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

This power is beyond what ordinary human strength can describe!

They had no doubt that even those martial arts masters who had founded their own schools outside the martial arts world...

Anyone who dared to step into that battlefield would definitely face death or serious injury!

As the morning light grew brighter, its golden glow spilled onto Lin Mo's shoulders, outlining his blood-stained figure as if he were a war god emerging from ancient legends.

His imposing presence was like a mountain, making people dare not look up at him!

Leng Lingding gazed at the figure in the light, a burning light flashing deep in her beautiful eyes.

She reacted very quickly, immediately bowing down and shouting with all her might from the bottom of her heart.

"May Your Majesty's divine might be unparalleled! May Your reign last for a thousand generations, and may Your lifespan be as long as the heavens!"

As if waking from a dream, everyone immediately knelt down, their foreheads touching the ground.

The screams trembled with fear and awe, yet they surged into a frenzied wave.

"May Your Majesty's divine might be unparalleled! May Your reign last for a thousand generations, and may Your lifespan be as long as the heavens!!"

Lin Mo listened to the chanting that sounded like a cult ritual, and his lips twitched almost imperceptibly. He found it somewhat absurd and amusing.

In this situation, I really do look like a demonic cult leader.

But he quickly suppressed the turmoil in his heart.

He understood that orthodox methods of education were ineffective for these followers who had long been influenced by cult ideology and were ignorant and fanatical.

By using religious forms familiar to them, they can portray themselves as an incomparably powerful "demon god," making it easier to gain their awe and loyalty.

He casually tossed the Blood Demon's head to the ground.

Gollum-

The head rolled a few times and came to rest right at Zhou He's feet.

At this moment, Zhou He was exhausted after a fierce battle.

His arms were broken and hung limply at his sides, and there were several gruesome wounds on his chest.

But when it caught sight of the head, a dark, hungry light suddenly flashed in its lifeless eyes.

As its owner, Lin Mo was in tune with its thoughts and clearly sensed the yearning stirring within it.

"want to?"

Zhou He nodded stiffly.

"take it."

Lin Mo was not stingy with his reward for Zhou He's merits.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou He reached out and grabbed the head.

He swept the black robe around his neck, then swiftly retreated into the shadows of a corner.

A faint, soft sucking sound could be heard, but it was quickly drowned out by the rustling of the fabric.

Seeing this, the followers of Huang Quan's sect all turned pale, but no one dared to utter a sound.

Lin Mo ignored them, his gaze sharp as a knife as he swept over the people lying on the ground.

"From this day forward, the Yellow Springs shall be under my control."

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was like iron, carving into everyone's heart.

"Those who obey live, those who defy—will meet a fate like the Blood Demon!"

After the words were spoken, there was a deathly silence.

Everyone lowered their bodies even further, and even their breathing became softer.

The morning breeze swept across the valley, where pebbles and bloodstains were scattered, lifting the hem of Lin Mo's blood-stained clothes.

Lin Mo's gaze swept across the crowd and landed on the person who had been hiding in the corner.

The young man, Chen Jie, was completely stunned and his face turned deathly pale.

"come over."

Lin Mo waved to him.

His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly pierced through the wind.

The boy trembled, like a startled rabbit, and cautiously stepped forward, kneeling to pay his respects.

"Your...Your Excellency."

"Now that this matter is settled," Lin Mo looked at him, "are you leaving or staying?"

He gave the boy a choice.

Chen Jie's body began to tremble, and the trembling became more and more violent.

Fragmented memories surged forth like a tide—

Blood splattered on the doorstep, the grinning face of the enemy, the coldness of huddled on the winter street, and the blows and curses that rained down on you...

leave?

Where in this vast world can he find refuge?

With his rudimentary skills, how could he possibly take revenge?

Suddenly, he abruptly raised his head.

Although fear was still in his eyes, there was more of a resolute determination to burn one's bridges.

"My Lord! I want to stay!"

His voice was hoarse, each word spitting out from between his teeth, "I beg you, Lord, let me stay in the Underworld's Gate. I want to learn the art of killing! I want revenge!"

Lin Mo silently scrutinized him.

This boy has extraordinary talent and is a good candidate for martial arts training.

What's even more remarkable is that, having been through this filthy mire, he has managed to retain a shred of his original character, making him a promising talent.

"can."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Mo raised his hand and pointed his index finger at Chen Jie's brow.

A cool, warm breeze drifted in.

In an instant, countless insights and techniques about movement, stealth assassination, and the tempering of qi and blood were imprinted into the young man's mind like carvings.

"These are some of my insights into spiritual practice. You should practice diligently."

Leng Lingding, who was watching from the sidelines, had a slight glint of envy in her eyes.

After all, everyone has witnessed Lin Mo's strength.

How precious are his insights into martial arts!

But she quickly composed herself.

As long as you follow Lin Mo, why worry about not having the same opportunity in the future?

As for Chen Jie, who was involved, he felt a flood of information rushing into his mind, which was incredibly profound and far exceeded what he had learned before.

He was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes. He bowed deeply and kowtowed repeatedly, his forehead striking the gravel with muffled thuds.

"Thank you, Your Majesty! Thank you, Your Majesty!"

"Get up."

Lin Mo withdrew his finger and turned to look at Leng Lingding, who was standing quietly to the side.

"Miss Leng."

"Your subordinate is here." Leng Lingding bowed.

"He is now in your hands. Teach him well and do not fail what I have taught you today."

Leng Lingding's heart tightened, and he solemnly replied, "I will obey your command, my lord. I will do my utmost and will never fail you."

Lin Mo said no more, turned around with his hands behind his back, and looked down at Tian Jue, who remained silent as a shadow.

Tianjue unconsciously lowered his head slightly.

Before entering the blood pool, he still considered himself a "senior".

He regarded Lin Mo as a junior who needed his care.

However, after witnessing Lin Mo slay the Bone Demon, a wisp of the Abyss Demon King Bhashmo's projection, and the Blood Demon, he was completely subdued by this young man.

Therefore, he no longer dared to act like a senior.

Lin Mo noticed Tian Jue's subtle action but said nothing more.

What he wanted was never just empty flattery, but genuine, ingrained reverence.

Tianjue's instinctive act of submission speaks volumes.

"This location is good, let's continue to use it as the main altar for guiding the Yellow Springs!"

The others restrained their subordinates, ensuring everyone returned to their posts and cleaned up the mess.

I need to remain in seclusion here for several days, and no one is allowed to approach or disturb me.

"I will obey Your Majesty's command!"

Everyone responded in unison, and a huge weight was finally lifted from their hearts.

Lin Mo's decision not to pursue past events or carry out a large-scale purge is already a tremendous favor. Who would dare to be even slightly negligent?

They immediately and respectfully withdrew, leaving only the sound of the wind sweeping across the valley.

Lin Mo turned around and went back into the underground cave without looking back.

Once his figure disappeared into the cave, Tianjue silently walked to the entrance and sat down cross-legged.

The meaning is self-explanatory.

Chen Jie hesitated for a moment, initially wanting to stay.

But Leng Lingding stopped him with a look, and he eventually left with the others.

After all, with a master like Tianjue guarding the area, it would be somewhat redundant for Chen Jie to remain here.

Returning to the blood pool, Lin Mo looked around.

Although the lightning bolts summoned earlier had swept away the thick, unyielding stench of blood from this place.

But deep within that pool, a dark red light still lingered—

That was the source of bloodlust, accumulated over many years, each strand chilling to the bone.

What is a bone-corroding poison to others is an excellent resource for Lin Mo's Blood Fiend Demon Art.

Moreover, having just defeated a series of powerful enemies, there is still much to take stock of, and many insights need to be digested and reflected upon.

Lin Mo found a flat rock by the pool and sat down, flicking his sleeves.

A thick, dark book, visible only to him, floated in front of him.

With a slight thought, the "Illustrated Record of Sinful Spirits" unfolded without wind.

next moment--

"Om..."

More than twenty "revolving lanterns" lit up at the same time, creating a spectacular scene.