Catching Ghosts as Head of Yin Department-Chapter 474 - 472: Do You Think I’m Qualified?

The Evil King was furious, his face turning red,

"Mo Lin, this is none of your business, step back." The Evil King scolded Mo Lin.

If Mo Lin weren’t a Six-Colored Red Dust Immortal, he would have slapped him to death.

Such a disgrace.

Everyone’s eyes were now focused on Mo Lin.

Mo Lin was fearless, ignoring the Evil King’s words, and calmly stepped forward to the center position.

Lu Xiao was puzzled by Mo Lin’s display.

Even if Mo Lin wanted to show off, why would he choose this way to die?

Lu Xiao was astonished, thinking this was someone who had lived enough already!

A mere Six-Colored Red Dust Immortal shouldn’t take himself too seriously.

"My God... what are you doing?"

Lu Xiao walked forward apprehensively and grabbed Mo Lin’s clothes, trying to pull him back.

But Mo Lin remained unmoved, completely unyielding.

"You’re truly crazy." Seeing Mo Lin unyielding, Lu Xiao sighed helplessly and retreated, deciding not to bother with him.

Mo Lin’s actions weren’t just offending the Evil King.

He had offended the Three Kings.

This was the first time encountering someone so bold as to offend all Three Kings at once.

After today, there would be no place for Mo Lin in the Cultivation Hall.

Even if Mo Lin were a Six-Colored Red Dust Immortal, it wouldn’t matter.

Mo Lin raised his right hand and calmly said, "What do you all think of me?"

The Evil King’s expression gradually became impatient, asking Mo Lin, "Think what?"

"Can I be the Vice Hall Master?" Mo Lin’s voice wasn’t loud, but everyone heard him clearly.

"A Six-Colored Red Dust Immortal wants to be Vice Hall Master?"

"Did I hear that right?"

"Is this guy crazy?"

Everyone around mocked Mo Lin.

To them, this was the funniest thing they had heard in their lifetime.

To them, Mo Lin was undoubtedly insane.

"Holy cow... is this guy serious?" The most shocked was definitely Lu Xiao.

Yesterday, when Mo Lin mentioned he wanted to be Vice Hall Master, Lu Xiao thought he was joking.

He never expected that Mo Lin was serious.

Lu Xiao even suspected that Mo Lin was not right in the head.

No sane person would do this.

The Evil King sneered, "You as Vice Hall Master?"

A contemptuous look emerged from his eyes.

The Ming King also disdainfully shouted, "Do you deserve it?"

"You don’t understand your worth."

"Truly ignorant."

King Jing sneered at Mo Lin, "Become a Thirteen-Colored Red Dust Immortal first, then you can contend for the Vice Hall Master position."

"Well... I am now a Thirteen-Colored Red Dust Immortal," Mo Lin said leisurely.

"Are you kidding? You are obviously a Six-colored..." Lu Xiao’s pupils suddenly shrank, he was immediately speechless.

The moment he saw the Thirteen-color Wishing Power surging before Mo Lin.

He froze.

His mouth slowly opened, at a loss for words.

"Thirteen-color Wishing Power?"

"We were just saying, are you serious? Is it really Thirteen-color Wishing Power?"

Lu Xiao’s emotions were like a roller coaster, fluctuating up and down.

In just a few minutes, Mo Lin had shocked him several times.

The Evil King also frowned, no longer daring to underestimate Mo Lin.

After all, the power of a Thirteen-Colored Red Dust Immortal was right there to be seen.

The Ming King and King Jing both showed difficulty on their faces.

Among the crowd, Min Xiaoqian also had a look of surprise.

"He’s... a Thirteen-Colored Red Dust Immortal?" She had suspected Mo Lin was hiding his strength last night.

Unexpectedly, she guessed correctly.

"Now do I have the qualification to compete for the Vice Hall Master position?" Thirteen-color Wishing Power surged before Mo Lin.

"You’ve only been here a few days, even if you are..." A man stepped out to scold Mo Lin, but couldn’t finish his sentence.

Mo Lin raised his hand, and Thirteen-color Wishing Power pierced through the man’s chest, blood spurting out as a fist-sized hole appeared in his chest, causing him to instantly fall.

A mere weakling trying to stand out, isn’t that courting death? 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Mo Lin stood out because he had strength.

This weakling standing out, what did he have?

If not him, then who should die?

Everyone here was an Evil Cultivator, killing was just killing, Mo Lin felt no guilt.

"Anyone dissatisfied with me, step out and say it." Mo Lin stood in the center of the crowd, facing the forces of the Three Kings alone.

"I’m dissatisfied." A man stood out to speak.

"Splush!"

Blood splattered as Mo Lin slapped the man into a pulp.

The scene was a bit gory.

The Three Kings did not act, they were watching to see Mo Lin’s strength.

"Didn’t you just say if you’re dissatisfied, you can stand up and say it?" Another skinny man stepped out and said slowly.

"Yes, whoever’s dissatisfied can just say it."

Mo Lin added, "Whoever’s dissatisfied, I’ll kill them, step out to express dissatisfaction."

Hearing Mo Lin’s last sentence, the skinny man immediately shrank back, with a helpless expression.

"What’s wrong? Are you dissatisfied with me?" Mo Lin raised an eyebrow, casting a doubtful gaze at the skinny man.

"No no no..." The skinny man was so frightened his face turned white.

"I’m satisfied, I’m very satisfied." The skinny man responded instantly, not delaying even a second.

Afraid that speaking a second slower would get slapped dead by Mo Lin.

The chattering crowd suddenly quieted down, the scene fell into silence.

"Is anyone else dissatisfied with me?" Mo Lin looked around and asked.

Who would dare say dissatisfied?

Say dissatisfied, and get slapped dead.

Who would dare speak?

"Good, seems you all have no objections to me campaigning for Vice Hall Master." Mo Lin smiled and walked to the front.

Standing side by side with the Three Kings.

"Little brother, even though you are a Thirteen-Colored Red Dust Immortal, don’t be too arrogant." The Evil King frowned scolding Mo Lin.

"We Three Kings are not to be trifled with." The Ming King similarly stated.

In one sentence, they aligned themselves on the same side.

"Exactly, even if you are strong, you cannot defeat us Three Kings." King Jing followed suit.

Mo Lin wasted no words, directly attacking King Jing.

Relying on just talking couldn’t suppress these people.

If you want to establish yourself and secure the Vice Hall Master position, it requires strength.

"Do you think you’re the only Thirteen-Colored Red Dust Immortal?" King Jing shouted, retracting Thirteen-color Wishing Power from behind him.

They were taking pills.

Their strength was naturally not weak.

King Jing raised his right hand, Thirteen-color Wishing Power surged out, blocking Mo Lin’s Thirteen-color Wishing Power.

The next moment, Mo Lin charged at King Jing and landed a solid punch on King Jing’s chest.

The punch made King Jing cough up blood.

Both being Thirteen-Colored Red Dust Immortals, Mo Lin was far stronger than King Jing.

Mo Lin pointed at the Evil King and Ming King beside him and slowly said, "You two should stop standing idly, let’s start together."

The Evil King immediately rushed at Mo Lin, meanwhile, Ming King also acted.

They were all cultivating as Red Dust Immortals and were all Thirteen-Colored Red Dust Immortals.

As for why practice as Red Dust Immortal, there’s only one reason.

Red Dust Immortal has prospects, strong enough.

Furthermore, insights can be gained into techniques later.

This is also why they choose to cultivate as Red Dust Immortal.

All relying on pill cultivation, certainly going for the strongest.