Ascending to Immortality by Slaying Spirits

Chapter 95: The Dark Ghost of Black Ridge
"Is everyone ready?"

Inside a room, a pale-faced young man asked a short old man beside him.

"Are you ready?" The old man nodded, then hesitated for a moment, "But young master, are you really going to make a move? Those two don't look like they're easy to mess with."

"So I'm someone you can mess with?" the young man asked with a playful tone.

"No, no," the old man said with an embarrassed smile. After all, the person in front of him was Huai Zhexian, the son of the leader of the Yin Gui Sect, and the local tyrant.

"Go and get ready," Huai Zhe said, waving his hand first.

"Yes." The old man withdrew.

Huai Zhe first looked at the restaurant in the distance, his eyes filled with greed. The man and woman were not ordinary people. The man was full of yang energy, making him the most suitable yang material. The woman was full of yin energy. If he refined her into a yin ghost, he would be incredibly powerful.

This was truly a great opportunity bestowed upon him by heaven!
As for whether these two were strong or not, Huai Zhe hadn't even considered it.

In a place as poor and desolate as Heiling County, which powerful family would come here? If it weren't for that thing underground, the Yin Ghost Sect wouldn't be hiding here.

However, they won't have to stay in this wretched place for long.

Thinking of the plan that was about to be completed, a hint of excitement appeared in Huai Zhe's eyes. If the plan could be completely completed, the Yin Gui Sect might have a place in the county city or even the state city.

After calming himself down, Huai Zhe first looked at the post station, but before that, he had to seize his opportunity.

At the inn, a pale-faced waiter went upstairs silently, and his feet were dangling in mid-air.

He stopped in front of a door and stuck a thin, lit incense stick into the crack of the door.

He waited quietly until the incense stick burned out before walking through the door.

Upon entering the room, he saw his target wrapped in a blanket, fast asleep in bed.

From his unseen perspective, Lin Le watched the waiter float in, raising an eyebrow slightly. A ghost? He'd love that.

Moreover, judging from this glimpse, the forces operating in the shadows are likely not evil cultivators.

He doesn't mind doing too much good deeds.

Not long after, two people pushed open the door and saw Lin Le and Qing Li sitting at the table, leisurely drinking tea.

Then look at the waiter, still staring blankly at the bed.

The two immediately sensed something was wrong and tried to back away, but a red ribbon beat them to it and bound them together.

"I'll ask you questions, and you answer them," Lin Le said, looking at the two whose mouths were covered. "If you answer well, I'll let you go; if you don't answer well..."

Lin Le didn't say anything, but simply reached out and pressed his hand on the waiter. A flash of golden light, and the waiter vanished instantly.

"Then your soul and spirit will be annihilated, and you will never be reborn." Lin Le revealed his gleaming white teeth to the two of them, which looked particularly sinister in the dark room.

The two of them immediately shivered and nodded frantically.

Lin Le had the Hun Tian Ling loosen one of the openings in the person's clothes: "What faction do you belong to?"

The man said, "We have no power, we just... cough cough."

The Hun Tian Ling suddenly tightened, constricting the man's neck. The man's cervical vertebrae made a faint cracking sound, and his breathing suddenly became heavy.

Lin Le released the other person's mouth and asked, "What faction do you belong to?"

“Yin Gui Men, Yin Gui Men!” another person immediately shouted back.

His eyes were filled with fear. Bound to his companion, he could feel his companion's violent struggle, and one could imagine how much pain he was in.

"What is the sect leader's cultivation level?" Lin Le continued to ask.

“A Foundation Establishment cultivator,” the other man answered honestly. He sensed that his companion’s struggles had slowed, but it wasn’t that Lin Le had released his restraints. Out of the corner of his eye, he could clearly see his companion’s neck, which was about to deform; he was about to die.

Foundation Establishment? Lin Le paused, his hand still toying with his teacup, and his previously relaxed expression turned serious: "How many cities?"

"It was a city that was breached after the flood," the man said.

Lin Le's expression softened. He had just broken through, so it was alright. Now his flaws were being made up for. He was not afraid of a Foundation Establishment cultivator who had just broken through.

Especially since this Foundation Establishment cultivator is also an evil cultivator.

Where are the rest of you?

Lin Le continued to question him a few more times, then gagged him again and released the other person.

"Ha-ha-" The other person immediately gasped for breath, feeling that the air they usually took for granted had never been so precious.

"What faction do you belong to?" Lin Le asked.

"Yin Gui Men, Yin Gui Men!" the man shouted immediately, his voice filled with fear, as if he was afraid that Lin Le would suffocate him again.

"It's too loud, I don't like it." Lin Le looked down at her teacup.

The two men froze instantly, realizing that Lin Le had no intention of letting them leave alive.

"You won't keep your word... ga!" The two were about to shout when the Hun Tian Ling twisted and shattered all their bones.

Strangely, not a single drop of blood flowed from their bodies. Instead, the Hun Tian Ling (a magical ribbon) emitted alternating light and dark waves, resembling fish scales.

After Lin Le completed the Eightfold Path, the Hun Tian Ling became a mid-grade magic weapon of the Ten Forbidden Realms and developed its first characteristic, Blood Refinement.

It can absorb the blood of living beings, constantly weakening them, and the absorbed blood can also be refined into blood energy for its own use.

By the time the Hun Tian Ling (a magical ribbon) left their bodies, they had become dried corpses.

Lin Le stood up: "I'm going to kill that person. Qing Li, you stay here for now."

"Okay." Qingli nodded. "Go and come back quickly, I want to sleep."

"Okay." Lin Le nodded, went to the window, flipped over and jumped, and ran towards a certain place.

Inside the house, an old man suddenly opened his eyes: "Young master, something terrible has happened! Da Ben and Er Ben are dead!"

"Dead? Useless!" Huai Zhe frowned first, then insulted him mercilessly, showing no regard for the two servants who had served him for many years.

"Forget it, I'll take care of it myself." Huai Zhe stood up first.

The old man immediately panicked: "No, young master! You are of noble birth and cannot be harmed! Moreover, Da Ben and Er Ben died at the same time. The opponent was very strong and probably a seventh-level cultivator!"

"Hmph, so what!" Huai Zhe first took out a small banner. "My little brat has dozens of runes, the highest of which is the ninth level. How could I possibly lose?"

With a whoosh of wind and a flash of red light, Huai Zhe first saw that the small banner in his hand was gone. Then he heard a playful voice from the side: "Are you sure there are dozens of little devils inside?"

Turning my head, I saw a handsome young man sitting by the window, playing with the small banner.

Huai Zhe took a closer look and realized that this handsome young man was exactly his target.

However, he was somewhat arrogant, but not stupid. Just from that move, he knew that Lin Le was probably not someone to be trifled with.

"Old Nan, take him down!" Huai Zhexian shouted immediately.

The old man beside him was a cultivator at the seventh level of the Spirit Platform stage, which was perfect for probing his abilities.

Elder Nan also blocked Huai Zhe's way: "Young master, what business do you have breaking into my house at night?"

(End of this chapter)