Chapter 245
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Chapter 245: The Power of "Stillness," My Eternal Self
"Mu Lin, come back!"
"If you return, I won’t use divine power…"
"You’re at Spirit Pool level – I’ll lower my own cultivation to match yours!"
"Human, answer! Have you no courage at all?"
"AAAAAH!!! Scheming bastard!"
The frenzied follower of Black Mountain kept shouting, trying every method to make Mu Lin stop. He shamelessly alternated between insults, pleas, and promises not to use overwhelming power – all just to fight Mu Lin face-to-face.
But Mu Lin wasn’t stupid enough to take the bait.
He felt no shame about fleeing either. The Yin Eight Sect’s paper folders weren’t meant for direct Killing. Substitutes, curses, paper figures… their techniques focused on ambushes and escapes. Standard practice was sending paper figures forward while preparing traps or escape routes. Mu Lin simply followed tradition.
Whoosh!
Riding the Yin Spirit Cart through wind and clouds, Mu Lin soon vanished from the follower’s view.
"NO!!"
"Worthless bastard…"
The follower’s rage matched Lady of Pleasures Shu Rong’s fury. She never expected her ally would lose even after awakening divinity – and in such humiliating fashion.
Yet as they fumed, the watching nobles chuckled approvingly.
"Smart lad, avoiding confrontation when the enemy’s strongest."
"True prodigies understand strategic retreat."
"When he shared his Clone Cultivation Method for resources instead of hoarding it, I knew this boy was sharp."
The elites grew more convinced of Mu Lin’s promising future. None wanted to antagonize a Curse Master who could attack unseen while hiding his true form.
Mu Lin ignored them all. Once deciding to retreat, he committed completely. For three full hours, neither follower of Black Mountain nor Lady of Pleasures caught even a glimpse of him.
Of course, even when absent, Mu Lin never stopped watching them.
Lifelike paper cranes and paper crows flew out constantly, maintaining tight surveillance on the follower of Black Mountain.
These weren’t even released by Mu Lin’s real body—his Substitute Paper Figures handled the task.
This meant if the follower tracked Mu Lin down, only a paper substitute would be found.
Though perhaps excessive, this precaution raised Mu Lin’s safety to another level.
…
Through relentless monitoring, Mu Lin observed:
In the first hour, the follower of Black Mountain raged violently, fueled by divinity, destroying everything.
By the second hour, that divinity appeared to fade from him.
Mu Lin wasn’t convinced. He kept cursing Black Mountain with the Paper Figure Curse while monitoring through the cranes.
During the third and fourth hours, the weakened follower had all Seven Spirits nailed down, his body fully dead. Only then did Mu Lin finally face him.
Incidentally, Mu Lin had also maintained curses on Lady of Pleasures Shu Rong throughout.
When she realized her counterattacks failed, she… begged outright.
“Lord Mu Lin, I’ll give you everything. Just spare me.”
“You’d become my slave?”
“…This humble servant agrees.”
After hesitation, the Lady of Pleasures surrendered.
Mu Lin didn’t accept immediately.
First, he finished nailing the follower’s Seven Spirits completely, then approached to claim the silent divinity.
Standing before the follower, Mu Lin saw firsthand the wretched state of one whose Seven Spirits were fully nailed.
The body had fully perished—rotting flesh, lifeless organs, brittle bones and muscles stripped of vitality and mana’s protection.
The flesh is the treasure ship bearing all. With its ruin, his mana reeked of decay, steadily fading.
His spirit flickered like a guttering candle, nearing extinction.
Yet this didn’t satisfy Mu Lin.
“Nailing Seven Spirits kills mortals instantly… No—mortals sicken from one nailed spirit. Three or four means certain death.”
“But Qi Practitioners aren’t mortal. Their refined life essence delays true death.”
Some cultivators even convert to ghost cultivators or God Path practitioners after bodily death.
Stronger ones have more methods and contingencies.
“So Nailing Seven Spirits isn’t absolute. Beyond them lie Three Souls. To kill a Qi Practitioner completely, I must nail Heaven, Earth, and Human Souls too!”
Now Mu Lin understood—his powerful Nail the Seven Spirits remained only Grandmaster-level.
Perfection demanded a curse technique nailing all Three Souls and Seven Spirits.
Even Mu Lin had a strange intuition that nailing down the Three Souls and Seven Spirits still wasn’t the ultimate limit of the curse technique.
"True gods and True Lords have merged with the laws of heaven and earth. Such beings can’t truly die—ordinary death only makes them slumber."
"When someone speaks their names, they’ll rise again from death."
"Even nailing their Three Souls and Seven Spirits won’t kill these existences completely. To make them truly perish, my curse technique must touch upon destiny, causality, and the laws themselves…"
The act of Nailing the Seven Spirits sparked countless ideas in Mu Lin’s mind.
Though standing far away, he wasn’t just daydreaming—he kept testing whether the Follower of Black Mountain had truly died.
"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"
Transforming into the Ink Dragon, Mu Lin rained thunderous strikes upon the Follower’s remains.
This corpse-defiling act was also Mu Lin’s twisted form of respect.
"You’re too dangerous. I’ll erase you completely."
…
After a full minute of bombardment, something unexpected yet inevitable happened.
The Follower of Black Mountain stirred again.
Not truly resurrected—his physical form had been reduced to ash. Unnoticed by Mu Lin, the Follower’s spirit had secretly taken refuge in a tombstone-shaped artifact buried underground.
While Mu Lin bombarded the remains, this tombstone silently approached through the earth using the Silent Domain’s concealment. When finally in position, the Black Mountain tombstone erupted from the ground.
The Divinity of Silence’s Silent Domain instantly engulfed the battlefield.
"Hummm!"
Certain of his victory, the Follower of Black Mountain unleashed his pent-up fury:
"Bastard! Now I’ll carve you into pieces!"
"No—death’s too kind. I’ll trap your spirit to endure endless demons’ gnawing for eternity!"
Emerging from below, the raging Follower cursed while releasing his divine aura to force Mu Lin to kneel.
"Mortal! Kneel!"
His shout carried divine pressure… yet nothing happened.
"???"
The Follower gaped at Mu Lin standing unaffected.
"Impossible! I sealed divine power in that tombstone—you shouldn’t have any mana left!"
He couldn’t comprehend how a mana-less Mu Lin resisted his divinity-tinged aura.
Instead, Mu Lin’s face remained calm.
“You actually believe the Silent Domain alone can suppress me?”
“I avoided battle earlier, but only to conserve strength—not because I lacked a counter.”
He wasn’t boasting.
Against the Silent Domain, Mu Lin wielded the Root Word ‘Fix’.
At full power, ‘Fix’ locked his condition in place.
Silence wiping out all forces? Too bad. My body stays fixed—can’t touch my flesh, mana, or spirit.
In short, ‘Fix’ hard-countered the Silent Domain.
This didn’t render the Domain useless, though.
Limited by his cultivation, ‘Fix’ only protected Mu Lin himself. Any technique he unleashed would still get silenced.
But his physical prowess alone let him rival the follower of Black Mountain.
He’d simply considered the effort wasteful… until now.
The ambush left him no choice but direct confrontation.
*Boom!*
Lightning crackled inside his body as he entered the limit-breaking state.
*Whoosh!*
He lunged, dragon-man claws seizing the follower’s remaining tombstone.
*Crackle!*
Thunder surged from Mu Lin into the stone, scouring the spirit within.
The follower panicked.
The Silent Domain created stalemate—neither could harm the other. Normally, they’d attrition each other.
But Mu Lin stood fresh, while the follower’s corpse-body rotted, its mana withered. No contest.
“Bastard!”
Even insects cling to life. The follower played its final card.
“Release me, mortal! Or I’ll self-destruct this magic device—we both perish!”
The evil gods equipped their divine servants well.
Divinity granted eternal spirits. Strength bred mighty City God Realms. Each bore hidden aces—rare treasures, twisted techniques.
This magic device’s explosion might actually kill Mu Lin.
As the follower prepared its threat, Mu Lin’s relaxed voice cut in:
“Do it.”
The follower scoffed. “Bluffing? My body’s already dead! I’ve nothing left to lose!”
“But you? A rising star! Glorious future! Pretty women!”
“Die here, and it all vanishes. Your woman will mourn—then move on. Ready to gamble?”
It expected fear. Instead, Mu Lin nodded.
“True. Dying here’s a terrible deal.”
The follower’s greed flared. *This bastard ruined everything! I’ll extort more—*
*Make him kill his lovers! Steal his body! Jijiji!*
Mid-fantasy, Mu Lin’s voice came again:
“Dying with you? Bad idea. But why assume you’re worth dying with?”
“Fool! This treasure came from—”
The follower froze.
The voice hadn’t come from the dragon-man before him.
Another Mu Lin stood a kilometer away, hands casually folded.
