"Everyone, stand down." Mo Lin ordered coldly.

As Mo Lin's voice fell, the surrounding ghosts all retreated.

Immediately, the surrounding environment changed again.

It was still the same restaurant, still the familiar setting.

Everything had returned to normal.

As if nothing had ever happened.

Zhu Ci looked at Mo Lin in shock.

He knew very well that it wasn't a dream just now.

He had indeed taken a trip to the Underworld.

"That woman, you're just going to let her go?" Zhu Ci asked Mo Lin.

"She won't live more than three days." Mo Lin replied leisurely to Zhu Ci.

Zhu Ci swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

The woman's soul had been chewed by ghosts, and she wouldn't survive for three days.

"Let's go, and meet the old man who is called an immortal."

Mo Lin had originally planned to meet the old man that night.

But now Mo Lin had changed his mind.

Zhu Ci followed behind Mo Lin.

His eyes stayed fixed on Mo Lin's back.

Mo Lin's display in the Underworld had shaken Zhu Ci's worldview.

At that moment, he realized that Mo Lin was not simple.

Or rather, very mysterious.

"There was chaos in the Underworld before, Ghost Realm rose, and one person, single-handedly, destroyed Ghost Realm.

That person couldn't be you, right?" Zhu Ci thought of something and asked Mo Lin.

"That's right, it was me." Mo Lin nodded, admitting it straightforwardly.

There was nothing to hide.

Zhu Ci took a sharp breath, he was actually joking when he teased.

Unexpectedly, the person who destroyed Ghost Realm was truly Mo Lin.

The human world restricted Mo Lin's prowess.

In the Underworld, Mo Lin could exert his full power.

The two walked along the street, stopping a passerby to inquire about the location of the old immortal.

The old immortal was known by everyone in West Sea City, and easily they found out his location.

He lived in the Immortal Temple in the west.

This Immortal Temple was built by the people of West Sea City for the old immortal.

Mo Lin and Zhu Ci arrived at the Immortal Temple, immediately shocked by it.

Rather than an Immortal Temple, it was more like a magnificent villa.

At the entrance stood the three big words, Immortal Temple.

Walking into the Immortal Temple, they saw the decorations were very luxurious.

The floor at the entrance was gilded.

There was nothing about it that related to a temple.

It was just a villa with a private yard.

Zhu Ci followed closely behind Mo Lin, entering the yard.

Immediately, Zhu Ci's pupils contracted sharply.

Entering the yard, one could feel a wave of deathly aura.

In stark contrast to the previous vibrant energy.

"Reversing Yin Yang Array?" Zhu Ci muttered to himself, observing the surroundings.

The place gathered Yin energy.

It was a place for nurturing ghosts.

From the outside, it looked ordinary, but entering in revealed a different world entirely.

In the distance, an old man with a hunched back appeared slowly.

This old man, with a head full of white hair, was as skinny as bones wrapped in skin.

This old man was the so-called immortal, Qi Hui.

Seeing Mo Lin alive, Qi Hui's eyes revealed a hint of astonishment.

"The Little Ghost Life-taking Technique couldn't kill you, seems you have some skills."

"I've never wronged you, why are you troubling me?" Mo Lin questioned Qi Hui.

"You want to take my Immortal Technique, naturally I won't let you live." Qi Hui responded righteously to Mo Lin.

When Qi Hui first blessed Mo Lin, he unexpectedly detected Mo Lin's intentions of seeking the Immortal Technique.

After knowing Mo Lin's motivation, he had thoughts of killing.

The Immortal Technique was his, and no one else should touch it.

Over the years, others had come seeking the Immortal Technique, but Qi Hui had killed them all.

His reason was simple.

He wouldn't allow anyone to steal his Immortal Technique.

Mo Lin froze in place for a few seconds, then finally realized.

There really was an Immortal Technique, but it wasn't in the Heavenly King Temple.

The Immortal Technique was with Qi Hui.

All the thoughts converged, then exploded like a volcano.

Before coming here, Mo Lin had considered countless reasons.

For example, whether Qi Hui knew the Gen Family or perhaps knew Xin Ziruo.

That's why he wanted to kill Mo Lin.

But never expected it to be because of the Immortal Technique.

Isn't this what's called worrying over nothing?

Qi Hui possessed the Immortal Technique, feared others would steal it, so he mercilessly killed anyone coveting it.

Truly outsmarted himself.

If Qi Hui hadn't wanted to kill Mo Lin.

After failing to obtain the Immortal Technique, Mo Lin would have left.

Coincidentally, Mo Lin indeed found the Immortal Technique.

Zhu Ci also was suddenly awakened.

There really was an Immortal Technique, and it was in Qi Hui's hands.

"You people come to West Sea City just to steal my Immortal Technique, don't you?"

Qi Hui's expression gradually became ferocious, "The Immortal Technique is mine; don't think anyone can take it.

Whoever tries to take my Immortal Technique, I'll kill."

This state, almost madness.

"Actually, I..." Mo Lin wanted to explain something.

But seeing Qi Hui's crazy expression, he swallowed the words back.

This state of Qi Hui couldn't accept Mo Lin's words.

To put it frankly, like a lunatic.

Not sure if it's a side effect of practicing the Immortal Technique.

"Summoning Ghost Technique!" Qi Hui's hands changed movements.

Black light surged from the ground array, the pitch-black ground bubbled like a swamp.

Then ghosts floated up from the ground.

The ghosts appeared, floating beside Mo Lin.

These ghosts wore uniform white clothing, with long hair draped over their shoulders, their faces unseen.

It wasn't Immortal Technique; it was Ghost-Controlling Dao.

These ghosts were also known as Little Immortal Ghosts.

After absorbing Incense and Candle Qi, they far surpassed ordinary ghosts.

Being between an immortal and a ghost.

Mo Lin was utterly unafraid, raising his right hand as a bright red Yin Department robe appeared on him.

Then Netherworld's Nether Fire appeared behind Mo Lin.

Mo Lin wielded a crystalline blue long sword, striking directly toward the three Little Immortal Ghosts.

The crystalline blue long sword collided with the Little Immortal Ghosts.

Netherworld's Nether Fire emerged, directly trapping the three Little Immortal Ghosts.

The pitch-black flames burned in mid-air.

A Little Immortal Ghost suddenly raised its head, its eyes emitting a bright red glow, then a surge of Incense and Candle Qi burst forth, charging out of the black flames, lunging at Mo Lin.

Mo Lin's Yin Department sword couldn't block this ghost.

Helplessly, Mo Lin summoned the Qin King's Sword.

The Qin King's Sword unsheathed, an imposing pressure instantly emerged.

Mo Lin slashed with one strike, using the Qin King's Sword to suppress a Little Immortal Ghost.

The Little Immortal Ghosts were cultivated through special methods.

Each ghost was extremely troublesome.

Unfortunately, the Little Immortal Ghosts encountered Mo Lin.

Causing these Little Immortal Ghosts' power to be limited.

Zhu Ci watched the battle from the side without intervening.

Mo Lin, wielding the Qin King's Sword, directly subdued three Little Immortal Ghosts.

This Qi Hui indeed had true skills.

Breeding three Little Immortal Ghosts was enough to make him invincible in West Sea City.

"Don't think about taking the Immortal Technique from me, nobody can." Qi Hui shouted sternly.

A wave of white steam emerged from his body.

Then his eyes shone with golden light.

His pupils became vertical.

Just like a fox's eyes.

His originally emaciated body quickly became youthful.

His appearance also regenerated.

A golden stripe appeared on his left cheek.

Immortal Qi permeated.

This was the Immortal Technique.

The true Immortal Technique.

This was also Mo Lin's first direct encounter with the Immortal Technique.

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