After I became the underworld, global terror descended

Chapter 643 So Weak
At this moment, Tang Qingqing really wanted to praise Mo Lin's intelligence.

Impersonating the ancestor's successor and disciple.

This is incredibly thoughtless.

The suburban man glanced at Mo Lin in surprise and asked in confusion, "You are a disciple of the ancestor's successor, then who are the people Fu Qi brought?"

“It’s definitely a fake,” Mo Lin replied casually.

"That's right, the disciple my senior brother found must be an imposter."

"He's doing this to try and steal my position as the third Dao Master," Tang Qingqing chimed in.

This has created a problem for the suburbs.

"I need to report this matter to my superiors." With that, he turned and left.

After turning away from the suburbs, Tang Qingqing took Mo Lin's hand and led him to her residence.

Tang Qingqing entered the room with a serious expression.

"The matter of impersonating the ancestor's successor must never be known to a third person."

Tang Qingqing knew very well that this matter could not be exposed for the time being, at least not before she obtained the position of the third Dao Master.

"If things are exposed, I will definitely protect your safety."

This is Tang Qingqing's promise to Mo Lin.

Since Mo Lin dared to impersonate the ancestor's successor, she naturally wouldn't let Mo Lin's kindness go to waste.

Mo Lin wanted to explain, but he swallowed the words back down.

His explanation now would be redundant, and Tang Qingqing might not even believe it.

Mo Lin simply chose not to say anything.

"Let me give you a general overview of the Jingming Taoism."

Tang Qingqing slowly said to Mo Lin, "The Jingming Taoism is divided by disciples."

Eighth-generation disciple, ninth-generation disciple, tenth-generation disciple.

I am the tenth generation disciple.

We are currently in the Tenth Generation Disciple's Palace.

Tang Qingqing arranged a place for Mo Lin to stay.

Mo Lin wasn't idle in the courtyard; his daily routine consisted of cultivating the Pure Brightness Demon-Slaying Sword.

After finishing his sword practice, Mo Lin went for a walk outside with Tang Qingqing.

At the Jingming Taoist Center Square, several figures are kneeling beneath the statue of Xu Zhenjun.

The blood on these people had congealed, their faces were pale, and they were thin.

"Please, Jingming Taoism, help save my Eastern District."

A trembling voice came from behind.

These people seem to have come here seeking help.

"The East District was robbed, evil spirits wreaked havoc, and evil Buddhas devoured people."

I beg you all to come to my rescue.

Another person chimed in.

Tang Qingqing was already used to seeing this scene.

"People from the East District came here seeking help," Tang Qingqing explained to Mo Lin.

"Will the Jingming Dao Church help?" Mo Lin asked doubtfully.

"I will help, but not completely."

Tang Qingqing stopped and slowly said to Mo Lin, "Evil spirits must be destroyed, but not completely."

"Evil Buddhas must be killed, but not all of them."

"What does this mean?" Mo Lin asked, puzzled.

"Some people don't want the evil spirits of the East District to be destroyed."

Tang Qingqing thought for a moment and added, "There are conflicts of interest involved."

The East District cannot be destroyed. If the East District is destroyed, the evil spirits will definitely invade the South District.

However, not all evil spirits and evil Buddhas can be eliminated. If all evil spirits were eliminated, it would harm the interests of some people.

What benefits could there be in this?

Mo Lin found it strange: what interests could there be between human cultivators and evil spirits?
Tang Qingqing solemnly replied to Mo Lin, "Immortality."

This is the benefit.

The moment Mo Lin heard the word "immortality," his heart skipped a beat.

Only as his strength gradually increased could he feel how attractive those two words were.
The more powerful a person is, the more they possess, and the more they fear losing.

Therefore, immortality holds a fatal allure for the strongest individuals.

I don't know if I can live forever.

Tang Qingqing slowly said to Mo Lin, "There are many people who are unwilling to let the human world return to peace."

Especially those who have reached the pinnacle of power and strength will absolutely not allow the human world to return to normal.

As for the lives of ordinary people, no one cares. From Tang Qingqing's words, Mo Lin clearly felt that human life was as cheap as a dog's.

They're not even as good as dogs.

"There are some things you can't control, just do your best," Tang Qingqing comforted Mo Lin.

Mo Lin nodded; his immediate priority was to learn the Pure Brightness Demon-Slaying Sword Technique.

As for the matters in the East District, Mo Lin will naturally handle them when he returns.

Only when you are strong enough can you solve problems.

After wandering around for a while, Mo Lin returned to his residence.

That night, while Mo Lin was still fast asleep, he heard Tang Qingqing's voice coming from outside the house.

"I have been granted permission by the higher-ups to compete for the position of the third Dao Master."

They want to test you.

Tomorrow, we will arrange for your eleventh-generation disciple to spar with you.

“Okay, I understand,” Mo Lin replied.

It was less of a friendly sparring match and more of a test of Mo Lin's strength.

Of course, Mo Lin was not afraid.

The next day.

Tang Qingqing brought Mo Lin to the martial arts arena.

The square was filled with spectators.

Three figures stood in the very center of the square.

These three are the people who sparred with Mo Lin today.

Tang Qingqing was sitting next to him in the suburbs.

The man in the suburbs said bluntly to Tang Qingqing, "Your disciple, as long as you can defeat these three today..."

You can then arrange for him to undergo the Heavenly Trial.

If he is defeated today, you will lose your eligibility to compete for the position of the third Dao Lord.

Tang Qingqing subconsciously clenched the hem of her clothes.

She knew very well that Mo Lin had not yet mastered the Dao of Exorcising Evil.

Dealing with three eleventh-generation disciples at the same time is somewhat difficult.

These three are all outstanding members of the eleventh generation of disciples.

Although they did not fully master the Dao of Exorcising Evil, they had at least grasped the basics.

Tang Qingqing can only pray now, hoping that Mo Lin will win.

Mo Lin faced three people alone, showing no fear whatsoever.

"Begin," the suburbs announced.

The next moment, the three of them attacked Mo Lin simultaneously.

Upon seeing this, Tang Qingqing stood up in surprise.

"Three against one?"

She had thought it would be a series of matches, one against one.

I never expected it to be three against one.

Mo Lin didn't have much of a chance of winning to begin with.

With three against one, wouldn't the chances of winning be even slimmer?
These people have all studied the Pure Brightness Demon-Slaying Sword Technique for at least many years.

What does Molin have to compare with them?
"Calm down. If he really is Xu Tianjun's successor, he will definitely win," a neighbor comforted Tang Qingqing. Tang Qingqing sat helplessly in her chair. There was nothing she could do at the moment; she could only wait and see.

"Eleventh generation disciple: Guo Xu."

"Eleventh generation disciple: Li Liang."

"Eleventh generation disciple: Qian Qi."

The three introduced themselves.

"Mo Lin." Mo Lin also revealed his identity.

As Mo Lin's voice fell, the three of them attacked simultaneously.

Led by Guo Xu, the other two attacked Mo Lin from the left and right respectively.

All three of them were using the Pure Brightness Exorcising Sword Technique.

Actually, it was a bit stressful for Mo Lin to face three people alone.

After all, Mo Lin has not yet fully mastered the Pure Brightness Demon-Slaying Sword Technique.

But the moment Mo Lin saw the three of them using the Pure Brightness Demon-Slaying Sword Technique.

Mo Lin was stunned.

At that moment, two words flashed through his mind: "So weak."

(End of this chapter)