Chapter 722

When the Demon Hunting Team disciple heard that Ye Lin wanted to give him a Post-Heaven Supreme Treasure, he was still a bit stunned.

When he heard there were no conditions and it was a free gift, the astonishment turned into ecstasy.

When he heard that what was said before was a lie, it turned back into astonishment.

And when he heard about the "mother" part, the Demon Hunting Team disciple was left with only anger.

"Are you here to pick a fight?"

Intense hostility erupted from the Demon Hunting Team disciple.

Ye Lin scratched his head in confusion.

He had followed the four laws of effective communication taught by Xuan Jizi, so why did it feel like it had no effect? Could it be that Xuan Jizi lied to him?

This old guy must have held something back when teaching him; these fortune-telling types have more tricks up their sleeves than anyone.

"I'm not here to pick a fight; it's just that a friend of mine was accidentally captured by you. Can you let him out?" Ye Lin said, looking like a punching bag.

"Accidentally captured? Hahahaha! Ridiculous!"

The Demon Hunting Team disciple's face was full of mockery.

"I see you're also an Immortal Cloud Sect disciple; can't you see what this place is? This is the Demon Hunting Team's prison, a place specially for holding evil cultivators. No one locked in this place is innocent, understand?"

Ye Lin nodded; this was the Immortal Cloud Sect, and killing people was a bit inappropriate, so he was more willing to reason.

"Understood, but my friend is indeed wrongly accused."

"His name is Sang Yankai; there should be his file in the Immortal Cloud Sect."

"As for the dried corpse he was holding, it was a Joyous Union Sect female cultivator. Using killing to control evil—this shouldn't count as a crime, right?"

The Demon Hunting Team disciple sneered.

"Enough nonsense! Get lost quickly, or don't blame me for being..."

Before the word "rude" could be uttered, Ye Lin made his move first.

A lightning-fast punch slammed directly into the Demon Hunting Team disciple's chest, and he flew out like a kite with a broken string, hitting the wall behind and fainting instantly.

"Why won't you listen when I'm trying to reason with you?"

Ye Lin sighed helplessly; he had rarely had a good time killing over at the Withered Bone Wasteland and now wanted to talk to people properly.

Ye Lin strode into the Demon Hunting Team's prison and whispered in the ear of a slacking disciple.

"Goodnight, have a sweet dream."

The disciple was instantly scared into jumping up.

"Who are you? How did you get in? Why is the door broken?"

Crack.

Ye Lin gently twisted the disciple's head, and the other party successfully fell into a peaceful sleep.

He searched for Sang Yankai's figure inside the Demon Hunting Team's prison.

At this time, the evil cultivators in the prison were also boiling over; they clearly saw the hope of leaving this place.

"Brother, save me, I know where the Demon Emperor's inheritance is, I'll take you to find it!"

"Brother, save me, I have a method to hypnotize fairy saints, it's guaranteed to work!"

"Fellow Daoist, as long as you save me, I will definitely reward you heavily!"

The evil cultivators were all very excited, wanting to escape this cage.

"So noisy."

Ye Lin directly released the Heart Demon version of Student Zhuge Qianxing to carry out a massacre on these evil cultivators.

He actually didn't quite understand why the Immortal Cloud Sect wanted to keep these evil cultivators.

Wouldn't it be better to just kill them? Keeping them was a waste of space and food.

In an instant, a series of shrill screams rang out in the prison.

The evil cultivators had thought they were welcoming salvation, but instead, they welcomed a massacre!

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, I won't go out, really, I want to live here for the rest of my life!"

"How can you do this? Evil cultivators have human rights too. We haven't been tried or convicted, how can you just kill us?"

"Someone help! Save me!"

The Heart Demon version of Student Zhuge Qianxing worked very efficiently, and the evil cultivators in the prison were soon slaughtered clean.

Ye Lin finally found Sang Yankai in the depths of the prison.

Ye Lin almost didn't recognize him.

At this time, Sang Yankai no longer had the chubby appearance Ye Lin first saw; he had lost a lot of weight.

Two sharp curved hooks pierced his collarbones, hanging him up like a pig waiting to be slaughtered.

Ye Lin didn't say anything, just stepped forward to take Sang Yankai down, cut his wrist, and sprinkled blood onto Sang Yankai's body.

Feeling the warmth of the blood, Sang Yankai mechanically raised his head.

When he saw that the person who came was Ye Lin, a look of apologetic embarrassment appeared on Sang Yankai's face.

"I'm sorry, you asked me to guard that nursing home, but I couldn't..."

"Small matter, heal your wounds first."

Ye Lin's tone was very calm, and there was no expression on his face.

"How did it end up like this?" Ye Lin asked.

"They wanted me to admit to things I hadn't done. I wouldn't admit it, so they came every day to torture me." A look of hatred appeared in Sang Yankai's eyes.

"Okay, I know."

After Sang Yankai recovered some strength, Ye Lin helped him up and walked toward the outside of the prison.

When they walked out of the prison door, they found that the exit had already been surrounded by dozens of Immortal Cloud Sect disciples.

They were all members of the Demon Hunting Team, powerful and vigilantly staring at Ye Lin and Sang Yankai.

The leader was a man with a narrow face; his eyes and lips were thin, and the ends of his eyebrows were tilted upward, making him look a bit mean.

And he was one of the Demon Hunting Team's small team leaders, Ding Hanbin, who had captured Sang Yankai.

Ding Hanbin glanced coldly at Ye Lin and said in a deep voice.

"Ye Lin, joined the sect four years ago, promoted from a handyman disciple to an outer disciple a year ago, went on one mission, and killed the Heaven-Rank evil cultivator Su Shan."

After reciting Ye Lin's life in the Immortal Cloud Sect, Ding Hanbin continued.

"Ye Lin, as an outer disciple, you should have had a bright future, but you actually committed the act of robbing the Demon Hunting Team's prison. Do you know what a serious crime this is?"

"Put my crime aside for now."

Ye Lin looked at Ding Hanbin, with no fear in his eyes.

"I'd like to ask you, what did Sang Yankai do that required him to be captured and suffer so much torture?"

"Cultivating the Blood Path means he deserves to die; what else is there to say?"

Ding Hanbin's eyes were cold.

Of course, he knew he had no evidence of Sang Yankai doing evil.

But there was no help for it; he had just become a small team leader of the Demon Hunting Team and needed results to prove himself.

If you want to blame someone, blame Sang Yankai for being unlucky enough to run into the muzzle of the gun.

Ding Hanbin asked coldly.

"Are you going to surrender obediently, or do you want the Demon Hunting Team to take you down?"