After some discussion, the group decided that this method was the safest option.
It's secluded... Ordinary people can't see anything, only cultivators... No, this Clear Creek Town has its own ancestor in charge, a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and Rogue Cultivator would rather avoid it altogether, how could any other cultivators possibly come here?
The head of the Mo Household family made up his mind and said, "Fourth brother, you handle this matter... Remember, be discreet and don't leave any traces."
"The Mo Household has been able to develop to this point without the slightest mistake."
The man nodded emphatically, said he understood, and then took his leave.
After leaving the area, Mo Ling, whose back had been slightly hunched, immediately straightened up. The servants who had been waiting at the door hurriedly followed the imposing man, calling out from behind, "Fourth Master!"
Without turning his head, Mo Ling said, "Go and prepare the things for my spell."
The attendant's expression hardened; he knew something was bound to happen tonight, and he quickly went to make preparations.
Not long after.
All the items needed for the spell were prepared and placed in a secluded courtyard. The courtyard was desolate, with only a locust tree growing there. Its branches were bare, and in the deep night, it looked like a demon or a monster.
Mo Ling stood before the altar, on which were placed three items.
A small, dark urn, a sword, and... a yellow talisman with the scholar's birth date and time written on it.
The Mo Household is about to swallow the entire Huang Household, so obtaining a member of the Huang Household's birth date and time would be an easy task.
Mo Ling stood beneath the locust tree, the moonlight obscured by thick clouds, with only a somber green oil lamp on the altar emitting an eerie glow.
The servants had already dismissed him, leaving him alone in the courtyard.
Bathed in the eerie green light, he appeared sinister and terrifying. His life force was gradually concealed, replaced by a heavy aura of ghosts and demons, clearly indicating that he was an Evil Cultivator.
It's hard to imagine that Daoist Mo Yun came from the Jade Spring Sect, the number one immortal Jade Spring Sect in the Jing Kingdom, although his potential has been exhausted and his foundation damaged, was a demon-slaying and monster-eliminating person in his youth, yet Evil Cultivator have emerged from his descendants.
Mo Ling picked up the master's sword, which was about seven inches long and completely black. The blade was covered with twisted runes. He cut his fingertip with the sword and chanted strange and difficult-to-pronounce incantations. The incantations were fine and dense, like insects crawling and spreading, making it even more terrifying.
A series of eerie winds blew in from nowhere, making the large locust tree behind them rustle loudly, as if demons had descended upon the world.
Amidst the chanting, a drop of blood from the master's sword fell onto the dark urn, where it was swiftly absorbed.
He repeated the process, dripping a drop of blood imbued with a spell onto the yellow talisman. Then, he opened the small urn, quickly stuffed the talisman inside, and stood on the altar. The eerie incantations he chanted became increasingly terrifying, and the yin wind grew stronger.
With a clang!
The rusty sword struck the small urn, causing the eerie green candle flame to surge up, like a ghostly apparition.
Mo Ling uttered even more intricate and eerie sounds, like countless insects devouring each other, while from inside the small urn came wailing sounds, as if countless tiny, twisted wronged souls were silently lamenting.
Inside a room at the inn.
The oil lamp had been extinguished, but neither the master nor the servant had fallen asleep.
Suddenly.
The scholar seemed to sense something and looked up in a certain direction, while the Daoist boy, who had transformed into a page, looked at him with concern at the green flame that was emanating from his body, like a will-o'-the-wisp.
The scholar seemed to understand his worries, flicked his sleeve, and the will-o'-the-wisps on his body vanished without a trace. He laughed and said, "Not enough."
Inside a secluded courtyard.
Mo Ling suddenly frowned.
Under the spellcaster's perception, the young man from the Huang Household had clearly fallen under his spell. Although he appeared outwardly normal, his soul had actually been completely destroyed by the curse.
But Mo Ling felt... that the other party still seemed to have a chance of survival.
"No!"
"To truly eradicate the weeds, you must nip them in the bud! You need to add fuel to the fire!"
Mo Ling's mind raced, and he quickly made a decision. He turned around and dug out another black urn from under the locust tree. Compared to the one on the altar, this one was obviously much larger.
His face appeared somewhat pale; clearly, casting a curse to kill the opponent would not only deplete his Law Power but also his vital energy and spirit.
But it was all worth it.
As long as the Mo Household continues to prosper, Mo Ling will not care about this little bit of lifespan and energy.
He chanted the incantation again, used his sword to break the seal on the large black urn, and said, "Go! Bring the scholar's soul here!"
A chilling aura emanated from the large black urn, seeping into the deep night.
Mo Ling felt much more at ease.
With the help of this evil spirit, success is assured!
Inside the inn.
Amidst a hazy cloud of smoke, a black figure suddenly appeared.
After the ghost entered, it was initially taken aback, clearly not expecting such a scene. However, it was a tormented ghost who had died unjustly, and the pain constantly tormented its sanity. Upon seeing its target standing not far away, it ignored all these anomalies and pounced on it directly.
Just as the opponent lunged at the scholar, a hand reached out from behind him, landed on his head, and made a retracting motion. The terrifying ghost was silently drawn into the hand and transformed into a black ball.
The smoke slowly dissipated, and the room returned to silence; not a sound could be heard outside.
The scholar looked at the black pill dripping with resentment in his hand, his expression indifferent, his tone icy, and said, "We've got the leverage over you. Go and meet the person in charge."
Inside a secluded courtyard.
The moment Mo Ling lost the Yin Ghost, his face flushed red, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, his aura immediately weakening.
But he had no time to grieve; fear flashed across his face as he cried out, "Help! Help!"
Not long after.
He was carried to the head of the Mo Household family, who was shocked by his miserable state. "Fourth brother... what happened?"
Mo Ling shouted loudly, "Brother! Disaster is imminent! Disaster is imminent!"
Upon hearing this, the head of the Mo Household family's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly tried to call someone to discuss the matter, but just then, the moonlight outside shone brightly, and its silvery radiance shone in from outside.
The Mo Household family patriarch's expression changed drastically. He rushed outside, but the moonlight was like water, and the smoke was billowing, clearly indicating that the entire area had been sealed off.
Although he was only at the Late Qi Refining Stage, he could still feel the suffocating aura of majesty and killing intent that enveloped the entire hall.
He turned around abruptly and saw a handsome Daoist sitting in the main seat, with a golden incense burner, a jade tablet, and a spirit sword hanging at his waist. His black hair was tied back with a jade crown, making him look like a celestial being from the moon.
A boy stood behind him, holding a bundle of jade ropes in his left hand and a jade bell in his right, as if he were about to throw it at any moment.
"Master of the Mo Household, where do you plan to flee to?"