Xianyun sat upright beside Mo Lin, her legs together, showing her black stockings. Her hands were resting on her knees, and she was staring intently at Mo Lin.
It was as if she was looking at some kind of treasure.
"Do you want to eat too?"
Mo Lin pointed at the breakfast in front of him and asked Xianyun in confusion.
"Brother Mo, I've already had breakfast. Please enjoy it yourself." Xianyun politely declined.
Mo Lin simply ignored Xianyun and continued to eat.
Once Mo Lin had finished his meal, Xianyun finally spoke.
"Brother Mo, could you help me catch a ghost?"
Xianyun spoke in a small voice, then added, "I won't let you do it for nothing; I'll give you a Ghost Artifact."
Saying this, Xianyun took out a piece of red cloth from her pocket, revealing a small bell underneath.
Xianyun watched Mo Lin nervously, her heart uneasy, unsure if this Ghost Artifact could move Mo Lin's heart.
Mo Lin glanced briefly at the small bell, recognizing it as a Ghost Artifact, rich with Ghost Qi.
But it was useless to Mo Lin.
Netherworld Magical Treasures are divided into two levels: Ghost Artifacts and Yin Artifacts.
Ordinary little ghosts or Ghost Messengers use Ghost Artifacts.
These Ghost Artifacts are usually refined with their own Ghost Qi.
They have some use, but not much,
at least they are useless to Mo Lin.
Moreover, Mo Lin was now part of the Yin Department and had four Yin Artifacts on him, so naturally, this Ghost Artifact held no appeal for him.
Seeing Mo Lin remain silent, Xianyun added, "I can offer you ten million in cash, along with a house and a Rolls-Royce luxury car."
She was desperate to catch a powerful ghost to become a Ghost-Controlling Master.
Her brother and sister were both Ghost-Controlling Masters now.
If she couldn't become one, her influence within the Xian Family would continue to decline.
Xianyun had seen Mo Lin's strength; if anyone could help her catch a ghost, it was him.
Mo Lin furrowed his brow slightly; catching a ghost wasn't impossible.
It was just that finding one could be troublesome.
"If you can help me find a Yin Messenger, I'll promise to help you catch a ghost," Mo Lin proposed something he believed Xianyun couldn't accomplish.
"A Yin Messenger?"
"Yes, the Yin Messenger named Zishang Qingrou."
Xianyun suddenly stood up excitedly, her voice hurried as she asked, "Is the Yin Messenger you're looking for the one from Yedou?"
"Yes, the Yin Messenger from Yedou."
"I know a Yedou Yin Messenger, but I'm not sure if it's the one you're looking for," Xianyun quickly responded.
"Where are they?"
What a surprising discovery, Mo Lin had casually brought it up, not expecting to truly get any information.
"But... that Yin Messenger..." Xianyun hesitated, unsure if she should continue.
"Spit it out," Mo Lin disliked people who held back.
"That Yin Messenger is currently being auctioned."
Xianyun's body trembled as she instinctively took two steps back, creating distance from Mo Lin.
For some reason, she found Mo Lin particularly frightening.
Although Mo Lin did nothing, all the hairs on her body stood on end.
Instinctively, she felt afraid.
"Auctioned? Where?"
Mo Lin's anger was palpable, his tone heavy.
The thought that it might be his senior being auctioned filled Mo Lin with unintentional agitation.
"Brother Mo, please calm down," Xianyun hastily tried to soothe Mo Lin's anger.
"At Jin Ancestral Hall's auction."
The Jin Ancestral Hall used to be an old, rundown Daoist Temple, lacking worshippers, staffed by just two Daoists.
Presumably, the Jin Ancestral Hall would soon fall into ruin and fade from public view.
But that changed on one fateful night seven years ago.
A night of terror descended.
Ghosts spread across the nation.
Countless Daoist Temples suddenly rose up.
Jin Ancestral Hall was one of them.
The rise of these Daoist Temples was due to one reason: they held many things that suppressed ghosts, such as talismans and Peach Wood Swords.
Red silk threads, and so on...
Many people used the power of Daoist Temples to catch ghosts.
The Daoists within these temples reaped considerable benefits from this.
Over the past seven years.
The once shabby little temples had now become grand Daoist Temples.
The Daoists within had become renowned figures.
"Take me to Jin Ancestral Hall."
Seeing that Mo Lin intended to go to Jin Ancestral Hall, Xianyun quickly tried to dissuade him.
"Jin Ancestral Hall is guarded by two fourth-level Ghost-Controlling Masters, and there are five third-level Ghost-Controlling Masters....."
"Just take me to Jin Ancestral Hall. Spare yourself the rest of the trouble. Once everything is settled, I'll help you catch a ghost," Mo Lin promised Xianyun.
Xianyun knew she couldn't argue with Mo Lin and could only nod in agreement.
"Alright."
Xianyun left the hotel with Mo Lin.
As they reached the hotel lobby and were about to leave,
a bald young man in a suit approached.
"Sister Xianyun? Where are you heading?"
The man in the suit stepped forward to block Xianyun's path.
A face full of slyness.
"None of your business." Xianyun snorted coldly and continued to walk away with Mo Lin.
The man in the suit not only didn't move aside but blocked their path further.
"Sister Xianyun, I'm sorry, but you're under house arrest," Zhang Qiang, with a lewd smile, blocked Xianyun's way.
Xianyun turned to glance at Mo Lin, then scolded Zhang Qiang, "I have important matters to attend to, move aside and stop interfering."
"Important matters? Are you referring to the incident last night that resulted in the deaths of five Ghost-Controlling Masters?
Or perhaps when you gave away the family's limited Ghost Artifacts?
Or maybe how, as Acting Patriarch, you've spent nearly ten thousand Netherworld Currency in less than a month on family funds?"
Zhang Qiang's tone was sarcastically caustic, trying to open old wounds.
Xianyun frowned; she was being targeted by her family.
"The old man intends to revoke your position as Acting Patriarch and confine you for six months."
Xianyun had consumed considerable resources and Ghost Artifacts lately, and her family targeted her for it.
"We can discuss that later; I have more important matters to handle right now." Xianyun couldn't bother with family squabbles at the moment.
She needed to take Mo Lin to Jin Ancestral Hall.
"No, you can't leave."
Zhang Qiang signaled, and two burly men stepped forward to block their path.
"You're not going anywhere until the old man arrives," Zhang Qiang's attitude was firm; he wouldn't let Xianyun leave.
Xianyun looked helplessly at Mo Lin, seeking his help.
"Get out of the way." Mo Lin impatiently yelled at Zhang Qiang.
"Dressed in a cosplay outfit, you've forgotten yourself? Stay out of matters that don't concern you." Zhang Qiang yelled at Mo Lin.
Mo Lin was already in a foul mood, and Zhang Qiang's outburst only made it worse.
Mo Lin raised his leg and delivered a solid kick to Zhang Qiang's chest.
The kick sent Zhang Qiang sprawling to the ground, unable to get up.
Mo Lin was part of the Yin Department, and his physical strength was beyond ordinary comparison.
Xianyun paid no mind to the fallen Zhang Qiang as she followed Mo Lin out of the hotel.
As for the two bodyguards, due to Xianyun's status, they dared not make trouble.