying pressure descended.

The True Martial Ghost-Refining Array began operating on the ground.

Like a millstone, it made creaking, grinding sounds.

In an instant, it refined thousands of Ghosts.

...

Cloud Sea of Dark Clouds.

After Mo Lin slew Hou Tian Fengjian, he successfully obtained a wisp of the True Monarch of Pure Origin and Profound Dao’s Divinity.

Now Mo Lin possessed two wisps of the True Monarch of Pure Origin and Profound Dao’s Divinity.

"Mo Lin, why are you looking for Qian the Third?" Six-Eared Mingyue asked Mo Lin in puzzlement.

"He captured my Ghosts," Mo Lin answered slowly.

It was back at the Han Family that Mo Lin learned the Ghost-Suppressing Tower was holding his Ghosts.

Back then, after Mo Lin rescued Chu Xing, Chu Xing fell into a coma.

So Mo Lin couldn’t get any useful information out of him at all.

"Ghosts?"

"Back in the East District, didn’t you arrange for Zhen Lingling to take your Ghosts away?"

Six-Eared Mingyue looked at Mo Lin in confusion.

After Mo Lin disappeared back then, Zhen Lingling appeared; she claimed to be Mo Lin’s good friend.

She said she had been entrusted by Mo Lin to take his Ghosts away from the East District.

Zhen Lingling herself was very capable; she persuaded the Twenty-four Solar Terms Envoy and took away the hundreds of thousands of Ghosts from Beihai.

Even Chen Xi had taken the initiative to follow and leave.

Mo Lin shook his head. "I never arranged anything."

Mo Lin’s head suddenly jolted—was this matter related to Zhen Lingling?

"Boom!"

Mo Lin’s heart suddenly lurched.

The Netherworld Lord Seal shattered.

The Netherworld Lord Seals he had planted on the Ghosts shattered.

In under tens of seconds, at least several thousand Netherworld Lord Seals broke.

The Netherworld Lord Seals shattering meant his Ghosts were dead.

Mo Lin’s hands and feet went cold.

The sensation of the Netherworld Lord Seals breaking came one after another; even Mo Lin’s heart trembled along with it.

In just a few breaths, thousands of Netherworld Lord Seals shattered.

"Qian the Third... where is Qian the Third?" Mo Lin urgently needed to find him.

....

The Ghost-Suppressing Tower.

The Ghosts gathered together, trying to resist the True Martial Ghost-Refining Array.

Unfortunately, the Array’s power was formidable.

Even hundreds of thousands of Ghosts gathered together could only barely withstand the Array’s pressure.

"Lord Chen Xi, we’ll join forces to send you out."

If they all tried to rush out, it was clearly impossible.

They could only pool their strength to let a few Ghosts get out.

At present, Chen Xi was the strongest Ghost here and the Ghost with the best chance of breaking out.

One Ghost ignited himself in an instant, charging toward the direction of the Ghost-Suppressing Tower’s entrance.

With the first Ghost beginning to sacrifice himself—

soon after, the other Ghosts successively began to sacrifice themselves as well.

The Ghosts collided against the direction of the Ghost-Suppressing Tower’s entrance, and the entire tower trembled.

Qian the Third urged on his Nether Qi, guarding the Ghost-Suppressing Tower to prevent any Ghost from escaping.

At this moment, the Ghost-Suppressing Tower was wrapped in a layer of Nether Qi.

Chen Xi raised his right hand, driving the Immortal Skill Ghost, and charged toward the outside of the tower.

"Zhen Lingling... you’re a real bastard."

Chen Xi cursed angrily at Zhen Lingling.

If they hadn’t foolishly trusted Zhen Lingling back then,

they wouldn’t have been locked in the Ghost-Suppressing Tower.

Nor would they have ended up with this fate of being refined today.

Zhen Lingling’s face was expressionless as she said coldly,

"It’s your own stupidity."

Zhen Lingling sneered, "Ghosts are just Ghosts—brainless bastards."

As her voice fell, Zhen Lingling urged her power.

"Boom!"

The True Martial Ghost-Refining Array sped up its operation.

"Bang bang bang!"

The Ghosts sounded like exploding balloons.

Rather than calling it refining, it was better to say the Ghosts were all sacrificing themselves, hoping to gamble for a way out.

After all, there were many Ghosts.

One Ghost’s self-sacrifice wasn’t strong enough, but dozens, hundreds of Ghosts sacrificing themselves—

their powers stacked together, and the impact was something else entirely.

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