Demon-killing Enlightenment

"It was just luck." Mu Yang said.

Bao Ying saw that Mu Yang didn't want to talk any more, so he didn't care. "Brother Liu, are you going to get the spirit stones? Let's go together, I can make a small profit too."

When you arrive at the Dark Square, the same requirements apply: you must wear a mask when entering the Dark Square.

Mu Yang went straight to the dealer to get the spirit stones he had won.

Not long after, the dealer came over with a storage bag, "Hello, sir, this is the spiritual stones you won from betting on the life and death game, a total of 950,000, please keep it."

Nine hundred and fifty thousand! Mu Yang was extremely shocked.

Although he knew he had won a lot, he still couldn't hide his excitement when these spirit stones were actually placed in front of him.

These spirit stones are enough to absorb spirits. Even if encountering a desperate situation, the spirit stones can hold on for a while. Mu Yang is satisfied.

"I have something to sell." Mu Yang said to the dealer.

The dealer still said calmly, "Sir, please follow me."

Mu Yang was taken to the second floor by the dealer. The second floor was obviously a trading place with weapons, armor, medicines, news and everything else.

The dealer brought Mu Yang to a counter and stopped. "Sir, please discuss all transactions with this person. I will take my leave now."

This dark workshop operates in a strict manner, with one person responsible for one task. Mu Yang praised it in his heart.

There was an elderly person at the counter. He was not wearing a mask and was obviously not afraid of having his appearance remembered.

"Hello sir, is there anything I can help you with?" the old man asked Mu Yang.

Mu Yang didn't answer, but just scattered it on the counter.

Four space rings.

"Sell all the four space rings and the things inside." Mu Yang said concisely.

The old man put away the ring and said, "Please wait a moment, sir."

The four space rings belong to Xue Hai, Li Gan, Lu Jia and the one that Xue Chang gave to Xue Shan before.

There's actually not much in the ring, including a secret method of awakening the soul that cannot be used, and some medicines whose effects are unknown.

Not long after, the old man returned. "Sir, you have a total of 420,000 spirit stones. The space ring is 100,000 spirit stones each, and the other items are a total of 20,000 spirit stones." The old man handed the storage bag to Mu Yang.

It turns out that the space ring is so expensive, no wonder most ghost hunters can only get a storage bag. Mu Yang thought.

Just as Mu Yang was about to get up and leave, the old man spoke, "Sir, you are extremely talented. You have already reached the middle stage of the Qi realm at such a young age. You have a bright future ahead of you."

Mu Yang was very surprised that a counter clerk could easily see through his strength. This Ghost Slaughtering Saint Cult was indeed not simple.

However, I don't know what the old man meant by saying this. Mu Yang didn't want to stay, so he got up and left.

"My Ghost Slaughtering Saint Sect is recruiting new members. If you join the sect, your future will be even brighter. This small place near South Pass is not your final destination."

Mu Yang had already walked a long way away, but the old man's words still reached his ears word for word.

Mu Yang didn't take it seriously. He knew very little about the Ghost Slayer Sect, but the name sounded unpleasant and he didn't have a good impression of it.

When he went downstairs, Bao Ying was already waiting for Mu Yang. Looking at this guy's expression of a poor man suddenly becoming rich, one could tell that he had made a fortune from this ghost festival.

"Brother Liu actually went up to the second floor. It seems he had many adventures." Bao Ying was very careful in his wording. He flattered Mu Yang without appearing to be asking for secrets.

"It says that the Ghost Slayer Church is recruiting new members and wants me to join." Mu Yang said to Bao Ying without any hesitation.

When Bao Ying heard this, he immediately covered Mu Yang's mouth and looked around. He slowly let go of his hand after making sure that no one heard it.

His face turned pale, and he said as if he had seen a vengeful spirit, "Brother Liu, you can't talk about this here, it will bring disaster to your life."

So serious? Mu Yang couldn't accept Bao Ying's performance for a while.

But since he kept it so secret, the recruitment of new members for the Ghost Slaughtering Saint Cult must be a very secretive matter.

"Then let's go to my house. It's safe there." Mu Yang suggested.

Muyang's Courtyard

After not coming back for several days, Mu Yang's small courtyard is still the same as before, and its appearance has not changed because no one lives there.

When Bao Ying saw this creepy little courtyard next to Yizhuang, he was at a loss for words to flatter it and could only praise it by saying it was special.

Mu Yang brought Bao Ying into the house and they sat in the middle hall.

It was afternoon and the room was already dark. Bao Ying felt extremely awkward sitting there.

There was no tea in Muyang, but there was plenty of clean water. I poured a glass of water for Bao Ying, and watched him drink it up in no time. I thought he loved drinking.

In fact, the only thing I feel is a little dry mouth, but I’m not very thirsty. I don’t know why.

Seeing that Bao Ying was somewhat relaxed, Mu Yang went straight to the point, "Tell me, why is it so scary for the Ghost Slaughtering Saint Sect to recruit new members?"

Bao Ying put down the cup and stopped hiding it, "Brother Liu, do you remember what I said before, the Ghost Slaughtering Saint Cult is an outsider."

Mu Yang nodded.

Bao Ying continued, "It sounds simple to migrate from the Xitu Desert to the Nanli Dynasty, but in fact, we went through untold hardships, but we still managed to gain a foothold in the Nanli Dynasty."

"Brother Liu, do you know why?" Bao Ying asked.

Mu Yang shook his head in agreement.

Bao Ying gave Mu Yang a firm look, "It's because of the people. The people of the Ghost Slaughter Saint Cult are very powerful, which also makes them very strict in recruiting new people."

Mu Yang nodded.

"For ordinary disciples, the Holy Church trains them from childhood, through rounds of selection, and only the most capable ones become true disciples of the Holy Church."

"There is another type, which is what you are facing. It is recommended to the Holy Church by scattered forces in various places, and the number of places is extremely limited."

“If other holy religious forces knew that you might be recommended, they would directly assassinate you to reduce the number of competitors for their own recommenders.” Bao Ying lowered his voice.

"Is it so serious?" Mu Yang asked.

“Of course, the people who are recommended are all elites from various places. If they win a position in the Holy Church one day, their careers will soar to great heights.” Bao Ying said as a matter of course.

Mu Yang nodded silently, it turned out to be a joint relationship.

"Moreover, you are different from the ordinary recommended people." Bao Ying said again.

He slowly lowered his body and looked at Mu Yang, "You were recommended by the Dark Square. The Holy Church will definitely value you more. Your life is even more valuable."

So that's how it is. Mu Yang understood Bao Ying's previous behavior.

Bao Ying saw that Mu Yang was not very excited, "Brother Liu, what's with that expression on your face? Anfang recommended it. It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. You won't refuse to go, right?"

Mu Yang scratched his nose and said, "I haven't thought about it yet. It's quite comfortable near Nanguan."

"Oh my god! Liu Yang, do you know how difficult it is to get recommendations from dark shops? They prefer to have no one rather than someone who is not qualified. Some dark shops don't recommend new people for several years!"

Bao Ying stood directly on the chair and looked down at Mu Yang.

"That old man was just talking casually. Who knows what Anfang's attitude is?" Mu Yang said cunningly.

After hearing this, Bao Ying sat back in his chair, poured himself another glass of water and gulped it down, calming himself down a little.

Then he looked into Mu Yang's eyes and said calmly, "Am I not here?"