This is a gap in strength.
Mo Lin possesses Yin Department-level power, which a mere Dangerous-Level Little Ghost cannot possibly contend with.
As soon as they met, Mo Lin effortlessly captured this ghost.
He acted... caught the ghost... all in one fluid motion.
Mo Lin used a Ghost Skill: Ghost Eye, and the attributes of the ghost before him appeared. Discover more novels at novel•fire.net
Level: Dangerous Level
Ghost Skill: Ghost Qi Blade."
"Ghost Qi Blade condenses Ghost Qi, releasing strikes as sharp as blades."
Mo Lin promised Xianyun to help her catch a ghost.
This ghost was perfect to give to Xianyun.
Mo Lin placed his hand on the ghost’s head, and the ghost spun in place, condensing into a black sphere.
This was the twelfth form of the Scattering Soul Ghost-Catching Technique, Sealed Ghost.
An essential skill for a Ghost Messenger.
"Are you a Yin Messenger?"
"This aura... no... are you a Yin Overseer?"
The sealed ghost exclaimed.
This ghost’s mind was filled with only one question at this moment.
Why would this Yin Department master capture a run-of-the-mill Little Ghost like him?
"Lord, spare me! I didn’t mean to kill... those Ghost-Controlling Masters wanted to capture me, I only killed them in self-defense." The ghost began to plead with Mo Lin.
The power gap between him and Mo Lin was so vast that begging for mercy was his only chance for survival.
"Don’t worry, I won’t harm you," Mo Lin said as he placed the black sphere into his pocket, turning to look in Yun Lin’s direction.
There was only a relatively weak Little Ghost over there; Yun Lin’s two Contract Ghosts should be able to handle it.
Mo Lin didn’t intervene, simply turned and left.
Yun Lin had just scattered a Danger-Level ghost, successfully resolving the trouble.
"There should be another Dangerous-Level ghost here."
A Danger-Level ghost couldn’t have easily killed three Ghost-Controlling Masters, so Yun Lin was certain there was another ghost.
She and Tang Fang searched the abandoned building for a long time but couldn’t find any trace of another ghost and had no choice but to give up.
"Perhaps that ghost sensed your aura and was afraid of you, so it ran away early." This was the only reason Tang Fang could think of.
Yun Chuan, Xian Family.
It was past one in the morning, and the Xian Family’s lights were blazing.
Someone who didn’t know might think there was an event going on.
Sounds of an argument came from the Xian Family’s living room.
"Xianyun, are you crazy?"
"You’ve already squandered over ten thousand of our Netherworld Currency, and now you want another ten thousand? Are you trying to deplete the family’s assets?" A young man stood up and scolded Xianyun.
The young man was Xianyun’s cousin, named Xianwu Hai.
"You’re no longer the acting Patriarch; you have no right to use the family’s funds," the woman in Xianwu Hai’s arms chimed in.
Tonight, these people were giving Xianyun a hard time.
"You’ve already destroyed two-thirds of the Xian Family’s assets, do you plan to ruin the family?" another middle-aged man echoed.
"Xianyun, I understand you’re eager to become a Ghost-Controlling Master, but this can’t be rushed. You’ve made too many mistakes recently."
Even the Third Lady, usually close to her, didn’t stand by Xianyun this time.
The grand living room felt rather melancholy.
Xianyun sat alone in the center, judged by everyone.
"I know a friend who’s very capable; he’s willing to catch a ghost for me, which would make me a Ghost-Controlling Master. Just lend him ten thousand Netherworld Currency, and he might catch a Dangerous-Level ghost for me, making me a third-level Ghost-Controlling Master." Xianyun rebutted with resentment.
"Third-level Ghost-Controlling Master? Are you dreaming?"
"Do you think Dangerous-Level ghosts are easy to catch?"
"If catching ghosts were so simple, the streets would be full of Ghost-Controlling Masters."
"Do you not realize why there are so few Ghost-Controlling Masters now?"
"Even I’m just a second-level Ghost-Controlling Master. You want to leap to third-level? On what basis?" Xianwu Hai scolded Xianyun.
"Xianyun, you might have been deceived; Dangerous-Level ghosts aren’t easy to catch," another woman calmly agreed.
"Moreover, even if you caught a Dangerous-Level ghost, can you be sure you can make it sign a contract with you?"
"Ghosts are prejudiced against humans, treating them like inferior animals. It’s hard to sign a contract with a ghost.
The higher the ghost’s level, the prouder it is, making contracts even harder to sign."
"Xianyun, stay home and calm down for a while. I’ll try to find an Ordinary-Level ghost for you to nurture; maybe you can become a second-level Ghost-Controlling Master." The Third Lady said to Xianyun.
"No..." Xianyun decisively refused.
She had witnessed Mo Lin’s strength; she believed from her heart that Mo Lin could catch a powerful ghost for her.
It’s not an obsession, more like an intuition.
Although she hadn’t spent much time with Mo Lin, he gave her a reliable feeling.
At least she believed whatever this man promised would be fulfilled.
Mo Lin promised to help her catch a ghost, and he would absolutely do it.
"Isn’t it possible to borrow ten thousand Netherworld Currency?" Xianyun lowered her stance for the first time.
She used the word "borrow."
Immediately, silence enveloped the living room as everyone exchanged glances.
"No..." Xianwu Hai shattered the silence with a single word.
Xianyun didn’t respond; her gaze turned to the elder sitting at the forefront, whose head was covered in white hair.
This elder was Xianyun’s grandfather and also the Patriarch of the Qian Family.
Xianyun hoped her grandfather would say something.
The elder’s eyes were slightly closed, as if he were sleepy.
He felt great affection for his granddaughter.
On one side was family interest, on the other was his cherished granddaughter.
The elder, who had been silent, finally spoke up.
"Let Yun’Er have the ten thousand Netherworld Currency." The old man’s voice wasn’t loud, but it was warm.
Those words struck directly at Xianyun’s soul.
Xianyun’s eyes instantly reddened.
When everyone else was against her, her grandfather still chose to stand before her...
"Dad... we only have a little over ten thousand Netherworld Currency left, those are the family’s assets. If we give it to Xianyun, how will our family prosper later?"
"And don’t forget, Xianyun previously destroyed several Ghost Artifacts; we no longer have any assets." Xianyun’s uncle stepped up, vehemently opposing.
"I believe we shouldn’t just refuse Xianyun the Currency, but we should also confine her as a warning."
"She’s squandered two-thirds of the Xian Family’s assets and must be cautioned."
The atmosphere became very tense.
Her uncle’s family clung to Xianyun, refusing both the Currency and advocating for her confinement.
"Confine her? Let’s see who dares..."
One sentence broke the rigid atmosphere.
This unfamiliar voice drew all attention.
Mo Lin, dressed in casual wear with a crystal-blue longsword hanging at his waist, leisurely entered the courtyard.
He came to deliver the ghost to Xianyun, and upon reaching the Xian Family’s gate, he heard Xianyun arguing with someone.
It seemed like she was being targeted for trying to borrow ten thousand Netherworld Currency to help him.
Since it involved him, Mo Lin couldn’t sit back, so he came in.
Mo Lin looked around, then walked up to Xianyun and asked, "Are you alright?"
"I’m fine..." her voice was hoarse, slightly tinged with bitterness.
"Was it because of trying to get me ten thousand Netherworld Currency?"
"Not entirely." Xianyun answered again.
"Oh..." Mo Lin seemed to ignore the crowd around and continued talking to Xianyun.