Chapter 438

Chapter 438: Undying Souls? Perfect—I Specialize in Handling Spirits

Drove away monsters and evil spirits, purified Ominous Energy from the body, cured sicknesses, and even treated plagues—the many powers of Holy Salt drove the people of Black Sha City into a frenzy.

No one blamed their desperation. These were the exact torments plaguing the North Wilderness, and Holy Salt solved every single one.

‘In my past life, a fraud priest used fake charm-water to raise an army of hundreds of thousands and start a rebellion.’

‘Now, my Holy Salt is real. They’ll take the bait.’

Mu Lin had full confidence in his creation.

He was right.

The crowd surged toward the tavern’s entrance like madmen after his speech. A shopkeeper reached first, bowing deeply. “Sir… no, Immortal Master! Is this Holy Salt truly miraculous?”

Instead of answering, Mu Lin smiled. “The Holy Salt is here. Try it yourselves if you doubt.”

His words sparked action. A pockmarked teenager shoved through the crowd.

“Me first! I’m sick—needs healing! It’s contagious!”

People recoiled, clearing a path. The boy scrambled to the salt pile and knelt, hands trembling as he scooped a pinch of white grains.

When he hesitated, Yan Yunyu stepped forward. “This sacred gift from Lord Yama blesses the world. Pray sincerely to the Deity, and the healing strengthens.”

“Y-yes! Must pray to the great Deity!”

The boy kowtowed three times, forehead striking the ground nine times, then licked the salt.

*Hiss!* The Holy Salt dissolved into energy, flooding his body. It clashed with the virus inside him, purging it into black energy that vanished into the air.

Everyone watched as the boy’s boils and sores faded. Within moments, his skin smoothed, leaving only a pale complexion and weakness—lingering effects of his illness, unrelated to the salt.

Doubt vanished.

“It’s… real!”

“Repels evil ghosts! Cleanses curses! Heals the sick!”

“Grab it—NOW!”

The crowd had gone completely mad.

They scrambled desperately, clawing and shoving to seize Holy Salt.

In these times, Holy Salt wasn’t mere treasure—it was life itself, a second chance for any ordinary person.

No one could resist such a cure-all.

Not just common folk, even seasoned cultivators joined the frenzy. Many had been corrupted by Ominous Energy, and with battles looming, Holy Salt offered a crucial weapon against their foes.

With such power at stake, how could they not fight tooth and nail?

Had Mu Lin not been watching, the chaos outside the tavern would’ve escalated into brutal Life and Death struggles.

“What’s going on here? Disperse at once!”

When Mo Feng marched in with his troops, he found a mob rabidly snatching Holy Salt.

But his anger quickly faded. After his subordinate listed Holy Salt’s powers, even Mo Feng’s eyes gleamed with hunger.

He too feared Ominous Energy’s taint—and worse, his family falling ill, poisoned, or haunted by evil spirits. This miraculous salt promised salvation.

His men burned with even fiercer desire. One middle-aged soldier broke ranks, kneeling before Mo Feng.

“General sir!” he begged. “My mother’s wasting from Ominous Energy…”

“My boy’s got pox…”

“Wife’s marked by evil ghosts…”

The Black Sha Legion soldiers were ordinary people too—vulnerable to harm, with families to protect. Their need for Holy Salt ran deep.

Even those with healthy kin stockpiled it. This frenzy dwarfed the COVID-era scrambles for medicine. COVID killed few compared to strange evil spirits, which meant near-certain death. No wonder they clawed for this miracle cure.

As soldiers prepared to join the riot, Yan Yunyu raised her voice at Mu Lin’s nod.

“Peace! More Holy Salt exists beyond this!”

“God cherishes mortals. The Merciful King of Hell provides endless Holy Salt for the worthy.”

“Worthy” meant those faithful to Mu Lin and the Hell King.

Heeding her, crowds across Black Mountain Ridge dropped to their knees, praying fervently to the underworld lord.

Some people rushed home with the salt grains they’d grabbed. If these grains cured their families’ illnesses, they’d likely become devoted followers of the Underworld’s Lord Yama. Even the ungrateful ones couldn’t escape – with evil gods bringing endless disasters, people would keep praying for Holy Salt’s protection.

By offering Holy Salt, Mu Lin had made Black Mountain Ridge’s people willingly worship the Underworld system. Their faith grew unshakable – even the Black Sha Legion’s leaders couldn’t stop it. Common folks faced constant dangers: injuries, sickness, monster attacks, Ominous Energy. While rich men had solutions, poor civilians could only wait to die or pray to gods.

But only prayers to the Underworld Lord brought real help – Holy Salt that actually worked. How could anyone forbid such desperate prayers? With most people being poor, Mu Lin’s influence kept spreading unstoppably.

Mo Feng sighed, "Young Master Mu, clever tactics."

Mu Lin shrugged. "It’s not clever tactics – their lives are misery. This helps us both, doesn’t it?"

"…True enough." Seeing most Black Sha Legion soldiers already followed the Underworld faith, Mo Feng stopped worrying – let the leaders handle that. His job was completing missions.

They marched toward the cursed land needing cleansing. Soon they reached a battlefield’s edge where clashing steel and ghostly soldiers echoed – some wearing Black Sha armor like living troops.

Watching Mo Feng’s pained face but unmoving stance, Mu Lin squinted. "Not living men. Spirits?"

"Undead spirits," Mo Feng corrected. "We fought monsters here long ago. Buried our dead, but they rose again – mindless, endlessly killing. We slaughtered them once, but they returned. Since they don’t leave this area… we left them be."

He turned to Mu Lin. "Can you give my brothers peace?"

Mu Lin grinned. "Resting troubled souls? That’s the Underworld Lord’s duty – my specialty. Do it right, and I’ll not just calm them… but revive them to fight for you."

"Revive?" Mo Feng blinked. "Explain."