CHAPTER 126: CHAPTER 124: HATRED TO THE DEATH

"Why can’t we claim to be from the Fire Talisman Celestial Master Mansion when we are indeed from there?" a man questioned Mo Lin, visibly dissatisfied.

He was indignant.

Mo Lin sneered, "If it weren’t for your Fire Talisman Celestial Master Mansion, how could hundreds of thousands die in Beihai?"

"Do you think you are worthy of the Celestial Master title?"

"What does the death in Beihai have to do with us?"

The man retorted, still unhappy, "Isn’t it all Li Hao’s doing?

These crimes should be borne by the Copper Coins Celestial Master Mansion."

"Why did only you manage to escape while others couldn’t?" Mo Lin continued to press.

"Our master foresaw the disaster in Beihai and took us away beforehand," the man replied again.

"Is that so?"

Mo Lin slowly turned to Kunxuan and asked, "Kunxuan, is this true?"

"Are you really that prophetic?"

Kunxuan lowered his head, not saying a word.

The man who had been shouting earlier suddenly went silent.

Kunxuan’s demeanor was clearly wrong.

Even without Mo Lin’s words, these people could guess something.

Or perhaps Kunxuan had indeed done something.

"Hand over the Fire Talisman, you don’t deserve to own it," Mo Lin demanded once more.

Kunxuan took a deep breath and, under everyone’s shocked gaze, pulled out the Fire Talisman.

"I am indeed unworthy of the Fire Talisman."

As he spoke, he handed the Fire Talisman to Mo Lin.

Mo Lin accepted the Fire Talisman and said again, "Never call yourself a Celestial Master again; you are unworthy of this name."

Everyone watched Mo Lin’s figure as it gradually faded into the distance.

Kunxuan slowly broke the silence.

"Let’s disband. There will be no more Fire Talisman Celestial Master Mansion. Every man for himself."

"Master..."

"Master..."

Several people called out to Kunxuan.

"Mo Lin is right, the deaths in Beihai implicate me!"

"My indifference doomed those people." Kunxuan said again, seated in his chair.

The disciples didn’t dare to respond.Comfort Kunxuan?

How to comfort? Silence was best at this moment.

...

Three hours after Mo Lin left Beihai.

Li Yuemei’s figure appeared, accompanied by a woman dressed in black and white.

The woman had her hair down, with almond-shaped eyes and an exquisitely beautiful face, and pinkish-red lips.

She exuded an aura that warned people to stay away.

"Is my brother here?" the woman asked Li Yuemei.

"Yes, he’s here," Li Yuemei nodded in response.

Seeing Beihai, the woman roared in anger.

"How could this happen?"

"How could Beihai turn into this?"

"Doesn’t anyone above care? Does no one know about such a major event?"

At a glance, she realized that Beihai had turned into hell on earth.

Beihai had now become a sacrificial formation.

Upon seeing the barrier, she bit her lips and pronounced each word forcefully, "Three Corpses... Wan Jia Peak... you’re really too much."

Her figure vanished from the ground, arriving several kilometers away in the next instant.

"Boom!"

The sound of an explosion echoed.

A deep pit appeared on the ground.

The woman’s beautiful eyes stared intensely at Wan Jia Peak ahead.

Wan Jia Peak, seeing the woman, dared not underestimate her.

This person was none other than the leader of the Thirty-Two Celestial Spirits, the Vermilion Bird!

"Weren’t you on a mission in the east? How come you have time to come to Beihai?"

Seeing the Vermilion Bird, Wan Jia Peak was particularly shocked.

This was unexpected.

Without a word, the Vermilion Bird charged at Wan Jia Peak, her palm pounding down forcefully on him.

Wan Jia Peak dodged the Vermilion Bird’s attack.

By sheer strength alone, he was no match for her.

In the next instant, the Vermilion Bird swung her fist at Wan Jia Peak again.

How peculiar, why only physical attacks?

The Vermilion Bird’s mastery lay in the Seven Stars Life Extension Technique; why hadn’t she used it?

He quickly saw through it.

The attacker was merely a paper man.

Not a physical entity.

That explained it; recently, the Vermilion Bird was occupied with missions and couldn’t spare time.

"Vermilion Bird, you can’t kill me with just a paper man," Wan Jia Peak said slowly.

If the Vermilion Bird herself came, he would most likely die.

But with just a paper man, there was nothing to fear.

"Where is my brother?" the woman asked Wan Jia Peak.

"Your brother? Who?" Wan Jia Peak didn’t know who the Vermilion Bird’s brother was.

Just after speaking, Wan Jia Peak guessed who the brother was.

"Your brother isn’t dead; he ran away."

"He better be fine if I find he’s hurt even a hair’s breadth, I’ll stop at nothing to erase your Three Corpses," the woman said icily.

Wan Jia Peak shrugged helplessly, "Please don’t, we don’t wish to be enemies with you."

This woman before him had survived Jiangzhou in the past.

Her power was unfathomable.

It could rival that of a Human Immortal.

At least for now, she shouldn’t be provoked.

Among the Three Corpses, only one can barely fight against the Vermilion Bird, and that’s only barely.

The woman slowly departed.

Watching the Vermilion Bird leave, Wan Jia Peak cursed.

"So damn troublesome... this trip to Beihai yielded no benefits and brought a heap of trouble."

Wan Jia Peak recalled Mo Lin’s unsettling appearance, unable to help but shiver.

Compared to the Vermilion Bird.

His younger brother is more troublesome, at least very inscrutable.

The original plan was for the Three Corpses to join forces with the Copper Coin Celestial Master Mansion.

The Copper Coin Celestial Master Mansion would help the Three Corpses obtain the Netherworld’s Nether Fire, while the Three Corpses would use Wan Jia Peak’s magical treasure to seal Beihai.

That was the plan.

But the result is very bad now.

They didn’t get the Netherworld’s Nether Fire, and Hou Caijun of the Three Corpses died in Beihai.

The key issue is that Li Hao from the Copper Coin Celestial Master Mansion also died.

The entire Copper Coin Celestial Master Mansion was buried with him.

This operation.

Aside from those ghosts from the Underworld benefiting,

no one else gained anything.

Especially Li Hao, who plotted for years just to team up with the Ghost Realm.

In the end, he was killed swiftly by Mo Lin.

It seems the Three Corpses have also gotten into trouble.

Yun Chuan.

At Lin Xi’s funeral, Mo Lin quietly burned paper for her.

He’d wondered more than once, if he had acted faster back then, could he have saved her?

"Mo Lin, don’t be sad, Lin Xi’s death has nothing to do with you," Li Bingyan stood in front of Mo Lin and comforted him.

"Alas..."

Mo Lin sighed again.

His heart ached indescribably.

He felt like a deflated balloon.

Completely powerless.

Lost all motivation.

Mo Lin had been staying at Feng Mingyu’s house these days, doing nothing but eating and sleeping, utterly dejected.

He had no interest in anything at all.

"Mo... it’s dinner." Feng Mingyu knocked on the door to bring food to Mo Lin.

Mo Lin took the food and then closed the door.

After eating, Mo Lin would bring the dishes out.

This state had persisted for about ten days.

After returning from Beihai, Mo Lin had given the Fire Talisman to Feng Mingyu, and the Thunder Talisman to Yun Lin.

Since attending Lin Xi’s funeral, he had become like this.

Feng Mingyu didn’t know what to do.

"Has he not come out yet?" Li Bingyan asked Feng Mingyu at Feng Mingyu’s house.

Feng Mingyu shook her head, "No..."

"What did you experience in Beihai? Why is he like this?" Li Bingyan asked, puzzled.

"So many people died... "

"A whole lot of people."

"Everyone died... Only Yun Lin and I were saved by Mo Lin." Feng Mingyu shivered at the memory of that day.

"The whole city of Beihai died."

Li Bingyan was not there to witness that terrifying day.

A living hell.

Li Bingyan sighed softly, holding the documents as she came to the room.

"I’ve already found out for you."

Li Bingyan began to speak, looking at the documents.

"In this Beihai incident, the Three Corpses were accomplices, and the tool used to seal Beihai was the Heaven-Suppressing Bell, a magical treasure of Wan Jia Peak.

Li Hao was also an accomplice, but not the mastermind."

"Bang!"

The room door suddenly opened, and Mo Lin stuck his face out, questioning Li Bingyan: "Who is the mastermind?"

"The mastermind should be someone higher up, called Yan Shiqi."

"Beihai is under Yan Shiqi’s control, he should have known everything that happened in Beihai, he consented to this, leading to the deaths of tens of thousands in Beihai, indirectly causing Lin Xi’s death."

"He must be planning something, I’m not sure of the details."

This was all the information Li Bingyan could uncover.

"There’s another piece of news, someone within the Ghost-Controlling Society has been constantly investigating your identity, seeming to take a keen interest in your movements," Li Bingyan mentioned offhandedly.

If it was just a regular occurrence, she wouldn’t have mentioned it.

Only because the person investigated Mo Lin’s information too frequently, did Li Bingyan become so alert.

"Tian Qiaoxing... whose person is he?" Mo Lin suddenly thought of this person.

He had appeared back when Mo Lin took down the Xin Family.

Soon after his appearance, Beihai was sealed and the sacrificial rituals began.

All of this seemed too coincidental.

"Yan Shiqi," Li Bingyan said slowly.

"Don’t look at me like that... I saw this in the information... I’m not with Yan Shiqi."

"What do you plan to do?"

"First, wipe out the Three Corpses, then take down Yan Shiqi." A glint of killing intent flickered in Mo Lin’s eyes.

These two great forces not only killed Lin Xi but also nearly killed Mo Lin.

This grudge, he must avenge.

A vendetta to the death.

Li Yuemei gasped.

Such words could only come from Mo Lin.

No one else would dare to say such a thing.

Whether it’s the Three Corpses or Yan Shiqi.

They are top-tier forces.

Ordinary people wouldn’t dare provoke them.

Suddenly Mo Lin furrowed his brow.

His eyes turned toward the window.

There was a powerful aura rapidly approaching.

"Crash..."

The window suddenly shattered.

Li Xue’s figure appeared directly in front.

His aura and body appeared ghostly, evidently heavily injured.

"My lord... your subordinate didn’t fail the mission, Zishang Qingrou’s traces have been found," Li Xue said respectfully to Mo Lin.

Mo Lin didn’t respond, his gaze remained fixed in the distance.

There was something quickly approaching, seemingly tracking Li Xue.