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

"Immortal...Immortal, spare my life! This lowly deity was blind and offended your divine might!"

The underworld official banged his head on the ground, his voice trembling, all traces of his previous arrogance gone.

"I don't have time to waste with your nonsense."

Lin Ye sheathed the Soul-Suppressing Copper Coin Sword to his side and pointed to the Netherworld Coin in the bowl of raw rice.

"What are the Yinshan Sect up to at that abandoned ancient temple on the outskirts of the city? Explain yourself clearly, and this coin will be yours. If you dare to conceal even a single word, I'll have my maid devour you alive."

The underworld official nodded repeatedly, no longer daring to harbor any thought of concealment.

"Replying to the Immortal, beneath that ancient temple lies an extremely yin energy point within the Jiangzhou region."

"Those lunatics from the Yinshan Sect unearthed a headless evil Buddha there half a month ago. It's a malevolent object left behind by the White Lotus Sect hundreds of years ago."

The underworld official swallowed hard and spoke very quickly.

"They took control of a venture capital firm run by ordinary people. Under the guise of developing a resort, they recruited a large number of construction workers with strong yang energy. Every day, they extracted the blood from those workers' hearts to water that evil Buddha statue, trying to awaken the evil spirit inside."

"The female designer who was cursed with the Centipede Soul-Devouring Curse was their chosen [Sacrificial Cauldron]."

Upon hearing this, Lin Ye's eyes instantly turned icy cold.

They used construction workers' lives to fill the ranks, and even used Su Qinghan as a sacrifice.

These rats in the gutter have become utterly depraved and insane in their actions.

"Get lost." Lin Ye waved his hand.

The underworld official, feeling as if granted a pardon, grabbed the Netherworld Coin from the bowl of uncooked rice, his body transformed into a pool of black water, and he vanished into the ground as if his backside was on fire, disappearing without a trace.

Wang Pangzi, who was listening nearby, felt his scalp tingle and his face turn pale.

"Ye Zi, these bastards really don't care about human life! Dozens of construction workers, just turned into their blood bags? We need to notify the Ninth Bureau right away to arrest them!"

Lin Ye sneered.

"It takes time for the Ninth Intendant to go through the procedures and mobilize personnel. By the time they surround the scene, it will be too late. Tonight, we will fire the first shot in this battle."

He turned to look at the guide bee perched on his shoulder, a chilling murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

"Since they're holding a sacrificial ceremony tonight, I'll give them a little something in advance: cripple the spellcaster who cast the curse and break one of their arms!"

Lin Ye bit his left index finger and quickly drew a complex Tai Chi Yin-Yang diagram on the yellow cloth covering the offering table.

The primordial true energy of the Pure Yang Dao Body poured out without reservation.

"System, unlock the true meaning of the [Thousand-Mile Soul-Binding Technique]!"

Lin Ye gave the order sternly in his heart.

A vast amount of profound information instantly flooded his mind.

This spell can follow the causal energy, disregard spatial distance, and forcibly tear apart the caster's three souls and seven spirits.

This is also why he had to leave that pinch of black ash as a medium.

Lin Ye formed a strange hand seal in front of his chest.

"Cold Moon, seal off the aura in the backyard! We absolutely cannot allow even a fraction of that aura to leak out!"

Leng Yue nodded, her fair hand gently waving.

The extremely cold yin energy, at the level of a drought demon, transformed into a transparent barrier, completely enveloping the backyard of the funeral parlor.

Lin Ye used the Seven Star Steps to move swiftly around the offering table.

Then he grabbed the brass guide bee and pressed it into the yin eye of the Bagua diagram.

He held the Soul-Suppressing Copper Coin Sword in his right hand high, its tip pointing straight to the sky.

"Heaven and Earth are the origin of all things, the root of all Qi! Lend me your Yang Fire to lock away the soul and restrain the spirit!"

"Arrest him!"

Lin Ye roared and plunged his sword fiercely into the Yang Eye of the array diagram.

"boom!"

The three sticks of incense on the offering table burned out instantly.

An invisible chain, imperceptible to the naked eye, followed the energy locked by the guiding bee and shot out at a terrifying speed exceeding the speed of sound towards the east of Jiangzhou City.

The moment the chains left, Lin Ye's body swayed violently, and his face went from pale to almost transparent.

This kind of long-range curse spell consumes not only true energy, but also the caster's vital energy and spirit.

"That old guy, he's been hiding pretty well."

Lin Ye gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand firm, pressing his hands tightly against the trembling altar.

A strange vision appeared in his closed eyes at this moment:

My gaze pierced through the bricks and tiles of the old street, swept past the bustling streets, and was rapidly traversing along a pitch-black "causal line".

One end of the black line connected to the ashes in front of him, while the other end plunged straight into a desolate mountain covered by a thick aura of death.

It was a leap in space, and even more so, a pursuit of the Way of Heaven.

Seeing this, Leng Yue immediately stepped forward and gently placed a cool yet soft hand on Lin Ye's back.

A pure and yin essence, devoid of any evil, passed through, forcefully stabilizing Lin Ye's shaky sea of ​​consciousness.

"Freeze!" Lin Ye roared inwardly.

In his mind, he seemed to see a dark underground chamber and an old man in a black robe with a wrinkled face and a sinister smile.

The old man was smugly fiddling with the straw figure, completely unaware that the Grim Reaper's hook was already hanging over his head.

……

At the same time.

Deep underground in the abandoned ancient temple on the eastern outskirts of the city.

The room, made of blue bricks, was filled with the pungent smell of blood.

In the center of the secret chamber stands a black clay Buddha statue that is over three meters tall.

The Buddha statue has no head, and dark red viscous fluid is constantly seeping from the severed neck.

A gaunt elder from the Yinshan Sect, dressed in a black robe, sat cross-legged in front of the evil Buddha.

He held a straw figure with Su Qinghan's birth date and time affixed to it in his hand, muttering incantations as he prepared for the final rehearsal of tonight's sacrificial ceremony.

Sudden.

The old man's heart skipped a beat, and an unprecedented terror gripped his throat.

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

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

A chain formed from pure Yang thunder and fire burst forth, piercing his chest and binding his soul tightly.

"No!!!"

The old man let out a scream that sounded inhuman.

The pure Yang fire exploded deep within his soul.

That unparalleled tearing force forcibly ripped his soul and spirit from his body.

He coughed up blood and fell backward in front of the altar.

He instantly became extremely weak, and the foundation he had cultivated for decades was mostly destroyed in that moment, turning him into a complete cripple.

……

The backyard of the funeral parlor.

Lin Ye suddenly pulled the peach wood sword in his hand backward.

Accompanied by a faint ghostly howl.

A fragmented soul burning with black karmic flames was forcibly dragged back to the courtyard by the invisible chain and slammed heavily onto the Bagua diagram.

The soul struggled frantically within the formation, uttering piercing curses, but it was utterly unable to break free from the binding force of the pure yang energy.

"We caught them."

Lin Ye's face was pale, his forehead was covered in sweat, but a wild smile flickered in his eyes.

He pulled a blank sheet of yellow paper from his pocket, flipped his wrist, and slapped the wisp of soul directly into the paper.

With a flash of pure Yang fire at his fingertips, he folded the talisman into a tight knot, sealing it completely.

"Having lost a soul and a spirit, the spellcaster hiding in the shadows is now less than an ordinary person. The Yinshan Sect's defenses in the ancient temple have been breached."

Lin Ye stuffed the talisman containing the remnant soul into his tactical backpack and turned to look at the dumbfounded fat man.

"Fatty, notify Chu Hongyan and have her take the two most elite firepower squads, dressed in plainclothes, and surround all the exits of the ancient temple in the east of the city."

Lin Ye grabbed the Soul-Suppressing Copper Coin Sword and casually twirled it in mid-air with a sharp sword flourish.

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