Chapter 267
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Chapter 267: Flying Dragon Riding Face, How Could We Lose!
The merit Mu Lin mentioned wasn’t Heavenly Dao merit.
Heaven and earth remained impartial, treating all beings as straw dogs.
To the Heavenly Dao that encompassed all spirituality, there existed no concepts of good or evil, nor distinctions between races.
Under the celestial canopy—whether human, beast, virtuous, wicked, ocean or mountain—all were equal components of the Heavenly Dao.
Thus neither demon cultivators killing people nor Mu Lin executing evildoers counted as meritorious deeds in heaven’s eyes.
In certain circumstances, demon cultivators even served the Heavenly Dao’s purpose.
When excessive cultivators overwhelmed the world’s spiritual energy capacity, demon cultivators ceased being evil—their chaotic battles instead became acts of righteousness.
Without demon cultivators, the Heavenly Dao would unleash calamities to cull cultivator numbers.
"Even the underworld’s contribution lies in balancing yin and yang realms, not promoting virtue."
"The latter belongs to human morality, earning incense-based merit from mortal worship."
Though inferior to Heavenly Dao merit, this human worship merit still held great power—perfect for divine cultivation.
After absorbing this energy, Mu Lin’s city god’s manifestation grew rapidly.
The Manjusaka’s explosive spread combined with his manifestation’s rising value made Mu Lin view demon cultivators differently.
"Worthless? Trash?"
"Living demon cultivators deserve death, but dead ones become valuable!"
Mu Lin urgently deployed more Yin soldiers and ghost officials, capturing increasing numbers of demon cultivators.
This large-scale operation transformed Ping An Ancient Town from demon-ridden territory to crisis-filled hunting grounds.
Yin soldiers and ghost officials now patrolled every corner of the town.
In bloodthirsty fervor, Mu Lin stationed forces at the town gates to capture any arriving demon cultivators.
One… ten… thirty-three… one hundred six… three hundred thirty-six…
Within hours, Mu Lin apprehended three to five hundred targets.
This windfall enraged the demon sects beyond measure.
…
When Mu Lin first mobilized over town deaths, demon sect members watched mockingly.
After the first capture, they felt wronged, accusing Mu Lin of lawlessness.
By the fiftieth capture, some grew uneasy and restrained their activities.
When over a hundred vanished into the City God Realm, alarmed demon cultivators began gathering.
Their convergence at Ping An Ancient Street alerted Young Master Bai Qi and Zombie King Wu.
Hearing of Mu Lin’s mass arrests, they initially disbelieved the reports, utterly perplexed.
"You said what? ‘Lin Qiu’ is arresting demon cultivators everywhere and already caught over three hundred?"
"No way!"
"I know ‘Lin Qiu’s’ cocky, but he can’t be that crazy!"
"Seriously! The Grave Lord inheritance is starting soon, more demon cultivators keep coming. If he lays low, maybe demon sects won’t target him. But arresting everyone? He’s asking for trouble! Is he really that stupid?"
They couldn’t figure out why ‘Lin Qiu’ would do this, or who gave him the guts.
Even Ji Hongyu watching from above felt her scalp crawl at Mu Lin’s actions.
"Kid! What are you doing?!"
She wished she could drag Mu Lin away and yell at him.
But she couldn’t.
With the Grave Lord inheritance approaching, not just regular demon cultivators came – powerful beings from demon sects arrived too.
These included Six Desires Sect, Star-Moon Sect, Yin-Yang Harmony Sect, Seven Killing Sect, Ghost Sect…
But these sect leaders couldn’t team up – they were rivals.
Plus, the inheritance only allowed teenagers under eighteen.
That’s why they’d agreed to Ji Hongyu’s "let kids handle it" proposal earlier.
Now they watched each other. She couldn’t move freely either.
So she had to watch Mu Lin stir up public anger by mass arrests.
What pissed her off more? The snide comments around her.
"Miss Ji, your Demon Exorcism Division sure acts tough." Jing Jing from Yin-Yang Harmony Sect sneered first. "Grabbing everyone? Think you own the Grave Lord inheritance?"
A ghostly voice added: "Not scared we’ll unite? Heh. Guess we’re just gutter rats to you now."
This Ghost Sect member really hated the Exorcism Division.
"Congratulations in advance, Miss Ji…" Six Desires Sect’s voice dripped sarcasm.
…
None of these demon sect leaders thought Mu Lin would survive this mess.
Getting kicked out would be lucky. He might die here.
Even Ping An Ancient Street’s Exorcism Division could get slaughtered.
Then things got worse.
Cornered by Mu Lin, free demon cultivators at Ping An Ancient Street quickly formed an alliance.
"Let’s team up! You saw how ‘Lin Qiu’ treats us – no peace talks, just wants us all dead!"
"If we don’t resist together, our only fate is being picked off one by one or fleeing Ping An Ancient Town."
"You want to abandon the Grave Lord inheritance, slink away with tails between your legs, and let ‘Lin Qiu’ keep it all?"
"Never!"
"Damn it! He took my grandson hostage – we can’t let him escape!"
"They say Lin Qiu looted Ping An Ancient Town’s stockpiled resources. Now his lair overflows with spiritual materials…"
This revelation ignited killing intent in nearly every listener.
…
Truth be told, demon cultivators cared little about Mu Lin’s insults. Free demon cultivators and low-ranking disciples spent most days being chased by the Demon Exorcism Division and righteous sects – dignity was foreign to them.
Losing family and friends meant nothing either, since demon sects held no strong family bonds.
But Mu Lin’s attempt to seize the Grave Lord inheritance for himself? That struck a nerve.
What truly mattered to demon cultivators was profit.
When rumors spread that Mu Lin had plundered most resources from Ping An Ancient Street, their eyes turned green with greed.
Their eagerness to act stemmed not just from greed, but also from realizing their numbers dwarfed Mu Lin’s "weak" forces.
A child flaunting gold in a crowded market? Their killing intent became unstoppable.
Then came the final push – the Ping An Ancient Street faction’s arrival.
If anything, the ancient street dwellers hated Mu Lin more fiercely than demon cultivators. They’d only held back earlier because their youths couldn’t match him.
Their original plan involved waiting for demon sect elites like holy sons or descendants of evil gods to deal with Mu Lin.
None predicted ‘Lin Qiu’s’ sheer recklessness.
"Heaven’s wrath can be pardoned, but self-made disasters can’t! Insulting us wasn’t enough – now you provoke all demon sects? Lin Qiu, you’re seeking your own doom!"
"Hah! To destroy someone, first drive them mad. You’ve angered too many, Lin Qiu – your fate’s sealed!"
"You slaughtered my kinsmen and shamed us! Arrogance blinds you, Lin Qiu – today you die!"
…
The gathering swarm of free demon cultivators already felt unbeatable. With Ping An Ancient Street’s forces joining, their confidence soared.
United, demon disciples and street dwellers couldn’t imagine losing.
"Thousand against one! What can Lin Qiu do against us?"
"Victory’s assured!"
"Move faster! More people means less loot if we’re late!"
Some demon cultivators even started bickering over spoils distribution beforehand.
Eager for riches, one impetuous cultivator charged toward Mu Lin’s position.
The dam broke – hundreds followed.
"Woooo…"
As nearly a thousand demon cultivators unleashed their powers, the sky darkened with demonic energy. Vengeful spirits and evil ghosts wailed through the choking air.
This terrifying spectacle left Ji Hongyu frantic with worry.
