Twin female zombies come to the door: My lord, please have mercy!

The afternoon sun was obscured by thick clouds.

Taiping Old Street was shrouded in a somber and gloomy atmosphere.

In the courtyard behind the funeral parlor, the Xuanjie Gathering Yin Array was operating silently.

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

Lin Ye sat cross-legged on the futon in the very center of the formation.

He flipped his hand and summoned the system's storage space.

These past few days have been a frantic struggle between life and death, and the savings I've accumulated are finally taking on a substantial form.

Those rewards lying quietly in the system's inventory were his greatest source of confidence in his next move to wipe out the Yinshan Sect's stronghold.

"Extract the Soul-Suppressing Copper Coin Sword."

Lin Ye silently recited in his heart, and a dazzling crimson-gold light flashed.

A magic sword woven from 108 ancient bronze coins landed steadily in his hand.

The sword weighs over thirty pounds, and each copper coin is tightly bound in the square hole with red thread soaked in black dog blood.

The surface of the copper coin is covered with a green patina, faintly exuding a chilling aura that has slain countless evil spirits.

Lin Ye gripped the sword hilt tightly and poured his vast pure Yang energy into it.

"Buzz!"

One hundred and eight copper coins vibrated in unison, producing a deafening metallic clang.

A layer of visible crimson yang fire rose from the surface of the sword.

Lin Ye's mind raced again, and he decisively activated the limited-time title he had just acquired on the system panel—【True Lord of Fire Control】.

The moment the title took effect, Lin Ye felt a cool sensation between his brows.

His perception and control over flames skyrocketed. The originally rampant and overflowing pure yang fire was now as obedient as an extension of his own limb.

With a slight twitch of his fingers, the flame enveloping the sword instantly compressed and contracted, transforming into a thin layer of crimson-gold light, clinging tightly to the edge of the copper coin.

Not a single ounce of heat escaped; all the destructive power was contained within the sword's edge.

Such exquisite fire control techniques are enough to instantly reduce any vengeful ghost that has been grazed by a sword blade to ashes.

"A fine sword."

Lin Ye twirled the sword with satisfaction and placed the Soul-Suppressing Copper Coin Sword flat on his lap.

He reached into the storage space again and took out a mechanical box, no bigger than a walnut and made entirely of brass.

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

The bee's thin wings are covered with micro-carved Taoist runes, and its two compound eyes gleam with a cold, eerie green light.

This is the Xuan-rank magical artifact, the [Guiding Bee].

This creature does not need to be fed any living things; it feeds solely on malevolent spirits and resentful energy.

Once it intercepts even a wisp of the enemy's scent, it can ignore terrain obstacles, relentlessly pursue the enemy's trail, and strike at the heart of the enemy's lair.

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

Inside the paper package was a wisp of black ash from the "Centipede Soul Devourer" that had been scattered from the neck of the female designer Su Qinghan that morning.

He crushed the black ash and brought it to the guide bee.

The brass bee emitted a rapid buzzing sound, and the mechanism on its abdomen opened, sucking in all the wisp of black ash.

Then, it circled twice in mid-air, its compound eyes locking onto the east direction of the city, and hovered on Lin Ye's shoulder, flapping its wings, ready to set off at any moment.

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

The abandoned ancient temple on the eastern outskirts of the city, from which black mud statues filled with poisonous insects were unearthed, must have been an important altar set up by the Yinshan Sect in Jiangzhou.

While charging straight in would be exhilarating, figuring out the enemy's hand beforehand is more in line with his usual style.

Lin Ye's gaze fell on the pitch-black [Netherworld Treasure] in his palm.

This hard currency from the underworld should come in handy.

"Fatty!"

Lin Ye shouted towards the front hall.

Fatty Wang was exchanging information with Chu Hongyan on his phone when he heard the summons. He immediately ran into the backyard with his round belly sticking out.

"Hang up a sign outside the main gate that reads 'Inventory Today, No Visitors Allowed,' and pull the roller shutter all the way down."

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

"Move over an offering table and prepare three sticks of incense to guide the soul and a bowl of uncooked rice."

Seeing this, the fat man knew that Lin Ye was about to use those unpredictable tricks again, so without saying a word, he quickly prepared all the necessary items.

The offering table is placed upright, with the incense burner in the center.

Lin Ye lit three sticks of incense to guide the soul and placed them in the incense burner.

The wisp of smoke rose straight up, and despite the suppression of the Yin Gathering Array, it did not dissipate, instead transforming into a stagnant gray cloud.

He picked up the Netherworld Coin, bit his middle finger, and smeared a drop of pure Yang blood onto the square hole of the coin.

He then threw it heavily into the bowl of raw rice.

"Borrowing the path between Yin and Yang, opening the gates of the netherworld, wandering spirits of the four directions, come quickly to see me!"

The incantation landed.

The space in front of the offering table distorted violently, and a gust of cold wind carrying a strong earthy smell rose from the ground.

Large patches of black water seeped from the bluestone pavement.

A burly ghostly figure, over two meters tall and wrapped in rusty iron chains, slowly rose from the water, accompanied by the ear-piercing sound of the chains dragging on the ground.

The ghostly figure wore a tall hat, had a bluish-purple face, and held a mourning stick stained with dried blood in its hand.

He was dressed like a ghost messenger.

Because ordinary wandering ghosts dare not accept Lin Ye's incense offerings.

Only those with such profound cultivation and supernatural abilities would dare to cross realms following the aura of the Netherworld Treasure.

"Who dares to disturb my patrol with Netherworld Coins?"

The underworld official's voice was deep and muffled, carrying an air of superiority and oppressive power.

He brandished his mourning staff, trying to intimidate this arrogant and ignorant man.

Lin Ye stood behind the offering table, not moving an inch.

He decisively clicked on the title with hidden meaning on the system panel.

[Pretentious as the wind].

The moment the title took effect, Lin Ye's aura surged dramatically.

He slowly raised his eyes, his gaze revealing an arrogant disdain for the netherworld.

"Who do you know who I am? You took my money, so you have to answer to me. Kneel down!"

The last two words, amplified by the bass reverb of the phrase "Pretentious as the Wind," transformed into rolling thunder, exploding violently in the enclosed courtyard of the backyard.

A hint of contempt shone in the withered, yellow eyes of the underworld official.

In Jiangzhou, a small place, apart from those few old monsters who have secluded themselves in seclusion, who wouldn't be trembling with fear when they see the messengers of the underworld?

The mourning staff in his hand was forged from Nether Iron, specifically designed to strike the souls of the living. One strike would cause even the strongest cultivator to tremble.

However, when he swung his mourning stick halfway through, Lin Ye's "Pretentious as the Wind" title completely erupted.

In the eyes of the underworld official, the ordinary young man instantly transformed into a towering figure, resembling a golden-armored deity surveying the human world.

At that moment, Leng Yue, who was behind Lin Ye, slightly opened her eyes.

Those eyes held a desolation and annihilation that spanned a thousand years.

With a "crack," the mourning staff in the hands of the underworld official came to an abrupt halt in mid-air. Due to the excessive force used, the yin energy runes wrapped around the staff developed tiny cracks.

His once upright spine seemed to be pressed down by a mountain, a suppression from the depths of his soul.

He recalled the forbidden beings recorded in the Underworld Scrolls, and seeing Lin Ye's arrogant and confident demeanor, his pride was instantly shattered by fear.

Moreover, he had a feeling that if he really struck down with his staff, he would be instantly vaporized into nothingness by that golden yang fire before he even touched the other party.

Seeing this, Lin Ye drew the Soul-Suppressing Copper Coin Sword with his right hand, pointing the blade directly at the face of the underworld official.

One hundred and eight ancient bronze coins burst forth with dazzling crimson gold fire, and their extremely powerful and yang-like aura directly blocked the escape route of the underworld officials.

The Yin messenger was so shocked by this terrifying masculine aura that his Yin energy dissipated.

His tall body trembled violently uncontrollably, his knees buckled, and he crashed heavily onto the bluestone slab, leaving two clear cracks.

He looked up in terror and finally saw the woman in black standing next to Lin Ye.

Leng Yue crossed her arms and looked down at him.

In its deep red eyes, the golden and crimson karmic fire of the lotus swirled wildly. The absolute rank suppression of the drought demon pinned the soul of this underworld official to the spot, rendering him unable to move even a little finger.

Froststar peeked halfway out from the shadows of the corridor.

The little girl licked her two sharp little tiger teeth, her eyes fixed on the body of the underworld official, which was formed from pure death energy, and made clear swallowing sounds.

"Brother-in-law, this tall guy smells so good! Can I tear off one of his arms and eat it as a snack?"

Upon hearing these words, the underworld official was so terrified that large drops of black cold sweat poured from his forehead and streamed down his bluish-purple cheeks.

He finally realized what a terrifying abyss he had stepped into!