Feng Mingyu couldn't help but admire Mo Lin's fearlessness.
Truly… admirable.
It felt as though there was nothing in this world that could make Mo Lin flinch.
She had no doubt—if Kun Xuan uttered another word of nonsense, Mo Lin would strike him down without hesitation.
And there would be no surprises.
With his sword aimed squarely at Kun Xuan, Mo Lin's message was unmistakable: if you insist on meddling, then prove yourself with strength.
Kun Xuan hesitated, a fire talisman in his hand.
"Ah, youth... so brash and spirited," he sighed, waving his hand. "This old man was meddling. I'll be on my way…"
Was he afraid?
No, not exactly.
But four nightmare-grade ghosts were certainly not easy to deal with.
And the sword in Mo Lin's hand looked anything but ordinary.
Who knew what other trump cards he had up his sleeve?
So Kun Xuan chose not to fight.
He was old, after all—his stamina couldn't compare to Mo Lin's. Even if they clashed, he wouldn't hold the upper hand for long.
Sure, he had a few aces left, but should he really waste them on something this trivial?
"You were meddling," Mo Lin remarked dryly.
Kun Xuan said nothing, silently turning away and vanishing into the night.
With that, Yuan Cao's last shred of hope was extinguished.
The moment he saw Mo Lin command four nightmare-level ghosts, despair gripped his heart.
Regret followed swiftly after.
He had no idea Mo Lin was a fifth-rank Spirit Controller, let alone one who possessed four nightmare-grade ghosts.
Had he known the extent of Mo Lin's power, no amount of courage—or foolishness—would have compelled him to make trouble.
But now, it was too late.
All that remained was regret.
Mo Lin didn't strike immediately. His gaze swept across the surroundings.
"Anyone else want to get in my way?"
At that moment, he was so furious that even a stray dog walking past might get beaten up.
If anyone else dared leap out to save Yuan Cao now, Mo Lin wouldn't utter another word—he'd kill them on the spot.
The tension had reached its peak.
Without blood, it felt like something was missing.
But... nothing happened.
No one else dared intervene.
Mo Lin gave Chen Xi a look.
Chen Xi understood at once and moved to Yuan Cao's side, delivering the final blow without hesitation.
Yuan Cao's remaining allies, seeing him fall, scattered in panic, each fleeing for their lives.
"One… two… three… four…"
Feng Mingyu stared at the four contracted ghosts around Mo Lin.
"Wait, when did he gain two more?"
She looked at him, stunned. "And they're all nightmare-grade ghosts?"
The last time she met Mo Lin, he had only revealed two nightmare-grade spirits.
It had only been a few days—and now there were four?
Wasn't that a bit absurd?
Since when were nightmare-grade spirits so easy to come by?
Were they growing on trees?
"How can you have so many?"
She was practically green with envy.
Just obtaining a single vicious-level ghost had cost her blood, sweat, and tears.
Yet Mo Lin summoned nightmare-grade ghosts as casually as breathing—four of them!
Comparisons really do drive people mad.
"Isn't the limit two contracted ghosts for ordinary Spirit Controllers? How do you have four?"
"That's not even scientific," she muttered in disbelief.
Mo Lin replied lazily, "That's because you don't get it. You're being shallow.
At the end of science lies the metaphysical."
"…Fine," Feng Mingyu had no comeback.
After all, so many inexplicable things had happened around Mo Lin that logic seemed to bend in his presence.
"Brother Mo, thank you—truly, thank you for saving my life." Liu Feng's eyes were misty as he bowed deeply.
"If you ever need anything, just say the word. So long as I can help, I will."
"Don't get so emotional. Calm down," Mo Lin tried to soothe him.
Liu Feng was so worked up, his wounds were spurting blood again… Who could handle that?
Mo Lin immediately supported him, trying to calm him down.
"My uncle's bleeding a lot… What do we do?" Feng Mingyu turned to Mo Lin with a desperate look.
"Why are you looking at me?"
"I'm not a doctor."
"I thought maybe you had a way," she muttered.
"He's bleeding like a faucet! What could I possibly do? If I were this badly injured, I'd go to the hospital too!"
Mo Lin grumbled, "You need to trust science!"
"Didn't you just say science ends in metaphysics?"
"…So now you're extrapolating?"
Mo Lin shot her a look. "Didn't you see that blood spraying out? Do you think I'm a god or something?"
"Hurry up and take him to the hospital."
Mo Lin supported Liu Feng and brought him in for treatment.
After a round of tests, the hospital quickly admitted Liu Feng for further care.
Apparently, Feng Mingyu had connections with the hospital director.
Liu Feng received VIP treatment as soon as he arrived.
Mo Lin quietly made note of that connection.
If he ever got hurt, he could ask Feng Mingyu to pull some strings for him too.
After a long and exhausting night, Mo Lin didn't make it home until one in the morning.
As soon as he entered his room, he collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep.
He was completely drained.
"Did you find the Thunder Talisman?" Kun Xuan asked a young man.
"We found Bing Yanfei's corpse at Mount Wanlin, but the Thunder Talisman wasn't there."
The young man bowed respectfully. "I suspect someone else took it."
"How did Bing Yanfei die?" Kun Xuan pressed.
"He was murdered. I believe it was a case of robbery—the killer likely took the Thunder Talisman."
"Then that means the talisman is still in Yunchuan City. Investigate who killed Bing Yanfei."
"Yes, sir." The man nodded and withdrew.
Meanwhile, in another hotel within Yunchuan City…
A woman clad in gray and black stood before a window, gazing into the distance, worry etched into her face.
She had come to Yunchuan City in search of the Thunder Talisman that rightfully belonged to her.
"Young miss, we've found Bing Yanfei's body," a man reported respectfully.
"His body?" Her eyes widened. "He's dead?"
"Yes, dead."
"Are you sure? Could he have faked his death?" Her voice trembled with disbelief.
"It's confirmed—he's truly gone," the man replied.
"How can that be? He had sworn vengeance for the deaths of his wife and daughter—how could he be dead?"
"He stole the Thunder Talisman from the Zhuge family and went into hiding for years, all to exact his revenge. How could he just die like this?"
"Is that it? Is his quest for revenge just… over? He's truly gone?"
Though the man insisted Bing Yanfei was dead, she couldn't bring herself to accept it.
Bing Yanfei had sacrificed everything to avenge the deaths of his loved ones.
He had hidden in the Thunder Talisman Sect for five long years, waiting for the perfect chance to strike.
He had not yet taken his revenge.
How could he die now?
That overwhelming hatred—was it to remain unavenged?
It was all too sudden.
How could someone as cautious as Bing Yanfei die so inexplicably?
"How exactly did he die?" she asked again.
"He misused the Thunder Talisman, damaging his meridians and draining his life force. He likely encountered a powerful foe before his death," the man answered.
"Then find out who that powerful enemy was."
"As you command." The man bowed and quietly withdrew.