Chapter 248
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Chapter 248: How Can We Save the World Alongside These Vermin
As Dongfang Ya had predicted, the situation in the Southeast Province changed instantly after the assessment concluded.
On the day Mu Lin and his group emerged, grieving powerful clans whose children perished united to pressure Yuhu Academy and Yuzhou’s authorities into issuing warrants against the Cult and launching full-scale operations against cultists.
The authorities complied—they had no choice.
Such a horrific incident could cost countless officials their positions if reported to higher powers by these influential families.
To avoid this fate, they acted decisively.
Moreover, the mastermind’s actions revealed harsh truths—the so-called divine people held no respect for mortals and proved weaker than imagined.
Despite their full efforts to kill Mu Lin, he survived unharmed.
Their inadequate strength and low status after surrender shattered illusions.
With no benefits to gain, betrayals snowballed.
Most Cult collaborators—landlords, gangsters, river pirates—had hedged bets. When tides turned, many leaked information to authorities, enabling Demon Exorcism Division raids.
While Yuzhou initially suppressed some cultists, the evil gods’ retaliation came swiftly.
Daily blood sacrifices engulfed multiple towns, entire populations slaughtered as offerings. Villages fell like wheat before scythes.
These rituals summoned waves of divine servants, messengers, even divine children into the mortal realm.
Chaos consumed Yuzhou and neighboring provinces.
Mu Lin struggled to comprehend.
"Have those local aristocrats gone mad? How can they ignore sacrificial rituals destroying villages and towns?"
Yan Yunyu, standing nearby, answered coldly: "They’re not mad, Mu brother. They simply don’t view commoners as human."
Her words struck like lightning. Mu Lin suddenly remembered his previous life’s ideals—flawed yet persistent notions of equality absent here.
In this world, bloodline dictated worth. Royalty and powerful clans preached inherent superiority, breeding contempt for "mud-legged" commoners.
If cultists sacrificed only peasants, landlords would shrug—or collaborate for shared gains.
This wasn’t unique. In his past life, landowners flooded fields to expand holdings, merchants betrayed kin to Qing invaders.
Unthinkable betrayals. Unforgivable crimes.
"Can any good come from working with these vermin?"
"Cultists must die. Traitorous landlords must die."
"This filthy world needs purging."
The normally restrained Mu Lin resolved to eradicate all unworthy of humanity.
Of course, he wouldn’t speak of this matter, planning to act only after his strength grew sufficiently.
This urgency fueled Mu Lin’s desire to become stronger.
Ever since returning from the Tower of Illusions and learning of Yuance and Chu Hongxuan’s deaths, Mu Lin had thrown himself into cultivation—determined not to end up a short-lived genius.
Though his power advanced swiftly with the Time Tower’s resources, a lingering sense of danger haunted him.
He remembered his teacher’s warning from days prior:
“Mu Lin, you’re in grave peril. Your actions during the illusion made you a thorn in the cultists’ flesh. Trouble will follow you relentlessly. Stay within Yuhu Academy or Anping Taoist Palace, even if ordered otherwise…”
Mu Lin wasn’t foolhardy enough to ignore such counsel.
Yet hiding felt stifling. He yearned to roam freely once his power matched his ambitions.
Resolve hardened within him.
“Yunyu, summon Teacher Dongfang Ya and Chu Lingluo’s mother. And what of my grandfather’s situation?”
Yan Yunyu, who’d been attending nearby, answered promptly: “Mu brother, I arranged for your grandfather’s relocation to Yuzhou City after your return from the tower. He’s safe.”
“My thanks.”
“No need for formalities between us.”
As Yan Yunyu departed, Mu Lin summoned Zhong Kui’s manifestation. Through its translucent form, he studied the silent divinity and divinity of delight within.
The looming crisis drove him to consume both.
The silent divinity would merge with the Root Word ‘Fix’ as planned. For the divinity of delight, he’d found unexpected purpose.
“Manjusaka—the Other Shore Flower bearing Life and Death Illusion attributes. Infusing delight’s divinity could amplify its illusory nature.”
He envisioned enemies’ emotional turmoil feeding the flower’s growth once implanted. The thought brought fleeting satisfaction, then bitter irony.
Chu Lingluo’s fortune was uncanny. Though naturally gifted with a pure heart, her cultivation speed had merely been exceptional—until their Dual Cultivation.
That fateful day, Mu Lin channeled his death insights into the Other Shore Flower, balancing her Emerald Dream against the Other Shore through yin and yang. Her supportive abilities gained lethal edges—blossoming Other Shore Flowers now lured foes toward demise, explaining how she’d survived the Tree of Corpses.
……
The previous enhancements paled compared to current opportunities. All three divinities Mu Lin obtained—death, decay, delight—served Chu Lingluo’s growth. The decay divinity’s link to life cycles made her ideal for its integration.
The Divine Death and the divinity of delight were used by Mu Lin himself, but during their Dual Cultivation, he also assisted Chu Lingluo with adjustments.
This meant Chu Lingluo only needed to comprehend the power of life from the Other Shore Flower’s four qualities of Life and Death Illusion. Mu Lin would infuse the remaining powers to aid her cultivation.
“With three divinities supporting her, her growth in power might become absurdly fast… Wait, could Chu Lingluo overtake Yan Yunyu and become the Chu family’s current Legitimate Son?”
“Hiss…”
The idea shocked Mu Lin.
After careful consideration, he had to admit it was possible.
After all, Mu Lin boosted her strength while her mother handled strategies. Together, they might push her into the Legitimate Son position.
Even her main rival, Chu Hongxuan, had died in the secret realm…
“Wait—Chu Hongxuan isn’t truly dead. The Heavenly Technique Qingdi Scripture lives up to its reputation. It lets deceased Chu family members resurrect through their contracted divine tree.”
“But this process will drain Chu Hongxuan’s vitality and waste his time. With her rising and his falling, he’ll lose any chance to rival Chu Lingluo.”
Realizing this, Mu Lin was stunned to find the “chosen one” right beside him.
While Mu Lin pondered, Yan Yunyu swiftly summoned Dongfang Ya and Chu Lingluo’s mother.
Before their arrival, an ordinary-looking man approached him.
Mu Lin initially ignored the stranger—he’d been cultivating outside the Time Tower, which wasn’t private property. Visitors were normal.
Only when the man marched straight toward him did Mu Lin grow wary.
“Who are you?”
Seeing Mu Lin’s alertness, the man raised his hands hastily. “No threat! I’m from the Savior Organization.”
Mu Lin’s suspicion deepened instead of fading.
“The Savior Organization? You dare show your face?”
A dangerous glint flashed in Mu Lin’s eyes.
Recently, the powerful clans had hunted evil god cultists while investigating the mastermind behind his abduction.
Mu Lin soon discovered the orchestrator was the Savior Organization—the same group that once invited him to join.
Enraged nobles who’d lost heirs branded them wanted criminals alongside cultists.
Mu Lin himself held no goodwill for those who’d nearly gotten him killed.
Unfazed by the hostility, the man declared firmly, “We’re wanted, but admit it—we did good. Without us exposing the rot, cultists would’ve spread like plague. We’re the real saviors.”
Mu Lin struggled to refute this.
In his past life, he’d condemn sacrificing lives for salvation. But this world rewarded selfishness.
Compared to clans tolerating cultists for profit, the flawed Savior Organization seemed righteous.
Still, having been dragged into their schemes, Mu Lin felt zero sympathy.
“Why are you here? Don’t say you’re recruiting me again.”
“We are. Our methods were harsh, but you lost nothing, right?”
True—Mu Lin’s survival let him tolerate them. Had he suffered losses, he’d have labeled them traitors.
Mu Lin said lightly, “Enough jokes. State your purpose.”
“To apologize and invite you. Seems the invitation fails.”
“Words alone settle this?”
“No. To mend relations, our leader shares news: On November 27th, the Yin Eight Sect’s Grave Lord inheritance awakens in Ping An Ancient County.”
“There lies your sect’s ultimate secrets, lost techniques, perfect resources, and how to control the City of Heaven’s Funeral.”
“If you want to survive the coming storm, go claim what’s yours!”
