Chapter 259
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Chapter 259: Mu Lin: I Still Prefer Your Arrogant Attitudes
"Who?!"
The sudden capture sent the second-generation members of Ping An Ancient Street flying into rage.
They struggled desperately against their restraints.
But it proved futile.
The divinity silence had been purified through the Divine Water from Chu family and merged into Mu Lin’s binding character.
Now his Yin soldiers’ Soul Binding Chains carried inherent silencing properties.
Once captured, enemies found their magic, soul power, and special abilities silenced.
Powerful foes might break free,
but these Ping An Ancient Street youths stood no chance.
"Bastard! Do you know who—"
"CRACK!"
Frustrated by their helplessness, the captives began hurling insults.
Mu Lin showed no mercy.
Before the curses fully formed, Yin soldiers whipped their chains across the offenders.
"CRACK!"
"AAARGH!!"
The soul-rending strikes drew wretched screams.
Some victims soiled themselves before collapsing unconscious.
"Cease this!"
"Identify yourself!"
The commotion drew immediate attention.
Demon Exorcism Division enforcers closed in while Ping An Ancient Street staff charged forward, eyes blazing.
Seeing their young masters abused enraged the crowd.
Had their heirs not been restrained, violence would’ve erupted instantly.
Even now, threats filled the air:
"Release our young master, bastard!"
"You’ll die for this!"
"That’s Young Master Bai Qi’s grandson! Your entire bloodline will pay!"
The workers’ furious shouts emboldened Bai Qi’s descendant. Feeling safer now, his fear turned to renewed fury:
"Kill him! Tear him apart! I want his corpse in—"
"CRACK!"
"Ah!!!"
"If you dare hit me, I’ll kill you! Your whole family will die…"
"Smack!"
"Smack!"
"Smack!"
Mu Lin showed no mercy to the fool who’d provoked him. At his order, the Yin soldiers whipped the Soul Binding Chains repeatedly against the grandson of Young Master Bai Qi.
The fierce whipping made the spoiled young master scream and wail endlessly. Mu Lin’s ruthless strikes completely crushed his arrogant demeanor.
The Bai family shopkeeper and servants watched in bone-chilling terror.
"Stop! Stop now!"
"Bastard! Stop this instant!"
"Please! We beg you, stop!"
The shopkeeper and servants nearly choked on their panic as they shouted. Their desperation didn’t come from loyalty, but from pure fear of Young Master Bai Qi’s wrath. They knew if this grandson died, none would survive.
Some even dropped to their knees, pleading with Mu Lin. Though they knelt, none dared attack – not while Mu Lin held all their young masters hostage.
Ordinary folk might’ve gambled on an attacker’s hesitation. But Mu Lin kept beating the youths without restraint, showing zero regard for their lives. The Bai family’s servants didn’t dare test him – they knew beyond doubt that any move against Mu Lin would get every hostage slaughtered.
Mu Lin ignored their cries. The Yin soldiers kept whipping until Young Master Bai Qi’s grandson lay broken – tendons snapped, bones shattered, his very soul nearly torn apart. Only when certain the youth would never recover did Mu Lin finally look at him.
His voice stayed calm and quiet. Yet now, everyone listened.
"You claimed no one dared strike you. I did. How does it feel?"
The young master’s body convulsed violently, too terrified to speak. Mu Lin’s merciless beating had carved pure dread into his bones.
Seeing this pitiful reaction, Mu Lin shook his head in boredom.
"I liked your cocky attitude better from earlier."
After speaking, Mu Lin looked at the other spoiled brats and said calmly,
"What about the rest of you? Who runs Ping An Ancient County now?"
"You!"
"Definitely you, boss!"
These guys hated Mu Lin’s guts, but they were spoiled brats, not fools. Mu Lin had beaten Young Master Bai Qi’s grandson to a pulp, breaking his bones and scattering his soul. They knew they weren’t any tougher.
So they kept quiet, not daring to provoke him. Their cowardice bored Mu Lin even more.
Meanwhile, the stewards and workers of Ping An Ancient Street realized threats didn’t work on Mu Lin, so they turned to Commander Mi.
"Commander Mi! Someone’s killing our people in your Demon Exorcism Division base! Aren’t you gonna stop this?"
Commander Mi had no desire to intervene—he’d been enjoying the show. *Now you remember me? Where was your respect earlier?*
But since this happened on Demon Exorcism Division grounds, he had to act. Sighing, he approached Mu Lin. "And you are… young man?"
"Lin Qiu."
The one who’d beaten them was Mu Lin, but he’d shifted his limbs to take Lin Qiu’s form. His grandfather’s sudden arrival had made Mu Lin suspect a trap, so he’d prepared this identity. The Demon Exorcism Division’s seal was registered under Lin Qiu, not Mu Lin.
Tossing his token to Commander Mi, ‘Lin Qiu’ said mildly, "We’re comrades, Commander. No need for ‘young man.’"
"Comrades?"
Commander Mi frowned until he inspected the token. His eyes widened. "A Silver Demon Exorcist! You’re one of us!"
"Here for a trial."
"Demon Exorcism Division bastards! You want war?!"
"Release our young master, or Third Master will skin you alive!"
"Even if you let him go, Young Master Bai Qi will hunt you down!"
Learning Mu Lin was from the Division, the stewards’ fear faded. They started shouting threats again—odd, given how thoroughly he’d crushed them earlier.
But Mu Lin understood.
Good people make easy targets.
In the eyes of Ping An Ancient Street residents, Mu Lin as a Demon Exorcist should protect civilians and be a virtuous man who could be threatened by them.
They were wrong—Mu Lin had never been merciful.
He wished to save the world and ensure universal prosperity, but only for his own world and his people.
His domineering arrogance rendered Mu Lin utterly unrestrained.
When the crowd began shouting, Mu Lin instantly summoned over a hundred Beiwai Army soldiers and ordered annihilation.
“Your mob threatens a Demon Exorcist! Death sentence—kill!”
“Boom!”
At Mu Lin’s command, the hundred Beiwai soldiers surged forth like thunder.
Swift as lightning, unstoppable as mountains.
The legend-enhanced Beiwai Army naturally exuded overwhelming momentum.
With Sky Wall Palace Formation aiding them, their coordinated charge became an avalanche of destruction.
“Rumble…”
“No!”
“You attack us? Don’t fear chaos in Ping An Ancient Town…?”
“Bastard! I’ll tear you apart…”
Though Ping An Ancient Street’s stewards possessed decent combat skills, they crumbled before the Beiwai onslaught.
Watching this, Mu Lin nodded approvingly.
“Correct. The finest Yin soldiers come not from random recruits, but from converting heroic spirits of ancient battlefields.”
…
While Beiwai troops hunted down fleeing stewards, Mu Lin barked orders at Demon Exorcism Division members: “By Silver Medal authority—attack!”
Most local Demon Exorcists hesitated.
Commander Mi’s intervention increased their reluctance.
“Cease fighting, Commander Lin! Stop this madness!”
Commander Mi’s peacemaking attempts met Mu Lin’s utter disregard.
Infuriated yet helpless, the soft-spoken commander kept pleading—too timid to anger either Ping An Ancient Street factions or the explosive-tempered “Lin Qiu”.
During this vacillation, Beiwai cavalry had already shattered enemy ranks through repeated charges, scattering survivors.
Yet the fleeing foes showed defiance rather than fear:
“Bastard! You’ll pay!”
“Young Master Bai Qi will destroy you!”
“You’ve doomed Ping An Ancient Town, traitor!”
Even Commander Mi lamented miserably:
“Disaster! Lin Qiu, you’ve caused catastrophe!”
Mu Lin frowned impatiently:
“What disaster?”
“Ping An Ancient County will erupt! The street factions maintained order, but now…”
“Kill all troublemakers. No people—no problems.”
“What?!”
