Dongfang Shuye looked out the window helplessly, his brows furrowed into a tight knot.
"What did that guy go up there for?"
Hearing this, Shouzhen, who had been sitting upright and still, took on a serious expression. He explained solemnly, "This place is occupied by evil spirits, and resentful energy soars to the heavens. Layman Lin must have gone up to suppress them."
"Evil spirits?"
Before Dongfang Shuye could think deeply about it, Rose, who was beside him, spoke up first. With her arms crossed and a thoughtful look between her brows, she said, "Really? But this place is famous for being a columbarium apartment complex. There are barely any living people in these buildings. It wouldn't be surprising if those kinds of things actually existed here."
Her words made everyone's hearts sink.
Recalling the situation in the elevator just now, combined with Shouzhen's identity, this matter couldn't be fake.
Shouzhen's cultivation was still shallow. Even with Lin Mo's reminder, he could only barely sense an uncomfortable, cold, and gloomy aura, unable to see through the fact that the entire neighborhood was already shrouded in a dense, impenetrable yin energy.
If it were Xie Yuling, she would have been able to see the problem here from afar.
Right at this moment, a pale flash of lightning tore through the sky, illuminating everyone's faces.
Following it came a clap of thunder.
Boom!
Because the eyes are in front of the ears, you see the lightning before you hear the sound.
Just kidding!
Cube frowned and looked out the window.
"Is it going to rain?"
"I don't think so."
Strangely, after this clap of thunder, the heavy feeling that had been constantly pressing on their hearts vanished into thin air.
The air seemed to become fresher, and breathing became much smoother.
Shouzhen abruptly stood up from the sofa, his face full of excitement and admiration.
"This feeling... the evil spirit has dissipated."
Dongfang Shuye also clearly experienced that change. It was as if an invisible boulder had been lifted from his chest, making his whole body feel relaxed.
He had originally thought it was just simple nervousness; he didn't expect that his mind had actually been affected by something.
A moment later, someone knocked on the door with moderate force.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
"Water meter inspection, open the door!" Lin Mo's lazy voice sounded from behind the door.
Shouzhen shuddered, his face written with awe, and immediately wanted to rush over to open the door.
"Layman Lin is back! I... I'll go open the door."
"Wait." Dongfang Shuye didn't move, but cast his gaze toward Cube.
With just one look, Cube understood implicitly.
He walked to the door without a word and raised his hand, pressing it against the cold security door.
An invisible wave spread out. The solid metal door panel was like a sugar cube dropped into water, rapidly dissolving and fading until it finally turned into a completely transparent barrier.
The scene outside the door was fully visible.
Liu Zheng naturally knew of Cube's ability, so he turned his head to look at Rose, afraid that she might throw her flying knives again.
Lin Mo was standing at the door looking bored, with one hand in his pocket and the other still maintaining a knocking posture.
However, what happened in the next second exceeded everyone's comprehension.
They saw Lin Mo outside the door seemingly notice something interesting. Then, he simply took a step forward and strolled inside as if taking a leisurely walk.
He effortlessly passed right through the door that clearly still existed but had only become transparent.
The entire process was as smooth as passing through a curtain of water.
"Can't you people from Yanhuang Awakening just open the door normally? Do you have to make it so complicated?"
There was a deathly silence in the living room.
Everyone, including Cube, froze.
Cube slowly turned his head, looking at Lin Mo in disbelief, and then looked at his own hand still pressed against the door.
What the hell?!
He had only made the physical form of the door transparent; he hadn't changed its essence. How... how did this guy get in?!
This was unscientific!
Lin Mo completely ignored everyone's petrified expressions. He walked over to the sofa on his own, sat down, and asked casually,
"Are you done telling stories? We can head out once you're ready."
Instead, it was Shouzhen who looked at Lin Mo with great curiosity.
"Layman Lin, that malicious ghost... has it been taken care of?"
"Yeah, there were two. The one in this building was pretty weak, but the one in the opposite building was a bit stronger. Theoretically, I couldn't beat it, so I used the Five Thunders Talisman."
Lin Mo explained, then added, "Let me test you. What kind of places easily breed malicious ghosts?"
This stumped Shouzhen. He scratched his head, feeling a bit at a loss.
"Layman Lin... this humble Daoist doesn't understand Feng Shui, so asking me is useless."
"Sigh, you cultivate both life and nature for nothing," Lin Mo sighed. "Such a good seedling has gone to waste."
At this time, Dongfang Shuye finally couldn't help but interrupt.
"Lin Mo, right? I want to know Ning Qingcheng's location."
As he spoke, Dongfang Shuye glanced out of the corner of his eye at the interrogator beside him.
The interrogator nodded imperceptibly.
Lin Mo directly took out his phone, opened a map app, and tapped on a specific spot.
"Right here."
Liu Zheng was the first to react.
"It's the Ning family manor!"
Old Bai couldn't help but add, "We were just there last night!"
"I knew there was definitely a problem with that place."
Dongfang Shuye looked at Lin Mo, "What is your purpose? Or rather, what benefits do you want?"
Dongfang Shuye's expression was somewhat serious, even scrutinizing.
However, Lin Mo looked back at Dongfang Shuye instead. "Benefits? I just took care of two malicious ghosts. What benefit was there in that? Tell me, what benefit does a little Daoist like Shouzhen get from getting involved in this matter? If cultivating the Dao is all about benefits, then that cultivation has gone straight to the dogs."
From the very beginning, Lin Mo had never intended to seek any benefits from this matter; he purely wanted to get involved himself.
If one had to speak of benefits, it wasn't that there were none, but to Lin Mo, they didn't really matter.
Hearing this, Dongfang Shuye was momentarily speechless. He had never seen someone like this.
Shouzhen, on the other hand, nodded earnestly, strongly agreeing with Lin Mo's words.
Daoists and monks were not the same.
Monks feared karma, so they chose to avoid it.
Daoists knew clearly that karma existed, yet they would still walk their own path, because a cultivator of the Dao could not ignore the evils of the world.
Dongfang Shuye turned his head to look at the interrogator beside him.
That person also nodded imperceptibly, indicating that Lin Mo was not lying.
However, Lin Mo curled his lips in disdain. He was a grand Foundation Establishment bigshot; how could he let a small fry like him give him a lie detector test?
This made Dongfang Shuye feel even more embarrassed.
"I'm sorry, I was just concerned."
Lin Mo waved his hand dismissively, not caring at all.
"Alright, everything that needed to be said has been said. Let's get ready to head out."
Dongfang Shuye also nodded heavily, "Then we'll listen to Layman Lin. Let's get ready to move out."
At this time, Rose suddenly spoke up, "Are we going to just finish off that freezing killer? We can't possibly bring him along, right?"
Dongfang Shuye nodded, "Since we've already confirmed the target location, let's take care of him."
At this moment, Lin Mo suddenly interrupted, "Wait! What freezing killer? Explain."
Liu Zheng immediately recounted what happened last night.
When Lin Mo heard that Zhai Xun, whom he had met twice, was actually dead, he frowned slightly.
"Let me see what's going on with this freezing killer."

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”