Scum Of The Demonic Sect

Chapter 87 He's My Man!

Lin Haoming stared intently at the ribbons binding him, and was surprised to find that some of them had developed grotesque and terrifying ghost heads.

These ghost heads, though grotesque, seemed to be in extreme pain, giving the impression of vengeful spirits suffering torture in hell.

Lin Haoming felt a chill run down his spine; under this terror, he couldn't activate the talisman he was about to use.

Lin Haoming subconsciously sensed that this howling and wailing was probably not just frightening, but might also contain some more powerful magic, intimidating the soul.

With this thought flashing through his mind, Lin Haoming felt a sense of panic, and desperately wanted to break free from this restraint.

Almost instinctively, the "Soul-Soothing Incantation" flashed into Lin Haoming's mind. Without thinking, he immediately began reciting it.

As soon as the incantation was recited, the feeling of being completely stunned quickly subsided. At the same time, something suddenly appeared in his mind.

Once Lin Haoming understood what this was, he immediately put away the talisman in his hand and began to continuously perform hand seals while chanting the "Soul-Soothing Incantation."

With the incantation and hand gestures, Lin Haoming's entire body emitted a faint, soft white light.

The white light gave off an exceptionally peaceful feeling. The howls and screams of the hideous ghost heads subsided when faced with this light.

Seeing this, Lin Haoming was overjoyed. He immediately doubled his efforts, and the white light on his body instantly became even brighter. Simultaneously, white specks of light flew out from the light and surged directly towards the ghost heads.

When the white light landed on the ghost heads, they screamed again. This scream was distinctly different from the previous ones; it seemed to be in great pain, yet also carried a sense of relief.

Just as these screams continued, Lin Haoming suddenly noticed the ribbon rapidly retracting. Clearly, Shao Youhe had realized something was wrong.

Lin Haoming didn't stop. The white light continued towards the ghost heads.

The spectators saw Shao Youhe's ribbon envelop Lin Haoming, but instead of his expected defeat, Shao Youhe withdrew the ribbon herself.

But as she pulled the ribbon back, the ghost heads broke free one by one. Then, under the influence of the white light, they transformed into white orbs of light and flew into the sky.

Finally, a rainbow appeared in the sky, as if a bridge to reincarnation had been built for these ghosts, allowing them to enter the cycle of reincarnation.

As the orbs of light vanished, they transformed back into specks of white light, falling back to the ground and finally landing on Lin Haoming.

Watching the ghost heads on her ribbon being exorcised one by one, Shao Youhe's pretty face contorted in anger.

When she realized she couldn't save them, she screamed like a shrew. "My Thousand Soul Ribbon, you deserve to die! I'll extract your soul and refine it!"

Shao Youhe was furious, but Lin Haoming was overjoyed.

The white specks of light surging from his body were none other than the merit he had absorbed. He had initially been reluctant to part with this merit when he learned it could dissolve ghosts and exorcise them, as it was hard to obtain. But now, he was filled with mixed emotions of joy and surprise. When the ghost heads were exorcised by the merit and returned to the cycle of reincarnation, they had given Lin Haoming a considerable amount of merit—far more than he had given to the cultivators he had exorcised before.

Shao Youhe's magical artifact was called the Thousand Soul Veil, but in reality, it only contained a little over a hundred ghost heads. Although they were all cultivator ghosts, none were at the Foundation Establishment stage, and even fewer were at the Great Perfection of the Qi Refining stage, so overall, their cultivation was relatively weak.

Even so, when Lin Haoming blocked Shao Youhe's attack and collected all the merit points, he discovered that he not only gained another large merit point, but also had forty or fifty smaller merit points surrounding him. Keep in mind, Lin Haoming had used all sixty-six of his smaller merit points to deal with the ribbon.

Lin Haoming was extremely satisfied with this return on his investment. More importantly, this incident seemed to have revealed a way to quickly earn merit points.

However, since Shao Youhe hadn't been defeated yet, Lin Haoming didn't dare to think too much about it. He patted his storage bag, and another low-grade, top-quality talisman appeared in his hand.

Just as Lin Haoming was about to unleash his talisman, a Foundation Establishment cultivator surnamed Yao, who was watching from below the stage, suddenly shouted, "Stop!"

This Foundation Establishment cultivator surnamed Yao was the referee for the duel. His sudden address startled both sides, and even the spectators murmured in confusion.

Amidst the questioning, this Foundation Establishment cultivator surnamed Yao had already stepped onto the stage, staring expressionlessly at Lin Haoming. "What technique did you just use? If I'm not mistaken, it should be a Buddhist technique. As a disciple of the Blood Refining Sect, how do you know Buddhist techniques? Confess!"

Lin Haoming never expected that just when he was about to win, this guy surnamed Yao would jump out and question him. Judging from his posture, if he couldn't give a clear answer, things might not end well.

Faced with this situation, Lin Haoming felt he couldn't show any weakness, otherwise the other party would likely take advantage. So he deliberately spoke loudly, "Senior, we members of the Demonic Sect are never concerned with trivial matters. While I have indeed learned some Buddhist techniques, that doesn't mean I have any problems. Not long ago, during the Red Leaf Mountain spirit stone mine dispute, I rendered great service to the sect. Isn't it inappropriate for you to criticize me like this?"

"You dare question me? I think you're the one with the bigger problem!" The cultivator surnamed Yao was even more enraged that Lin Haoming dared to contradict him.

Lin Haoming was startled when he saw the murderous intent in the other party's eyes.

Just then, a familiar fragrance wafted over, and then a similarly familiar figure appeared beside him.

"Thank you, Senior Sister... Martial Aunt!" Lin Haoming immediately greeted after recognizing the person.

The cultivator surnamed Yao was taken aback when a stunningly beautiful woman suddenly appeared. He then narrowed his eyes, as if remembering something, and asked, "Are you Xie Ruolan?"

"Fellow Daoist, you know me?" Xie Ruolan sized up this man she used to address as a senior, but now she showed no respect.

Seeing her attitude, the cultivator surnamed Yao found himself in a difficult position. He frowned and said, "This person cultivates Buddhist techniques; we need to investigate him thoroughly!"

Upon hearing this, Xie Ruolan snorted coldly, saying disdainfully, "He's my woman; who dares touch him!"

Lin Haoming glanced sideways at the exquisitely beautiful face, but felt a strange urge to be targeted by a triad boss.