Mo Lin followed the shadow to the end.

In front of him was a circular platform.

A middle-aged man, his hands and feet bound in chains, was trapped in the center of this circular platform.

"This is the person you're looking for." The shadow said slowly to Mo Lin.

The middle-aged man looked at Mo Lin, his tone icy, "Another one of those dogs they sent?

You're really something, actually collaborating with ghosts."

"Senior, may I ask who you are?" Mo Lin respectfully inquired of the middle-aged man.

"Who I am is none of your damn business."

The middle-aged man disdainfully rebuked Mo Lin: "Who sent you?

Is it the captain of the Ghost-Controlling Dao Lineage? Or the captain of the Red Dust Immortal Lineage?"

"Senior, you misunderstand, no one sent me." Mo Lin explained to the middle-aged man.

"Bullshit!" The middle-aged man couldn't hear a word Mo Lin said.

Except for people related to those two, who else can come here?

"My name is Mo Lin."

Mo Lin voluntarily revealed his name, "I have a vendetta against the Celestial Sect, and I came to ask the senior's help to deal with them."

The middle-aged man immediately turned serious, staring intently at Mo Lin to see whether he was lying.

Seeing the man remain silent, Mo Lin added, "Lin Xiaoman placed the Three Calamities Destruction Curse on me. If I seek revenge on her, it would certainly mean turning against the entire Red Dust Immortal Lineage of the Celestial Sect, so I've come to ask for your assistance."

The middle-aged man looked for signs, then determined Mo Lin wasn't lying.

"Do you know who I am?" the middle-aged man asked Mo Lin.

Mo Lin shook his head, "No idea."

"I am the founder of the Celestial Sect." The middle-aged man proclaims his identity.

Mo Lin was taken aback.

"The founder of the Celestial Sect? Didn't you die?"

Mo Lin had heard the founder of the Celestial Sect was dead.

The Celestial Sect split because of the founder's death.

Never expected the founder was not dead.

This news was absolutely explosive.

"Do you know why I'm here?" the middle-aged man asked Mo Lin again.

"Why?"

"I was entrapped by the captains of the Red Dust Immortal Lineage and the Ghost-Controlling Dao Lineage,"

The man's eyes revealed a hint of killing intent, "Those two captains conspired with ghosts, fearing I would settle scores with them, so they joined forces to get rid of me.

However, I got lucky and managed to escape into here."

Though the middle-aged man escaped the captains' scheme, he was trapped in this palace.

The person in front of me is actually the founder of the Celestial Sect.

Mo Lin's eyes lit up with a glimmer of hope.

"Senior, if I rescue you, will you help me deal with the Celestial Sect?" Mo Lin directly stated his purpose.

"Yes."

Wu Binghai agreed without hesitation.

If Mo Lin can truly rescue him, he would certainly assist Mo Lin against the Celestial Sect.

After all, he himself had a vendetta against those members of the Celestial Sect.

Thinking about it, Wu Binghai suddenly deflated, "Forget it, you can't get me out."

He knew very well it was incredibly hard to get out of here.

Mo Lin turned and asked the shadow, "How much to get him out?"

"One and a half million Netherworld Coins... Wrong... Two million Netherworld Coins." The shadow quoted a price.

This price was very high.

The moment Wu Binghai heard the amount, he despaired. He was lying on the ground, gazing at the ceiling.

With such an amount, even Mo Lin himself, let alone the Celestial Sect, couldn't conjure it up.

Even the Celestial Sect doesn't have that much Netherworld Currency.

"Okay." Mo Lin agreed simply with two words.

Wu Binghai sat up in disbelief, staring at Mo Lin.

He watched Mo Lin extract stack upon stack of Netherworld Currency from a book.

Soon, Netherworld Currency covered a small area.

A full two million Netherworld Coins.

Not a coin short.

At this moment, Mo Lin fully showcased his financial power.

"The person is yours," the shadow waved his hand.

The chains that bound Wu Binghai swiftly retracted, releasing him.

Wu Binghai could move freely.

Wu Binghai stood before Mo Lin, thanking him heavily, "Brother Mo, I'll remember this life-saving grace.

Even if it costs me my life, I will help you with your revenge."

This forceful speech directly expressed Wu Binghai's attitude.

He was a straightforward person.

Mo Lin spent two million Netherworld Coins to save him.

He would surely not let Mo Lin down.

At the very least, he had to be worth this sum.

The shadow raised a hand, and a passage to leave appeared ahead.

Mo Lin left with Wu Binghai.

"Brother Mo, this is my contact information."

Wu Binghai handed his phone number to Mo Lin, saying, "I'm injured and need to go to the hospital for treatment."

He had been trapped here the whole time, and his injuries had steadily worsened.

The wound on his chest had become infected and must be treated in a hospital.

"Alright, I'll contact you when needed," Mo Lin said slowly to Wu Binghai.

And so, Wu Binghai left directly.

He recruited a powerful ally.

After all this, Mo Lin left the palace and returned to the area of Great Spirit Mountain.

He arrived at the exit of Jiangzhou Dao, and with the identity card he obtained earlier, he could easily leave the Jiangzhou realm.

Upon reaching the area of Great Spirit Mountain, Mo Lin's phone reception was restored.

Mo Lin found numerous missed calls on his phone.

Perhaps because calls couldn't be connected, the other party had also texted Mo Lin.

"Mo Lin, return to the Celestial Sect immediately."

Just that simple.

This message was from Lin Xiaoman.

Who knows why she wanted Mo Lin back.

Anyway, at this point, Mo Lin didn't plan on confronting her.

He only needed to play along.

Previously at Great Spirit Mountain, Mo Lin and Jiang Yun exchanged contact details.

Mo Lin found out Jiang Yun had added him to a group chat.

"Independent Cultivator Group."

Previously, Mo Lin was in Yun Chuan in the Ghost-Controlling Society's group chat.

After a series of events, that group wasn't active anymore, with no one chatting.

Seven Immortals Daoist: "Welcome newcomer."

Invincible Loose Cultivator: "@Mo Lin, what deity might you be?"

Yunqiao: "Another boss is here?"

People became lively seeing Mo Lin joined.

As the newcomer, Mo Lin needed to say something.

Mo Lin: "Hello everyone, my name is Mo Lin."

Seven Immortals Daoist: "Such an eye-piercing introduction style..."

Invincible Loose Cultivator: "With such an old-fashioned introduction, could he be an old relic?"

Yunqiao: "Feels like an old man."

People in the group were playfully teasing Mo Lin.

For years, Mo Lin had focused on ghost hunting, seldom chatting, making him a bit stiff in conversation.

Jiang Yun: "Stop the nonsense, this person is formidable."

Jiang Yun's words immediately piqued everyone's curiosity.

Lv Xian: "Respect to the big shot."

Invincible Loose Cultivator: "What's your status? Might you be mightier than me?"

Seven Immortals Daoist: "Nonsense, I'm the most powerful here."

Invincible Loose Cultivator: "@Mo Lin, brother, care to share your status?"

Mo Lin thought for a moment and replied, "Red Dust Immortal."

Invincible Loose Cultivator: "I'm a Red Dust Immortal too, perhaps we can spar sometime."

Seven Immortals Daoist: "So it turns out you're a Red Dust Immortal boss."

They chatted and looked out for each other when encountering problems.

Mo Lin chatted for a bit, eventually getting to know everyone a little.

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