81: Chapter 81 A Thousand Miles to Capture the Soul and Destroy the General

"S-...Sparing my life, Immortal! This minor deity was blind and offended the Immortal's heavenly might!"

The netherworld emissary slammed his head directly against the ground, his voice stammering, completely devoid of his previous arrogance.

"I don't have time to waste words with you."

Lin Ye retracted the soul-suppressing copper coin sword to his side and pointed at the netherworld currency in the bowl of uncooked rice.

"What kind of tricks are the Yinshan Sect pulling at the abandoned ancient temple in the eastern suburbs? Tell me everything clearly, and this netherworld currency will be yours. If you dare to conceal even half a word, I will have my maid swallow you alive."

The netherworld emissary nodded repeatedly, no longer daring to harbor any thoughts of concealment.

"Reporting to the Immortal. Beneath that ancient temple is an extreme Yin qi acupoint in the Jiangzhou region."

"Those madmen from the Yinshan Sect dug up a [headless evil Buddha] there half a month ago. That is a ferocious and ominous object left behind by the White Lotus Sect several hundred years ago."

The netherworld emissary swallowed a mouthful of saliva, speaking at an extremely fast pace.

"They controlled a mortal venture capital company, and under the guise of developing a resort, they recruited a large number of construction workers with flourishing Yang qi. Every day, they extract the heart blood of those workers to nourish that evil Buddha, attempting to awaken the fierce spirit inside."

"That female designer who was inflicted with the Hundred-Foot Soul-Devouring Curse is the [sacrificial cauldron] they selected."

After hearing this, Lin Ye's gaze instantly chilled to the freezing point.

Using construction workers' lives to fill the array, and even using Su Qinghan as a sacrifice.

These rats in the gutter had already acted with complete and utter madness.

"Scram." Lin Ye waved his hand.

As if granted a grand amnesty, the netherworld emissary grabbed the netherworld currency from the bowl of uncooked rice, his body turning into a pool of black water, and he fled into the ground like his ass was on fire, disappearing without a trace.

Fatty Wang listened from the side, his scalp tingling and his face pale.

"Ye-zi, these bastards really don't take human lives seriously. Do dozens of construction workers just become their blood bags like this? We need to quickly notify The Ninth Bureau to arrest people!"

Lin Ye sneered.

"It takes time for The Ninth Bureau to go through procedures and mobilize troops. By the time they surround the scene, everything will be over. For tonight's battle, we will fire the first shot."

He turned his head to look at the Guide Bee perched on his shoulder, a bone-chilling murderous intent flashing in the depths of his eyes.

"Since they are going to hold a sacrificial ceremony tonight, I will send them a welcoming gift in advance, crippling that spell-caster first and cutting off one of their arms!"

Lin Ye bit his left index finger, swiftly drawing a complex Taiji Yin-Yang array diagram on the yellow cloth spread across the offering table.

The original true qi of the Pure Yang Dao Body poured out without reservation.

"System, activate the true teachings of the [Thousand-Mile Soul Detention Technique]!"

Lin Ye gave a stern order in his heart.

A massive wave of profound information instantly poured into his mind.

This spell could follow the causal aura, ignore spatial distance, and forcibly tear apart the three souls and seven mortal souls of the spell-caster.

This was also the reason why he had to keep that pinch of black ash as a medium.

Lin Ye formed a bizarre spell seal with both hands in front of his chest.

"Leng Yue, seal off the backyard's aura field! Absolutely do not let any aura leak out!"

Leng Yue nodded, her delicate hand gently flicking upward.

The extreme cold Yin qi of the Drought Demon level turned into a transparent barrier, tightly shrouding the entire backyard of the Funeral Shop.

Lin Ye stepped on the Seven-Star Dipper steps, moving swiftly around the offering table.

Then he grabbed the brass Guide Bee and pressed it onto the Yin eye position of the Bagua array diagram.

The soul-suppressing copper coin sword in his right hand was raised high, its tip pointing straight at the firmament.

"Heaven and Earth Xuanzong, the root of all qi! Lend me your Yang fire, lock the souls and detain the spirits!"

"Detain them for me!"

Lin Ye roared fiercely, thrusting his sword heavily into the Yang eye of the array diagram.

"Boom!"

The three sticks of soul-guiding incense on the offering table instantly burned down to ashes.

An invisible chain, imperceptible to the naked eye, followed the aura locked by the Guide Bee and shot wildly toward the eastern direction of Jiangzhou City at a terrifying speed exceeding the speed of sound.

The moment the chain left, Lin Ye's body swayed violently, his complexion changing from pale to nearly transparent.

This type of long-range curse-killing spell consumed not only true qi, but also the caster's vital essence, energy, and spirit.

"This old fellow is hiding deep enough."

Lin Ye gritted his teeth to hold on, his hands pressing tightly against the violently trembling offering table.

Within his closed eyes, a bizarre vision appeared at this moment:

His sight penetrated the bricks and tiles of the old street, swept across the bustling streets, and was rapidly shuttling along a pitch-black causal line.

One end of that black line was connected to the ashes in front of him, while the other end plunged straight into a barren mountain covered by heavy death qi.

That was a leap of space, and even a pursuit by the Heavenly Dao.

Seeing this, Leng Yue immediately closed in, a cool yet soft palm gently pressing against Lin Ye's upper back.

A pure extreme Yin origin without the slightest bit of evil qi was channeled over, forcibly stabilizing Lin Ye's tottering sea of consciousness.

"Freeze!" Lin Ye roared angrily in his heart.

In his sea of consciousness, he seemed to see a gloomy underground secret room, and an old man in a black robe with a face full of wrinkles and a sinister smile.

That old man was smugly toying with a straw figure, completely unaware that the Grim Reaper's hook-chain was already suspended above his crown.

At the same time.

In the deep underground of the abandoned ancient temple in the eastern suburbs.

In a secret room built of cyan bricks, it was filled with a pungent smell of blood.

In the center of the secret room stood a black clay Buddha statue over three meters tall.

The Buddha statue had no head, and dark red mucus continuously oozed outward from the broken part of its neck.

A black-robed, skin-and-bones elder of the Yinshan Sect was sitting cross-legged in front of the evil Buddha.

He was holding a straw figure pasted with Su Qinghan's birth characters, chanting words in his mouth, preparing to do the final rehearsal for tonight's sacrificial ceremony.

Suddenly.

The old man's heart skipped a beat, and an unprecedented, great terror of life and death tightly gripped his throat.

He didn't have time to make any defensive movements.

The void of the secret room was torn apart without warning.

A chain condensed from Pure Yang thunder fire burst through the air, directly piercing his chest and tightly tangling around his soul body.

"No!!!"

The old man let out a miserable scream that didn't sound human.

The Pure Yang fire exploded roarfully in the depths of his soul.

That matchless pulling force forcibly stripped one of his souls and one of his mortal souls from his physical body.

Blood spewed wildly from his mouth as he fell backward in front of the altar.

His whole person instantly withered to the extreme, his foundation of Dao cultivated over decades was mostly abolished at this moment, completely reducing him to a cripple.

Funeral Shop backyard.

The peach wood sword in Lin Ye's hand pulled back fiercely.

Accompanied by a faint ghost howl.

A tattered soul burning with black karmic fire was forcibly dragged back to the patio by that invisible chain, smashing heavily onto the Bagua array diagram.

This soul struggled wildly within the formation, emitting bursts of ear-piercing curses, but was completely unable to break free from the shackles of the Pure Yang Qi.

"Caught."

Lin Ye's face was pale, his forehead covered in sweat, but a wild, unbridled smile danced in the depths of his eyes.

He felt out a piece of blank yellow paper from his pocket, flipped his wrist, and directly patted this tattered soul into the paper.

Pure Yang firelight flashed at his fingertips, folding the talisman paper into a dead knot and completely sealing it.

"Having lost one soul and one mortal soul, that spell-caster hiding in the dark is now even inferior to an ordinary person. The Yinshan Sect's defense line at the ancient temple has already been torn open with a gap."

Lin Ye stuffed the talisman paper sealing the tattered soul into his tactical backpack, and turned his head to look at dumbfounded Fatty Wang.

"Fatty Wang, notify Deputy Captain Chu Hongyan, and have her lead the Second Division's most elite firepower squad, in plain clothes, to completely seal off all exits of the ancient temple in the eastern suburbs."

Lin Ye grabbed the soul-suppressing copper coin sword and casually twirled a fierce sword flower in mid-air.

"Tonight, let's go meet that headless evil Buddha."