The Ming Dynasty in Another World: People are in the Heavenly Prison, and Wuji becomes a Taoist

What is an enemy immortal?

A vengeful spirit is a malevolent spirit formed from the lingering resentment of someone who committed a blood feud in a past or present life.

If someone is entangled by an evil spirit, they will suffer from illness and misfortune in all aspects of life.

In severe cases, unexpected disasters may strike, leading to the destruction of families and even death.

Ordinary people just think it's bad luck, but they don't know that it's an invisible spirit causing trouble in the dark.

The Xuan Yin Sect, where Meng Dehai was located, practiced evil techniques to control such spiritual entities.

Most disciples in the sect choose to refine "Enmity Immortals" because the Enmity Immortals are full of resentment and have a fierce aura, which is extremely compatible with the Xuan Yin Technique.

Only a very few extremely lucky people can encounter a gentle and protective "celestial being".

Having lived alongside such malevolent spirits for many years, most members of the Xuan Yin Sect have become mentally twisted and prone to mood swings.

However, not everyone is born with malevolence, so in order to refine the Immortal of Hatred, the Xuan Yin Sect did not hesitate to commit evil deeds—

Cases of murdering entire families and seizing wives to wipe out the family line are commonplace.

Therefore, it was regarded as a heretical sect by orthodox sects such as Longhu Mountain, Maoshan Mountain, and Qingcheng Mountain, and was deeply hated by them.

These secrets are something that no one but a member of the Taoist community could possibly know.

Lin Mo only gained some knowledge of the sect by reading through its ancient texts.

Seeing Lin Mo remain silent, the spirit hissed and threatened again: "You can't kill me... If you kill me, my father will wipe out your entire family!"

A cold smile flickered across Lin Mo's lips.

"Exterminate my entire family? I'm sick of hearing that."

He unleashed his true energy, and the scorching pure yang energy penetrated his spirit like a branding iron.

The Chou Immortal immediately let out a shrill scream, and his figure became increasingly transparent.

Lin Mo had already vaguely guessed the origin of this evil spirit.

In order to refine the "Purely Vile Immortal," the Xuan Yin Sect often employs an extreme method—

He sent his disciples into the world to find a woman of strong will, to seduce her, and to fall in love with her.

Wait until the other person is deeply in love and has no reservations before suddenly betraying them and cruelly murdering them.

The hatred transformed from extreme love is the very source of their long-desired refinement.

Even more extreme cases involve waiting for the woman to become pregnant and give birth, then raising the child together for several years.

When the affection and dependence are at their deepest, they kill the mother in front of the child, and then torture the child to death.

The resulting vengeful immortal possesses boundless hatred and deep resentment, making its power far beyond what is ordinary.

The spirit before them still appeared to be middle-aged, while the real Meng Dehai was probably an old monster nearing the end of his life.

Perhaps the assassins of Huang Quan Yin had never seen Meng Dehai's true form, and only mistook this Qiu Xian for "Huang Quan Zuo Shi".

A murderous intent flashed in Lin Mo's eyes.

Finally, Qiu Xian completely broke down, letting out a desperate roar: "Father—save me!"

Before he could finish speaking, his whole body trembled violently, his spirit shaking as if he were about to explode and die at any moment!

Lin Mo focused his attention and became vigilant, but saw that Qiu Xian suddenly stopped moving, his eyes becoming empty and dull, as if he had been suddenly taken over by something invisible.

Then, he slowly raised his head and spoke in an old and low voice, sounding unfamiliar: "Young friend, today's matter is nothing but a misunderstanding."

"Please have mercy and spare my son."

Lin Mo's eyes sharpened.

It seems that Meng Dehai was able to remotely control this spirit body through some kind of secret method.

Such methods are indeed bizarre and unpredictable; the opponent's cultivation level is probably far beyond expectations.

But Lin Mo's strength did not diminish at all; the pure Yang energy flowed through his palm like lava.

"Are you Meng Dehai?"

The spirit nodded stiffly, its voice aged: "It is indeed I."

"The ones who usually do evil outside must be you, this 'Vengeful Immortal'?"

"Oh? You actually know Qiu Xian?"

The spirit's tone was slightly surprised.

"Of course I know."

Lin Mo sneered and increased the force of his fingertips by three points, causing the Yin Spirit's form to fluctuate.

"If I were to fall under your spell today, and you were to say it was a misunderstanding, would you be merciful?"

Meng Dehai remained silent for a moment, then the spirit spoke, "Alright, I promise I will no longer interfere in your grudges with the Guide and the Yellow Spring Guide, is that alright?"

"not good."

Lin Mo shook his head.

"Fellow!"

The spirit's voice suddenly became urgent.

"My son and I have cultivated together for decades, which has not been easy. Please be lenient! I will burn incense day and night in the future to pray for my fellow Daoist and repay this kindness!"

Hearing this, Lin Mo's sarcastic expression deepened.

“I came here not only for the Blood Demon, but also for you. Since I promised Ao En to take your life, I must keep my word.”

Seeing that Lin Mo was unmoved by reason, the Yin Spirit's eyes suddenly flashed with resentment and venom.

"I see you really are the type to refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit! If you dare to kill my son, I swear by the founder of the Xuan Yin Sect, I will wipe out your entire family, leaving not a single chicken or dog alive!"

"If you have that ability, I'm ready to serve you anytime."

Lin Mo said no more. He rapidly circulated the Xuanyuan Inner Classic, and the dragon energy in the Dragon Vein and Earth Diagram within his body surged out.

The pure Yang energy, mixed with the majestic dragon's might, erupted in his hand like a blazing sun!

"what--"

Screams echoed through the passageway.

Meng Dehai, far away in the cave, was suddenly jolted, realizing that his connection with Qiu Xian was rapidly dissipating.

In a panic, he desperately shouted through his last remaining connection, "Fellow Daoist, stop! Everything can be discussed! Let's talk this out!"

However, Lin Mo did not stop.

Under the combined crushing force of the pure Yang energy and the dragon's might, the middle-aged-looking Yin spirit disintegrated inch by inch amidst violent distortion, eventually turning into green smoke and completely dissipating.

"Those who destroy my sworn enemy are the ones the Xuan Yin Sect must kill!"

Meng Dehai's resentful voice echoed in the void, growing ever more distant.

"In this life and the next, I will capture your soul and sacrifice it to avenge this grudge!"

Despite the other party's hateful threat, Lin Mo's expression remained calm.

He was just worried about not being able to find where this old devil was hiding, and he couldn't wait for this guy to come and seek revenge in person.

……

Inside the underground cave, the white-haired old man, who was sitting cross-legged on the central futon, suddenly opened his eyes.

That vengeful spirit was a life-saving talisman he had painstakingly crafted over ten years using the flesh and soul of his own son, supplemented with countless precious materials.

Being connected to him in spirit is like having a second life.

Now, however, it was destroyed by Lin Mo's own hands. While his mind was injured, a piercing pain and overwhelming hatred surged up.

"Damn it!"

He nearly ground his teeth to powder, his voice filled with venom.

The opponent was a martial arts master with a powerful physique, boundless blood and qi, and immune to all evil.

His prized paper puppet, Yanmei, was nothing but child's play in front of the other party!

A head-on confrontation is definitely not the best strategy.

He suddenly stood up and paced anxiously in the small, cramped room.

The only option now is to seek help from the guide!

Although the master had strictly forbidden anyone from disturbing him before he went into seclusion.

However, a powerful enemy has already reached the core, and Huang Quan Yin's foundation is shaken, making it a critical moment for survival!

Without further hesitation, he quickly went to the stone wall and bit his fingertip.

He used his own blood essence to draw a complex and bizarre rune on the wall.

The moment the rune took shape, a flash of eerie light appeared.

A dark shadow emerged from the shadows in the corner.

It was a demon that looked like a child, with a ferocious face and bared teeth.

"Go! Report to the Lord that a powerful enemy has invaded, and Left Envoy... Meng Dehai requests reinforcements!"

He gave the order sternly.

The demon nodded and let out a silent roar.

It turned into a wisp of black smoke, merged into the stone wall, and disappeared.