Mo Lin wasn't interested in the matter of the Destined Person.

He came here because of Qin Yuyu.

It was merely by accident that he got drawn into the struggle for the position of the Destined Person.

"I'm not interested in the identity of the Destined Person; I'm here because of Qin Yuyu," Mo Lin calmly stated to Xiang Wu.

"Ah... You aren't here to fight for the identity of the Destined Person?" Xiang Wu looked at Mo Lin in disbelief.

If it weren't for Mo Lin's status, he would have thought Mo Lin was lying.

Everyone here is aiming to fight for the identity of the Destined Person, isn't it?

Being able to obtain the identity of the Destined Person is equivalent to having a huge backing.

The identity of the Destined Person isn't just a simple term; it involves a lot of things.

Mo Lin looked at the corpse of Qin Yuyu and spoke solemnly, "I came here for my friend."

Seeing Qin Yuyu, a scene flooded Mo Lin's mind of how Qin Yuyu saved him by taking down thirteen Evil Buddhas alone at the Great Spirit Mountain.

"Senior brother, with your strength, you can also fight for the identity of the Destined Person," Xiang Wu kindly reminded Mo Lin.

The benefits of becoming the Destined Person are overwhelming.

"No," Mo Lin replied wearily to Xiang Wu's suggestion.

He was tired... too tired.

The identity of the Destined Person is something Mo Lin doesn't care about at all.

He doesn't even want to deal with the calamities of the mortal realm.

He had gone through far too many things.

Mo Lin clearly understood his own capabilities.

He couldn't even resolve the matter of his good friend, Qin Yuyu.

How could he be in the mood for other matters?

Perhaps seeing the deep fatigue in Mo Lin's eyes, Xiang Wu wisely stayed silent and said no more.

The figures around kept moving back and forth.

Everyone was going ahead to fight for the position of the Destined Person, totally ignoring Mo Lin.

Even the death of Gen Wan didn't cause much of a stir.

Everyone from Hongzhou knows that the Gen Family doesn't only have one life.

This matter is no secret.

So seeing Gen Wan's death, this crowd didn't show much emotional fluctuation.

"Does the matter of Qin Yuyu have anything to do with the Gen family?" Mo Lin asked coldly, looking at Xiang Wu.

Xiang Wu instantly stopped breathing, his pupils gradually widening.

At this moment, he clearly realized what Mo Lin was thinking.

"Senior brother, the Gen family is the local tyrant of Hongzhou, and behind them stand the Jiangzhou People.

Moreover, there are several Human Immortals backing the Gen family, and some even possess Immortal Techniques," Xiang Wu warned Mo Lin in good faith, considering they were both from the same Immortal Mansion.

"Just answer what I ask; does the Gen family have any relation to Qin Yuyu's matter?" Mo Lin asked again.

Perceiving Mo Lin's attitude, Xiang Wu slowly answered, "There is a bit of a relation; this matter was orchestrated by the Gen Family Main Lineage with the intention to eliminate you."

Xiang Wu truthfully informed Mo Lin.

Mo Lin and the Gen family already had past grievances.

The Destined Person of the Gen family, Gen Wubing, died once at Mo Lin's hands.

"Alright, I know now."

Mo Lin replied coldly.

Since this matter is related to the Gen family, it becomes simple.

Go to the Gen family.

Let them know Mo Lin shouldn't be provoked.

If they want to provoke him, they must pay the price.

Zhu Ci took a deep breath, and immediately saw that Mo Lin was planning to cause trouble at the Gen family.

Or rather, Mo Lin was going to the Gen family to kill.

"Mo Lin, it's your first day in Hongzhou, and you plan to go to the Gen family?

Why not think it over?" Zhu Ci, concerned that Mo Lin might be too impulsive, kindly reminded him.

After all, the waters in Hongzhou run too deep.

Mo Lin, as an outsider, rushing about like a mindless wild bull, is bound to suffer.

After all, Mo Lin is still human, and as long as one is human, they're not invincible.

Seeing Mo Lin remain silent, Zhu Ci advised again, "If you die in the Gen family, Qin Yuyu's spirit will never find peace.

If you die, no one can save Qin Yuyu."

These words were effective; the moment Mo Lin heard them, his eyes grew significantly clearer.

He calmed down.

"I understand, but I still have to go to the Gen family." Mo Lin had his own plans.

Seeing that Mo Lin had his own intentions, Zhu Ci said no more, instead casting his gaze upon Qin Yuyu.

Gazing at Qin Yuyu's haggard form.

A lifeless skin tone burdened Mo Lin's heart heavily.

It felt like a weight too heavy to bear.

"Burn it."

Mo Lin took Qin Yuyu's body to a secluded spot.

Using the Netherworld's Nether Fire, he ignited Qin Yuyu's body.

To prevent anyone from using Qin Yuyu's body for other purposes.

Mo Lin only left once he personally saw Qin Yuyu's body turn to ashes.

Mo Lin kept a strand of Qin Yuyu's hair in his pocket.

This strand of hair was for him to use to find Qin Yuyu's spirit in the future.

After taking care of Qin Yuyu's body, Mo Lin proceeded to the main road of Wanliang Mountain.

At the end of this road, people were packed.

All were here to fight for the position of the Destined Person.

Xiang Wu also blended into the crowd, off to fight for the identity of the Destined Person.

"Do me a favor," Mo Lin slowly said to Zhu Ci beside him.

"What is it?"

"Help me find Xin Ziruo's location."

Everything that needed preparation was ready for Mo Lin.

He had also learned Immortal Techniques.

It was time to settle things with Xin Ziruo.

"I can barely protect myself; how can I help you find Xin Ziruo?" Zhu Ci immediately refused without a second thought.

He was still evading the pursuers from the Yellow Springs Book and didn't dare to recklessly use his abilities.

If he did, the pursuers would locate him.

"Help me find Xin Ziruo, and I'll help you deal with the woman pursuing you." Mo Lin offered a condition Zhu Ci couldn't refuse.

"Alright."

Zhu Ci solemnly agreed.

He then turned and disappeared from Mo Lin's sight.

At the end of the crowd, there lay a wide road leading to a vast open space.

The muddy ground was surrounded by people.

In the middle, people were dueling.

The ultimate winner might be selected as the Destined Person.

Just having a chance, not a hundred percent guarantee of being chosen as the Destined Person.

Mo Lin wasn't here to become the Destined Person, so he wasn't interested in the struggle for it.

He casually glanced before turning to leave.

As Mo Lin turned to leave, a fierce wind surged.

All present instinctively held their breath.

Rather than calling it a gust, it's more of a sense of oppression.

A terrifying sense of pressure condensed into a gust sweeping over.

Afterward, Mo Lin saw an old man slowly approaching.

This old man looked like a Daoist, his black and white hair intertwined, with sword-like eyebrows.

His eyes seemed fixed on people, exuding a strong sense of pressure.

Despite knowing he wasn't actually staring at anyone, this pressure felt very real.

He wore a black and white robe.

The moment Mo Lin saw this attire, he instinctively showed a heavy expression.

Mo Lin even sensed that his controlled ghosts were now showing cowardice.

The instant Mo Lin saw this old man, a thought arose in his mind.

A nemesis of ghosts.

Very strong.

Definitely the strongest person Mo Lin had encountered so far.

And this person countered Mo Lin.

Mo Lin's strongest skill was the Five Viscera Concealing Ghost Skill, but facing this old man, without him taking action, Mo Lin already felt that his methods suppressed his.

This was intuition.

"Where is Mo Lin? Come out,"

The old man's words were like thunder, exploding in the air.

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