Catching Ghosts as Head of Yin Department-Chapter 486 - 484: Risking Their Lives for Profit

"Kill these five Immortal Cultivators, and their Immortal Qi will be yours," Jia Li shouted, pointing at the five severely injured Immortal Cultivators before them.

"Wealth and power come from danger. Kill these five Immortal Cultivators, divide their Immortal Qi, and then we’ll join forces with Brother Mo Lin to deal with Yang Tian.

After killing Yang Tian, we’ll split the Spirit Pills."

These words stirred the desires of all the Immortal Cultivators from the Star Constellation Snake Immortal lineage present.

Everyone was an Immortal Cultivator—who didn’t understand that wealth and power come from danger?

Who among them hadn’t experienced life and death?

Jia Li’s words were supremely compelling.

There were a total of seven people from the Star Constellation Snake Immortal lineage present.

Three at the Inviting Immortal level, and four at the Transformation level.

"Now that the prohibition is lifted, the three factions are enemies. If we don’t kill them today, they’ll kill us tomorrow."

Jia Li shouted, "I don’t care about you anymore; I’m seizing this opportunity."

Jia Li, just a Transformation level Immortal Cultivator, gambling on a chance, a bike turning into a motorcycle.

The five opponents at the Inviting Immortal level were now severely injured, a prime opportunity.

Jia Li made a move, employing the Transformation Immortal Technique, with Immortal Qi swirling around him, his eyes turning yellow as a snake shadow appeared above his head.

He rushed directly towards the five Immortal Cultivators in the distance.

Jia Li’s action caused a butterfly effect.

The previously hesitant Immortal Cultivators of the Star Constellation Snake lineage, seeing Jia Li’s charge, all took action.

Especially the other Transformation level Immortal Cultivators, who became frenzied.

They charged forward recklessly.

It was as if being injured didn’t matter at all.

For them, this was an absolute unique opportunity.

Missing this chance, there would definitely not be a second one.

Under normal circumstances, when faced with Inviting Immortal level Immortal Cultivators, they could only wait for death.

But now it’s different; as long as they kill these Inviting Immortal level Cultivators and absorb their Immortal Qi, their power would increase, perhaps enough to become Inviting Immortal level Cultivators themselves.

Who could not be frenzied?

The three Inviting Immortal level Cultivators did not hesitate either and all joined the fight.

Yang Wu wanted to assist, but was entangled by Mo Lin, and had to abandon the five Immortal Cultivators, allowing them to die.

There was no other choice; he had to focus on dealing with Mo Lin.

After all, he was using the technique of borrowing power, unable to maintain it indefinitely.

Yang Wu made a sealing gesture with his fingers, and as he moved his palm, the raindrops in the air abruptly stopped.

In the next moment, raindrops condensed into ice swords aimed at Mo Lin.

"Splash..."

Mo Lin wielded his four arms, smashing the incoming ice swords.

In the distance, Wan Foli leisurely sipped tea, watching the battle.

As if he was watching an opera.

"It’s a pity, this magic technique is quite powerful.

This Yang Wu isn’t one of the Twenty-four Solar Terms Envoys, after all, it’s just borrowed power and lacks the finesse of the technique."

"If Gen Shuanglong had personally cast this technique, even I would find it troublesome," Wan Foli commented slowly.

Then he shifted his gaze to a nearby woman, saying, "What do you think?"

The woman wore purple clothes, her body shrouded in mist, obscuring her appearance.

"The person using the Heaven and Earth Dharma Aspect, it seems to be Mo Lin, right?" the purple-clad woman asked, looking at Mo Lin.

"I don’t know him," Wan Foli said, shaking his head.

He didn’t recognize someone as unknown as Mo Lin.

"You might not know him, but you certainly know his friend," the purple-clad woman continued.

"Who is his friend?"

Wan Foli suddenly thought of something, "Dharma Aspect? Zhao Tian?"

Upon further reflection, he remembered seeing Zhao Tian use this technique before.

Except Zhao Tian was more ruthless; that night, Zhao Tian used this technique to massacre many people.

Just the mention of Zhao Tian’s name unnerved Wan Foli.

In his eyes, Zhao Tian was a complete madman.

Someone who acted without thinking, not caring about any consequences, placing no value even on his own life.

"He’s friends with Zhao Tian?"

Wan Foli, incredulous, exclaimed, "Zhao Tian, that madman, could have friends?

That guy doesn’t even possess humanity; how could he have friends?"

He was not surprised by Zhao Tian’s relationship with Mo Lin.

What astonished him most was how Zhao Tian could have friends?

Someone devoid of humanity—how is it possible to have friends?

Even a stray dog would run hundreds of miles at the sight of Zhao Tian.

How could Zhao Tian form friendships?

"Don’t underestimate Mo Lin; Gen Shuanglong died at his hands," the purple-clad woman added.

"What? Gen Shuanglong is dead?"

Wan Foli exclaimed again, "How could he have died?"

Gen Shuanglong had lived for hundreds of years, and his identity was special as one of the Twenty-four Solar Terms Envoys, renowned for his breathtaking rain-controlling magic.

Even Wan Foli couldn’t kill Gen Shuanglong.

How could Gen Shuanglong be dead?

The rain was unending, and the technique unbroken.

Gen Shuanglong could control rain; even if he fought for thirty days, he wouldn’t tire.

Such an extraordinary individual—how could he die?

"Are you certain it was him who killed Gen Shuanglong?" Wan Foli pointed at Mo Lin’s silhouette and asked the purple-clad woman.

"Certain, Yang Wu is here seeking revenge for his master," the purple-clad woman explained.

"Ha... I really misjudged," Wan Foli exclaimed in surprise.

Honestly, when he saw Mo Lin, he hadn’t thought much of him.

In his view, Mo Lin appeared quite ordinary.

Just an Immortal Cultivator, possessing thirteen colors of Wish Power, and nothing more.

He couldn’t see anything special.

He couldn’t understand why Gen Shuanglong had died at Mo Lin’s hands.

It was completely incomprehensible.

At this moment, Mo Lin was still battling Yang Wu.

Mo Lin relied on the Three-Headed Six-Armed Dharma Technique to fiercely fight against Yang Wu.

Yang Wu raised his hand, and the rainwater in the air gathered into a water sword aimed to strike Mo Lin.

Mo Lin lifted his hand, enduring the attack head-on with his Immortal Qi.

After crossing swords with Yang Wu, Mo Lin clearly felt that Yang Wu’s execution of the technique wasn’t as formidable as his master’s.

Just then, Jia Li and the others charged toward Yang Wu.

Eight Immortal Cultivators joined the assault on Yang Wu.

Earlier, they had already united to slaughter the five Immortal Cultivators and divided their Immortal Qi.

If they joined forces again to eliminate Yang Wu, they could obtain Yang Wu’s Spirit Pill.

That was their plan.

With those seven lending a hand, Mo Lin found it much easier.

Yang Wu was gradually forced into a disadvantage.

Mo Lin punched out again, blasting the rainwater around him apart.

"Kill him, we’ll split the Spirit Pills," Jia Li shouted, "There’s only one chance; miss it, and it’s gone.

Don’t hold back, or else we might die," he urged.

The other Immortal Cultivators, as if injected with adrenaline, charged at Yang Wu.

One of them, his chest blood-soaked, and his right arm injured to the bone, still pushed forward relentlessly.

For him, this was the only chance to turn his fate around.

"If you guys are risking it, I might as well," an Inviting Immortal level Cultivator charged forward recklessly.

This group wasn’t risking their lives for Mo Lin.

They were fighting for their benefit, and they were intensely fervent.

"Don’t worry about your lives; otherwise, we’ll get nothing," another Inviting Immortal level Cultivator shouted.

Including Jia Li, there were eight Immortal Cultivators, all with blood-red eyes from the killing.

A cultivator traded wound for wound.

From the moment they attacked, there was destined to be only one outcome.

Either Yang Wu dies, or they do.

It was that simple, with no other result possible.