80: Chapter 80 Copper Coins Suppress the Soul

The afternoon sunlight was obscured by heavy clouds.

Taiping Old Street was shrouded in a dull gloom.

In the courtyard of the Funeral Shop, the Mysterious Grade Yin-Gathering Formation Map was operating silently.

The surrounding air was thick and cold, and the white yin mist flowed slowly along the bluestone slab ground.

Lin Ye sat cross-legged on the rush mat right in the center of the formation eye.

With a flip of one hand, he summoned the system storage space.

Having frantically tested the waters on the verge of life and death these past few days, his accumulated family fortune finally had a substantial appearance.

Those rewards lying quietly in the system slots were his greatest confidence for subduing the old lair of the Yinshan Sect next.

"Extract the soul-suppressing copper coin sword."

Lin Ye chanted silently in his heart, and a dazzling scarlet-gold light flashed past.

A magical sword woven from one hundred and eight ancient copper coins steadily landed in his hand.

The sword body weighed over thirty jin, and the square hole of every single copper coin was tightly bound with red thread soaked in black dog blood.

The surface of the copper coins was covered with green patina, faintly exuding a piercing martial aura that had slain countless evil spirits.

Lin Ye gripped the hilt tightly, infusing the vast Pure Yang True Qi within his body into it.

"Hum!"

The one hundred and eight copper coins vibrated simultaneously, bursting out a deafening metallic clanging sound.

A layer of visible red yang fire rose to the surface of the sword body.

Lin Ye's thought moved again, and he decisively activated the newly obtained time-limited title—[True Monarch of Fire Control] on the system panel.

The moment the title took effect, Lin Ye only felt a burst of coolness surge from the center of his eyebrows.

His perception and control over flames skyrocketed linearly, and the originally manic and overflowing Pure Yang fire was now as obedient as pointing his fingers.

With a slight movement of his fingers, the ball of fire wrapping around the sword body instantly compressed and converged, turning into a layer of cicada-wing-thin scarlet-gold flowing light that closely fitted the edges of the copper coins.

Without a shred of heat leaking out, all the destructive power was entirely restrained within the sword blade.

Such a pinnacle-level fire control method was enough to make any fierce ghost grazed by the blade turn to ashes instantly.

"Good sword."

Lin Ye twirled the sword flower with satisfaction and placed the soul-suppressing copper coin sword flat on his knees.

He reached into the storage space once again, taking out a mechanical mechanism box only the size of a walnut and crafted entirely of brass.

The mechanism sprang open, and a lifelike brass bee fluttered its wings and flew out.

The bee's thin wings were carved all over with micro-engraved Daoist runes, and its two compound eyes flickered with a dim green cold light.

This was the Mysterious Grade magical tool [Guide Bee].

This object did not need to be fed living creatures and exclusively fed on yin-sha and grievances.

As long as it intercepted a wisp of the enemy's aura, it could ignore terrain barriers, relentlessly lock onto the opponent's trail, and strike straight at the enemy's core.

Lin Ye fished out a folded piece of yellow paper from his pocket.

Inside the paper packet was wrapped that wisp of black ash of the "Centipede Soul-Devouring Sha" scattered from the neck of the female designer Su Qinghan that morning.

He crushed the black ash and brought it close to the Guide Bee.

The brass bee emitted a rapid "humming" sound, and the mechanism on its abdomen opened, inhaling that wisp of black ash entirely.

Immediately after, it hovered in mid-air for two circles, its compound eyes locked onto the eastern direction of the city, and it vibrated its wings to hover on Lin Ye's shoulder, ready to set off at any time.

After taking stock of these two lethal weapons, Lin Ye did not rush to stand up.

Since the abandoned ancient temple in the eastern suburbs of the city could unearth a black mud divine statue filled with poisonous insects, it must be an important ritual altar set up by the Yinshan Sect in Jiangzhou.

Killing his way over directly was certainly gratifying, but figuring out the enemy's trump cards in advance matched his consistent style of conduct.

Lin Ye's gaze fell upon the pitch-black [netherworld currency] in his palm.

This netherworld hard currency was about to come in handy.

"Fatty!"

Lin Ye shouted toward the front hall.

Fatty Wang was holding his phone to coordinate intelligence with Deputy Captain Chu Hongyan, and upon hearing the call, he immediately thrust his round belly out and ran into the backyard.

"Go hang the sign [Today's Inventory, No Visitors Accepted] outside the front gate, and pull the rolling shutter door all the way down."

Lin Ye stood up and pointed at the incense burner in the corner of the courtyard.

"Move an offering table over, and prepare three sticks of soul-attracting incense and a bowl of raw rice."

Seeing this posture, Fatty Wang knew that Lin Ye was about to display those unfathomable ghost-and-god methods once again. Without saying a word, he deftly prepared all the items completely.

The offering table was set straight, and the incense burner was in the center.

Lin Ye lit the three sticks of soul-attracting incense and inserted them into the incense burner.

The green smoke rose straight upward, and under the suppression of the Yin-Gathering Formation, it did not disperse, turning into a stagnant gray cloud.

He pinched that piece of netherworld currency, bit his middle finger, and smeared a drop of Pure Yang True Blood on the square hole of the coin.

Then he heavily cast it into that bowl of raw rice.

"Yin and Yang borrow the path, the netherworld opens wide, wandering gods of all directions, come meet me quickly!"

The spell fell.

The space in front of the offering table twisted violently, and a gust of yin wind mixed with a strong earthy smell whipped up from the flat ground.

A large patch of black stagnant water seeped out from the bluestone slab ground.

A hulking ghost shadow over two meters tall, its entire body wrapped in rusted iron chains, slowly rose from the stagnant water accompanied by the harsh sound of chains dragging on the ground.

This ghost shadow wore a high hat, its face was cyan-purple, and it held a mourning staff stained with dried blood in its hand.

It was dressed like a netherworld messenger.

Because ordinary lonely ghosts and wild spirits dared not accept Lin Ye's incense at all.

Only ghosts and gods with such cultivation dared to cross boundaries by following the aura of the netherworld currency.

"What cultivator, how dare you use the netherworld currency to disturb this messenger's patrol?"

The netherworld messenger's voice was muffled, carrying a condescending coercion.

He waved the mourning staff in his hand, trying to give this ignorant living person a preliminary show of force.

Lin Ye stood behind the offering table, not moving even half a step.

He decisively clicked on the enigmatic title on the system panel.

[Act Cool Like the Wind].

The moment the title took effect, the aura around Lin Ye surged wildly against the wind.

He slowly raised his eyes, his gaze revealing an arrogance that looked down upon the nine netherworlds.

"No matter who I am, since you took my money, you must answer my words. Kneel!"

The last two words, under the blessing of the bass reverberation that came with [Act Cool Like the Wind], turned into rolling thunder, violently exploding within the enclosed courtyard of the backyard.

A trace of contempt showed in the netherworld messenger's withered yellow ghost eyes.

In this one-mu-three-fen territory of Jiangzhou, besides those old monsters who were in seclusion and didn't come out, who wouldn't be trembling with fear upon seeing a netherworld official?

The mourning staff in his hand was forged from nether-iron, specially used to strike the souls of living people. With a single strike, no matter how resolute a cultivator was, their soul would sway.

However, when his mourning staff was halfway through its swing, the [Act Cool Like the Wind] title on Lin Ye completely erupted.

In the netherworld messenger's vision, the originally unremarkable young man instantly became towering and upright, resembling a golden-armored deity patrolling the mortal world.

And Leng Yue behind Lin Ye opened her eyes slightly at that very instant.

What flowed in those eyes was barrenness and annihilation spanning a thousand years.

With a "crack" sound, the mourning staff in the netherworld messenger's hand actually stopped dead in mid-air. Due to excessive force, fine cracks actually appeared on the yin qi runes wrapped around the staff body.

His originally straight spine felt as if it were suppressed by a huge mountain; that was bloodline suppression from the depths of the soul.

He recalled those taboo existences recorded in the netherworld archives, and looking again at Lin Ye's wild posture of having victory in his grasp, the arrogance in the depths of his heart was instantly shattered by fear.

Moreover, he had an illusion that if he really smashed down this staff, before touching the opponent, he would probably be instantly evaporated into nothingness by that golden yang fire.

Seeing this scenario, Lin Ye drew the soul-suppressing copper coin sword with his right hand, the blade pointing straight at the netherworld messenger's face.

The one hundred and eight ancient copper coins burst out dazzling scarlet-gold yang fire, and the extremely rigid and extremely yang evil-breaking coercion directly locked down the netherworld messenger's retreat route.

The netherworld messenger was shaken by this terrifying yang-vigorous aura field, causing the yin qi all over his body to scatter.

His tall body trembled violently out of control, his double knees went soft, and he heavily slammed onto the bluestone slab, smashing out two clear cracks.

He raised his head in extreme terror, and only then did he see clearly the woman in black standing beside Lin Ye.

Leng Yue crossed her arms, looking down at him condescendingly.

In her deep red eyes, the Red Lotus Karmic Fire of golden and red colors circulated wildly, and the absolute rank suppression belonging to the Hanba nailed this netherworld messenger's soul firmly in place, unable to move even a pinky finger.

Frost Star poked half her body out from the shadows of the corridor.

The little girl licked her two sharp little tiger teeth, her gaze fixed tightly on the netherworld messenger's body condensed from pure death energy, and a clear swallowing sound came from her mouth.

"Brother-in-law brother, this big tall guy smells so good, can I tear off one of his arms to eat as a snack?"

Hearing these words, the netherworld messenger was so frightened that his departed soul scattered, and large drops of black cold sweat oozed from his forehead, directly streaming down his cyan-purple cheeks.

He finally realized what kind of terrifying devil's den he had stepped into!