Yin Realm, Yedou.
The dark hue enveloped the entire Yin Realm.
A gust of yin wind blew past, causing the bell hanging outside the gate of Yedou to jingle softly.
"Mo Lin, having served in Yedou for seven years, has achieved thirty-six great feats and six hundred seventy-four minor feats, and is hereby conferred the title of Yin Departnt."
A deep voice echoed throughout Yedou.
The voice resonated in the air for a long ti before dissipating.
Over three hundred Yin ssengers gathered here, all eyes now fixed on the young man dressed plainly at the front.
In their depths, their eyes held traces of admiration and envy.
Everyone understood well how difficult it was to accomplish thirty-six significant achievents in seven years.
Each task was enough to turn them, these Yin ssengers, into specters, vanishing in the Underworld.
Mo Lin’s confernt as a mber of the Yin Departnt was closely tied not only to his ntor but also to his own relentless efforts.
"Mo Lin, step forward to receive your confernt." A man in a black robe with a long beard called out loudly.
Though he spoke normally, he gave off an intimidating impression.
He wore a black hat, adorned with a few feathers.
This man was King Yan.
A hundred years ago, after the Emperor of Yedou disappeared, he naturally beca the ruler of Yedou.
"Yes."
Mo Lin cupped his hands and, amid the envious gazes of the Ghost ssengers, slowly ascended the platform.
King Yan waved his hand, and two n appeared not far away, carrying a black sedan chair slowly forward.
Inside the sedan chair were stacks of Netherworld Currency, filling the entire space.
This was about a million Netherworld Coins, a considerable resource for the whole of Yedou.
Mo Lin lowered his head silently, looking at the sedan chair filled with Netherworld Coins, not surprised in the least, as these coins were essential for the confernt to the Yin Departnt.
He rembered when he was first appointed as a Yin ssenger, he had also used Netherworld Currency, about ten thousand Netherworld Coins.
"Bestow the Yin Robe."
King Yan, holding a book in his right hand, muttered sothing and waved his hand.
The Netherworld Currency in the red sedan chair transford instantly, like snow eting fire, into a mass of black fog.
The fog gathered in the air and then enveloped Mo Lin’s body, gradually revealing a red hue.
The red circled around Mo Lin’s body, condensed into a mass, and then beca a red official robe.
The bright red robe had touches of golden stripes, forming dragon patterns on the shoulders, the sleeves were white, and the rest was red.
It was quite different from the Yin ssenger’s attire.
The Yin ssengers wore black clothes, with a character for "ssenger" on it, whereas Mo Lin’s Yin Departnt robe only had a golden dragon pattern, without any corresponding character.
Mo Lin’s body trembled violently as an unknown force surged into his body.
Mo Lin clearly felt that his strength was greater than before, as if there was an endless supply of Ghost Qi within him.
King Yan drew a crystal blue long sword from his sleeve and handed it to Mo Lin.
The long sword was beautiful, with a sheath engraved with flower-like patterns, with clear and distinct lines.
"Congratulations on becoming a mber of the Yin Departnt; this is my personal gift to you."
"Thank you, Your Majesty King Yan." Mo Lin received the crystal blue sword, heavily thanking King Yan.
At the sight of this crystal blue long sword, Mo Lin’s eyes lit up.
This was a Yin Artifact, a hundred tis more formidable than an ordinary Ghost Artifact.
For King Yan to give such a valuable gift showed his high regard for Mo Lin.
"Junior Brother Mo Lin, congratulations on becoming a mber of the Yin Departnt." said a woman with her hair tied up, dressed similarly to Mo Lin, congratulating him.
This woman was Mo Lin’s senior sister.
After Mo Lin entered the Underworld, she was the first ghost he t.
She was also the one who led Mo Lin to Yedou’s Ghost ssenger Academy, guiding him to beco a Yin ssenger.
"Senior Sister Yunxiao, we’re all family, no need for formalities." Mo Lin responded politely.
"Here’s a little sothing for you." Yunxiao waved her hand, and a golden hairpin flew towards Mo Lin, landing in his hand.
"This little thing of mine is no less valuable than the gift from King Yan."
This golden hairpin was surprisingly heavy, likely a Yin Artifact as well.
Yunxiao turned her gaze to the audience of over three hundred Yin ssengers below the stage, her eyes cold, implying sothing.
Everyone instantly understood.
The over three hundred Yin ssengers simultaneously half-knelt on the ground, shouting in unison: "Greetings to Mo Lin, mber of the Yin Departnt."
The scene was spectacular.
Since the Ghost Realm rebellion, and the Judge announced leaving Yedou, it had been over seventy years since a mber of the Yin Departnt appeared.
Mo Lin’s confernt stirred not just the entire Yedou, but every specter in the Underworld knew that a new mber of the Yin Departnt was born.
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the task to beco a mber of the Yin Departnt, activating the Ghost Suppression Book, and preparing to return the host to the mortal world."
Upon hearing the voice from the depths of his mind, from that book, Mo Lin’s eyes reddened with excitent.
He had been in the Underworld for seven full years, and this thing finally reacted.
Seven years ago, Mo Lin was still in college, and on his way ho, he saw a book of dark gray color on the ground.
The cover of the book had the words "Ghost Suppression Book" written in large characters.
Mo Lin was extrely curious, so he picked up the book.
Then he experienced a dizziness and was brought into the Underworld by the Ghost Suppression Book.
The Ghost Suppression Book gave Mo Lin his first task, to beco a mber of the Yin Departnt and return to the mortal world.
Mo Lin had desperately vanquished ghosts in the Underworld for these years, all to beco a mber of the Yin Departnt, to complete the task assigned by the Ghost Suppression Book and return to the mortal world.
He was human, not a ghost... Staying in the Underworld for so many years was too painful...
Seven years... He could finally go back.
Just then, a golden light enveloped Mo Lin’s body.
King Yan and others were all astonished.
"How could this be? mbers of the Yin Departnt can also go to the mortal world?"
King Yan’s first reaction was one of shock.
The path between the Underworld and the mortal world had cracked open seven years ago, allowing many Little Ghosts to enter the mortal world.
But it was limited to Little Ghosts going to the mortal world.
The stronger the entity, the greater the limitation on entering the mortal world.
For soone like Mo Lin, a powerful mber of the Yin Departnt, going to the mortal world would co with an enormous price.
At least a cost that would cause King Yan heartache.
In the mont King Yan was distracted, two-thirds of Mo Lin’s body had already disappeared.
Unable to give any instructions, King Yan threw a scroll to Mo Lin.
"Mo Lin, catch.."
Mo Lin reached out to grab the scroll, and then his body disappeared.
.....
Yun Chuan City.
The Wanlin Mountain scenic area was sparsely populated, shrouded in white mist.
Though it was midday, the dense fog hovering over Wanlin Mountain showed no sign of dispersing.
Two figures moved through the depths of the forest.
"Elder Li, are you sure that thing is here?"
A woman in white sportswear asked the middle-aged man beside her in puzzlent.
She had been wandering this mountain for over three hours without finding that thing.
"Miss, I’m sure that thing is on this mountain, but it seems to be hiding because it’s dayti.
Based on the information I’ve gathered, the ghost hiding here should be ’Dangerous Level’." the middle-aged man explained.
Hearing the words ’Dangerous Level’, Wu Min’s eyes glead with excitent.
Her heart was set ablaze.
If she could subdue a Dangerous Level ghost, she could smoothly beco a Level Three Ghost-Controlling Master.
With a bit more investnt, becoming a Level Four Ghost-Controlling Master wouldn’t be impossible either.
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