Chapter 382

Chapter 382: I Am the Grand Scheme, Confronting Earth Immortals! (Requesting Monthly Votes, Subscriptions)

The sudden eerie weeping made the master of Jinyin Gate and the elders’ hearts shudder. Instinctively, they turned to look sideways.

Then they witnessed a scene that nearly made their eyes burst.

Over a hundred younger disciples of Jinyin Gate were staring at them with ghostly gazes – eyes stripped of kindness, filled only with eerie hatred and killing intent.

Seeing these malevolent stares, the master and elders finally understood. Before their arrival, Mu Lin had already corrupted their offspring and juniors.

Their rage intensified when recalling their precautions. To guard against Mu Lin’s revenge, they’d not only gathered their sect’s talented disciples but also summoned their own children for protection within the sect. Only elder-level members knew about this security measure.

Yet Mu Lin had wiped them all out.

"Guang’er…"

"No! Wenyan…"

"How dare you be this cruel!"

"Evil ghost! Have you no human conscience? Killing our race’s talents – you’re humanity’s greatest traitor!"

The Jinyin Gate elders roared while their master stood frozen, staring at the carnage. Mu Lin’s assault hadn’t just destroyed his family – it had exterminated their entire younger generation of talents.

This meant Jinyin Gate would face a generational gap. No compensation from East Sea King could mend this devastation.

Truthfully, the sect master now felt regret. He’d never imagined Mu Lin would strike first with such ruthlessness. Blinded by fury, he joined the accusations:

"Monster! Have you no humanity? Our disciples were innocent! Come at me if you want revenge! Bullying the weak, slaughtering our race – what kind of hero are you?"

The enraged leaders cursed viciously, their eyes promising murder. Yet Mu Lin remained calm.

"I warned you repeatedly. Oppose me, and you’ll pay unbearably. You ignored my advice. Your disciples’ deaths are your own doing."

"As for humanity and conscience…" Mu Lin chuckled mockingly. "You forfeited the right to lecture when you first bullied the weak and harmed innocents."

"The instigator reaps consequences. Since you broke rules first, why shouldn’t I? Did you think only you could cheat while I play fair?"

"Don’t be ridiculous. Those who strike first must endure retaliation!"

Some elders fell silent. In this age of blood feuds, their full-scale attack on a young genius like Mu Lin naturally invited total retaliation.

Yet self-reflection comes hard when grieving dead kin, hearts choked with rage.

At this moment, some people fell silent, but others angrily shouted: "We did make mistakes, but are you completely blameless? You slaughtered young talents – you’re evil ghosts, a traitor, humanity’s worst criminal!"

The accusing cultivator’s eyes reddened, but something unexpected happened next. Facing their charges, Mu Lin didn’t completely deny them. Instead, he nodded and said: "You’re right about one thing. I’m indeed not a good person, nor do I want to be a good person who gets guns pointed at him."

Shrugging carelessly, Mu Lin added:

"I follow the rule of repaying sevenfold to those who harm me. I actually like the villain title."

"But while I accept being called a villain, I refuse those ‘humanity’s traitor’ or ‘big picture destroyer’ labels – those fit you people better. My talents surpass everyone in Jinyin Gate, and my value to humanity outweighs yours all. Therefore, I am the big picture. Humanity’s big picture is me."

"Daring to oppose me makes you the real traitors – the true murderers of humanity’s hope!"

"…"

"…"

Mu Lin’s reply silenced many Jinyin Gate elders. First, they hadn’t expected him to embrace the villain label and reject being "good", making their accusations feel futile like punching cotton.

Good people get guns pointed at them. Good people need to prove their innocence. But what’s the use of accusing someone who openly admits he’s not good?

Second, none anticipated such arrogance – this youth actually claimed to embody humanity’s entire future.

Soon someone spat contemptuously: "You? Represent humanity?"

"Why not? My talents surpass your entire Jinyin Gate. I’ve beaten all young masters from the North and South Aristocrats into submission. When I call myself the human race’s greatest genius, who dares object?"

"…"

His undeniable arguments left them speechless.

As they stewed in silence, Mu Lin suddenly turned to Jinyin Gate’s leader and smiled: "Finished your inspections? You must’ve realized your disciples can’t be saved."

The sect leader and elders’ hearts sank. Their earlier restraint wasn’t accidental – when the first disciple moved to shield Mu Lin, others followed with strange expressions, forming a human wall around him.

Attacking now would mean fighting their own junior disciples – many being their own offspring. How could they strike?

Though aware of what the disciples’ strange behavior implied, they clung to slim hopes of saving their children. They’d been buying time with words while secretly investigating.

Mu Lin knew this but didn’t care – he needed time too. While they inspected, he’d been nurturing the Other Shore Flower and gathering power.

Now his preparations were complete.

"Hum!"

As Mu Lin focused his mind, a vast and eerie force suddenly tore through space, crashing down upon him and the surrounding cultivators.

This power caused Mu Lin’s aura to surge rapidly. In moments, he broke through the threshold of the combining Essence and Evil realm, ascending to the level of High Mastery of Transformation. Even within that realm, his Cultivation was far from weak.

Yet this came at a price… The younger generation elites of Jinyin Gate around him trembled violently, blood streaming from their eyes, ears, noses, and mouths as if crushed by endless pressure.

They truly were bearing an immense burden.

With his Grandmaster-level Substitute Paper Figure and the quantum transmission ability gained during his paper figure’s advancement, Mu Lin couldn’t transfer his full power to the paper substitutes—but seventy to eighty percent flowed effortlessly.

The problem wasn’t the transfer, but whether the paper figures could endure such power.

Paper figures from the Yin Eight Sect and its paper folders were never famed for durability. Their reputation rested on two traits: unsettling abilities and dirt-cheap cost.

A single breath and sheet of paper could create a paper servant, making them infinitely more convenient than a Puppet Master’s creations.

But this meant no ordinary paper figure could withstand Mu Lin’s might. Not even the thousand-year Sui Mu paper sufficed.

Fortunately, Mu Lin excelled in formations. When one paper figure failed, he could link hundreds into formations to channel his power.

Though Jinyin Gate lacked paper figures, its elites—marked by the Other Shore Flower in their hearts—had become his living Vessels.

Through them, Mu Lin’s power manifested.

"Using their strength spares my paper reserves… though it’s rather hard on the volunteers."

Even as he mused, several cultivators collapsed, bodies rupturing under the crushing pressure.

This sight shattered the master of Jinyin Gate’s composure.

“Cease!”

Mu Lin ignored the command, driving the enraged master to act.

“I said CEASE!”

*BOOM!*

The master’s roar brought crushing force bearing down on Mu Lin. The very air turned viscous as amber, rejecting and trying to seal him away.

But unlike before—when a single feeble paper figure had left him helpless as a trapped insect—Mu Lin now wielded seventy percent of his true strength.

“City God Realm—*expand!*”

“Old fool, you’re not the only one with a domain!”

*HUM!*

As the master’s power pressed inward, Mu Lin’s City God Realm erupted across Jinyin Gate. Two colossal domains collided, reality itself groaning under the strain.

*CRACK!*

The clashing realms quaked the earth and stained the sky. At the storm’s eye, Mu Lin didn’t flinch—he laughed wildly.

“Finally… a real fight!”

“Let’s measure the gap between me and an Earth Immortal!”

*HMMMMMMMM!*