Catching Ghosts as Head of Yin Department-Chapter 522 - 520: Burial Immortal Branch Annihilated
Yinyue was well aware that Mo Lin would not let her off easily.
Today’s auction was a fiasco, with so many deaths, and the Burial Immortal Organization would not spare her either.
Yinyan gritted her teeth, as if making a resolute decision, took out a white powder, and scattered it over her head.
As the powder fell, her entire being was ignited.
The flames spread rapidly, and the moment they ignited, the fire engulfed Yinyan, burning her to death instantly.
Thus, the branch of the Burial Immortal Organization was finished.
Liu Yutong led over a hundred Immortal Cultivators and arrived at Fallen Street as promised.
Upon reaching Fallen Street, they saw many people leaving the area.
They also heard fighting sounds coming from the direction of the Burial Immortal Organization in the distance.
Liu Yutong hurried with her followers towards the auction’s location.
She had heard that the Burial Immortal Organization had sent a Magic Control Level Immortal Cultivator.
Liu Yutong was particularly cautious.
The Burial Immortal Organization’s Immortal Sealing Technique, combined with a Magic Control Level Immortal Cultivator, was daunting even for her.
All along, Liu Yutong was contemplating how to deal with the Burial Immortal Organization’s Magic Control Level Immortal Cultivator.
At the moment she reached the auction, she was dumbfounded.
The scene was exceptionally bloody.
Body parts were scattered everywhere, not a single complete body.
Everyone from the Burial Immortal Organization was dead.
The vast Burial Immortal Organization was utterly devoid of any living soul.
Even that Magic Control Level Immortal Cultivator had been bisected.
Liu Yutong looked at Mo Lin in amazement from afar.
At that moment, her gaze towards Mo Lin was filled with awe.
One person had annihilated an entire branch of the Burial Immortal Organization — utterly terrifying.
What Liu Yutong and over a hundred Immortal Cultivators might not achieve was accomplished by Mo Lin alone.
"Did you kill all these people?" Even though Liu Yutong had guessed that this group was slain by Mo Lin, she still asked reflexively.
"Yes," Mo Lin replied coldly.
Upon hearing Mo Lin’s words, the expressions of Liu Yutong and those behind her subtly changed.
"You’ve wiped out a branch of the Burial Immortal Organization; they will surely target you. Be careful," Liu Yutong kindly warned Mo Lin.
"If they provoke me, I don’t mind eliminating the entire Burial Immortal Organization," Mo Lin replied in an icy tone.
Liu Yutong’s mouth opened in surprise; although she didn’t know if Mo Lin could truly destroy the Burial Immortal Organization,
she admired Mo Lin’s prowess.
Mo Qingqing clasped Mo Lin’s arm, expressing her heartfelt gratitude, "Brother Mo, thank you."
She was genuinely thankful to Mo Lin.
If not for Mo Lin, her fate would have been dreadful.
In truth, Mo Qingqing had her abilities, as she had transformed into human form and possessed certain strength.
But unfortunately, she encountered the Burial Immortal Organization.
The Immortal Sealing Technique restrained Immortal Cultivators, rendering her unable to wield her power, leading to her capture by the organization’s members.
Everyone from the Burial Immortal Organization had perished.
All the captives, including Immortal Cultivators, were rescued by Mo Lin.
Mo Lin had dismantled the whole base of the Burial Immortal Organization.
He saved many apprehended Daoist Cultivators and Red Dust Immortals.
Gratitude towards Mo Lin was palpable among everyone.
This group followed Liu Yutong as they left Fallen Street.
Being with Liu Yutong and over a hundred Immortal Cultivators was the safest option.
Jiang Yun also returned to the Celestial Heart Bureau.
Mo Qingqing, severely injured and unable to move, was sent to the Celestial Heart Bureau by Mo Lin for recovery.
Feng Mingyu and Qian Youyou chose to accompany Mo Lin.
Mo Lin stayed temporarily at the Celestial Heart Bureau with Feng Mingyu and Qian Youyou.
Cui Ming was out on a mission, leaving Qiu Yunshang in charge of the Celestial Heart Bureau for the time being.
Qiu Yunshang managed minor affairs within the Celestial Heart Bureau and handled the transmission of information.
In the hall, Qiu Yunshang looked at various messages, complaining while leaning on the table, "Things never seem to settle down.
We’ve just resolved the Evil Spirit issue in Hongzhou, yet Deceitful People have emerged in Yu Chuan.
The world grows increasingly troubled.
I hope Senior Sister and the others return safely."
"Senior Sister Qiu, something’s happened, Senior Sister Hua Huan is injured, please come quickly," a man shouted as he entered the hall.
Thus, Qiu Yunshang left the hall promptly to assess the situation.
Mo Lin followed to observe as well.
The courtyard was littered with over a dozen corpses.
These were disciples of the Celestial Heart Bureau.
A white-clad woman, bloodstained, sat slumped on the ground, gasping for air.
The people with her had significant injuries to varying degrees.
Mo Lin recognized this woman, Hua Huan.
The one who previously brought Mo Lin to the Celestial Heart Bureau, leaving him quite nauseated.
Hua Huan was in a dire state, with a fist-sized hole in her chest, her face pale, clinging to life.
"Senior Sister, what happened to you?" Qiu Yunshang was distressed upon seeing Hua Huan’s serious injuries.
Though she didn’t like this senior sister, there was still sisterly affection.
Besides her temper, she was fair in her dealings.
"Don’t worry, I’ll get someone to treat you right away," Qiu Yunshang quickly said.
Hua Huan clasped Qiu Yunshang’s arm with her right hand, speaking weakly, "No need, I’m dying."
She knew well of her condition.
"Are the Deceitful People in Yu Chuan truly that formidable?" Qiu Yunshang’s brow furrowed deeply.
Hua Huan had gone to Yu Chuan to resolve the Deceitful People crisis, resulting in her current state.
Just as Hua Huan began to speak, she spat a mouthful of fresh blood.
"Yu Chuan is a quagmire; our Celestial Heart Bureau mustn’t get involved.
When the patriarch returns, tell her not to join the battle against Deceitful People in Hongzhou.
The muddy waters of Yu State are not for us to participate in," Hua Huan said finally, closing her eyes forever.
She had held on just to relay this message.
Seeing Hua Huan deceased, a trace of sorrow touched Qiu Yunshang’s eyes.
The demise of a fellow senior sister seemed a premonition of Qiu Yunshang’s own fate.
Silently, Qiu Yunshang covered Hua Huan’s body with a white cloth.
As for Yu Chuan’s matter, it could only wait for the patriarch’s return.
Qiu Yunshang attended to Hua Huan’s situation.
Yun Xue’xue, along with Feng Mingyu and Qian Youyou, went outside.
Mo Lin sat alone on the Celestial Heart Bureau’s steps, pondering matters.
A black Ghost Shadow appeared from afar.
Upon seeing the Ghost Shadow, Mo Lin immediately stood up from the steps.
This Little Ghost was sent by Mo Lin to Yingying for information.
"Lord Mo Lin, Sister Yingying asked me to inform you to head to Jinchuan."
Mo Lin gazed in the direction of Jinchuan, murmuring, "The day has finally arrived."
Thus, Mo Lin took Yun Xue’xue to Jinchuan.
Yun Xue’xue was Mo Lin’s greatest strength; without her by his side, Mo Lin felt uneasy.
Feng Mingyu and Qian Youyou also accompanied them to Jinchuan.
Jinchuan was an ancient city.
The hustle and bustle here surpassed that of Xuyan City.
As soon as Mo Lin arrived in Jinchuan, he spotted a familiar figure.
A short-haired woman in gray-black sportswear arrived in Jinchuan almost simultaneously with Mo Lin.
The woman’s face was solemn, her eyes brimming with anger, clearly agitated.
Upon seeing Mo Lin, the anger on her face dissipated.
"Mo Lin? What a coincidence?" Nanming Yueye exclaimed upon seeing Mo Lin.
"What brings you here?" Mo Lin was equally shocked to encounter Nanming Yueye here.
"I’m here to handle some private matters; I’ve tracked the person using Nanming Li Fire.
It won’t be long before I find out who stole the Nanming Li Fire from my family," Nanming Yueye clenched her fists tightly, her eyes full of hatred, devoid of other emotions.
