Chapter 250
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Chapter 250: Strange Army at Night
With a slightly strange expression, the palace-dressed man, Si Ye, departed.
Mu Lin turned his gaze to Yan Yunyu and comforted her.
"Don’t think I’m being unfair."
"When considering merits and contributions to the Team, Yunyu, your efforts surpass Lingluo’s. I’ve witnessed all your dedication. But the divinity I obtained mainly relates to Lingluo and did not have any particularly suitable for you. My apologies."
Hearing this, Yan Yunyu shook her head immediately. "No need to apologize, Mu brother. My current gains are sufficient. Due to your power and talent, many watch me closely as your companion. I’ve gathered ample fortune and influence – within three to five months, this humble one will break through to Spirit Sea and advance to Refining the Evil."
"Beyond personal strength, the clan leaders of noble families show me respect because I manage the True Meaning Diagram of doppelgänger cultivation."
"Such power and status were unimaginable to me before. I’m already content."
At this point, Mu Lin thought she had truly moved past the matter. But her next words flustered him.
"This humble one now desires nothing except to repay you, Mu brother. I wish to attend to you at night too."
*Ahem.* "I gave Lingluo divinity not because she… submitted to me…"
He trailed off mid-sentence.
His own words rang hollow.
Mu Lin knew divinity’s immense value – rare and unattainable by force. Had Lingluo not become his wife, baring her heart completely, he wouldn’t have granted her the wilted divinity despite its perfect compatibility.
Dual Cultivation opened women’s hearts fastest, yet also men’s. When the partner remained pure and devoted solely to him, the effect multiplied.
After a pause, Mu Lin nodded without refusal. "Come tonight."
"…Yes."
Though normally composed, Yan Yunyu now flushed crimson.
As the atmosphere grew charged, Dongfang Ya coughed pointedly from the side.
"Hey! Have you forgotten there’s company here?"
Her flat chest heaved slightly in irritation. Hands on hips, she snapped, "Anything else? If not, I’m leaving!"
Mu Lin quickly interjected, "Wait! I need to practice a dangerous cultivation method. Please oversee the formation, Teacher Dongfang."
"Then get on with it!"
…
After Dongfang Ya’s outburst, Yan Yunyu fled with burning cheeks.
Thick-skinned Mu Lin quickly regained composure. Under Teacher Dongfang’s watchful eyes, he summoned paper figures to assemble the Sky Wall Palace Formation.
*Hum!*
As the formation activated, the surrounding air solidified.
A shimmering phantom palace materialized around Mu Lin.
In the next moment, as Mu Lin focused his mind to communicate with a mysterious realm, mournful weeping echoed around him. Paper money fluttered down, stained with foul blood. Mu Lin had summoned the forbidden power of Heaven’s Funeral.
Seeing this, Dongfang Ya’s casual expression immediately turned grave. She turned to the newly manifested Mu Lin and demanded, "What are you doing?"
"Recruiting some subordinates."
While they spoke, the Substitute Paper Figure of Mu Lin at the Sky Wall Palace Formation’s core fully connected with the land of Heaven’s Funeral. Unlike previous attempts, Mu Lin didn’t resist the corrosive power this time—he actively drew it in. Instead of channeling all the energy inside his body, he closed his eyes and focused on linking with the weeping specter, continuously pulling its power into his vessel.
"Wuuu…"
Through Mu Lin’s unresisted connection, the eerie weeping soon resonated within the Substitute Paper Figure. As the cries intensified, the paper figure transformed—its skin whitened, its frame grew slender, and a semi-transparent mourning veil shrouded its face. The fully corrupted figure became the weeping specter.
Dongfang Ya’s brows furrowed, her hand twitching to act. Mu Lin stopped her. "Wait. I can manage this."
"Seal!"
A glowing "seal" character appeared on the paper figure’s forehead. The instant it manifested, soul-binding energy surged through the paper body.
"Wuuu…"
But the single seal couldn’t fully suppress the specter. As sorrowful wails continued, the Soul Sealing Technique’s power dwindled while grief thickened the air. Fortunately, this place held more than just the paper figure—over a hundred Yin soldiers and ghost officials stood arrayed nearby.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Guided by Mu Lin, the spectral forces combined their strength with the sealing art. Together, they finally imprisoned the weeping specter within the Substitute Paper Figure.
"Hummm…"
When the seal completed, the life-sized paper figure collapsed into a flat sheet. The folded paper now bore the image of the veiled weeping specter instead of Mu Lin’s likeness. With a wave, Mu Lin summoned the sealed paper and studied it intently.
However, after staring briefly, faint weeping echoed in Mu Lin’s mind. The Soul Sealing Technique alone couldn’t fully suppress the weeping specter.
Even as a mere projection with limited power, the specter persisted. Fortunately, Mu Lin had the Root Word ‘Fix’.
When he carved the binding character onto folded paper, the weeping specter’s power instantly froze within that thin sheet.
His goal became clear.
Feeling inadequate, he turned his attention to the strange forces lurking in the land of Heaven’s Funeral.
“The Yin soldiers and ghost officials are capable, and Zhong Kui the night demon is strong, but their powers are too ordinary.”
“If necessary, righteousness can counter strangeness. But with Paper Figure Soul Sealing, I’ll raise an army of specters—let the Strange Army at Night march!”
…
As a Yin Court magistrate, he’d command ghost officials and Yin soldiers.
As a ghost king, he’d unleash the Strange Army at Night. Controlling both light and dark, this was Mu Lin’s grand plan.
But one specter wasn’t enough.
Another Substitute Paper Figure soon reached the Sky Wall Palace Formation’s core, drawing the City of Heaven’s Funeral’s forbidden power.
This time, Mu Lin summoned a sickness specter…
Summoning and sealing one after another, his stack of paper grew thick.
“They’re not tamed yet… but I can still unleash them. Unsealed, they’ll attack all living things.”
“Good for causing chaos.”
“But that’s crude. If the Heart Lamp of Will’s flame subdues them, this army will truly obey.”
With Yin soldiers and specters, Mu Lin anticipated the Grave Lord examination in a month.
…
While Mu Lin worked, Dongfang Ya stood guard—the forbidden land hid dangers. He feared attracting true horrors while recruiting subordinates.
He’d brought her as insurance.
Elsewhere, the Savior Organization convened.
They debated evading Yuzhou’s warrants, recruiting talents, and destroying cultists and specters. Their solution? Reports.
“We’re not enemies of the state. Let officials handle evil gods and specters—just leak the information.”
Next, they discussed secret realms.
Heaven and humanity’s self-preservation triggered realm openings to empower people. Most offered both risk and reward.
They chose which to avoid and which to claim.
The Grave Lord inheritance, opening in six weeks, dominated discussions.
“Top-tier inheritance tied to Heaven’s Funeral. Mustn’t let cultists claim it.”
“Zuo Li, recruit righteous Yin Eight Sect disciples.”
“Understood!”
Zuo Li hesitated.
“Leader, Mu Lin already knows. With him, isn’t it secure?”
Having witnessed Mu Lin’s power during the realm battle, Zuo Li trusted him.
The leader disagreed.
“Mu Lin’s gifted but unripe. The inheritance allows entrants under eighteen—including youths three years his senior.”
“Nobles, demon sect elites, ancient clans—they rule this world. Mu Lin can’t match them.”
“Cultists will send divine children too. Mu Lin might gain scraps, but the City of Heaven’s Funeral’s core inheritance? Impossible.”
