Chapter 784: The Remnant Soul of the Demon Venerable

These people were currently under the weight of the pressure and were unable to move, leaving them at the mercy of Ye Lin's search.

Not only were their jade talismans snatched away, but many of their storage rings were also effortlessly looted by Ye Lin.

This caused them to glare at Ye Lin with fury.

Ye Lin didn't care about that; he stripped many of them down until they were left with only their undergarments.

Had he not discovered that Su Lingjun could contact the high-level elders of the Profound Heaven Sect, he would have already arranged a one-stop service of blood-draining, soul-reaping, and devouring.

Ye Lin swept through them indiscriminately, treating men and women equally, stripping everyone down to just their undergarments.

Even Su Lingjun, the number one genius of the Eastern Profound Domain in the last five hundred years, was no exception. His hair was white, but his undergarments were even whiter, yet his face was red—red enough to almost drip blood.

"Ye Xiehong, I have never offended you, have I?" Su Lingjun gritted his teeth. "It's one thing to rob us, but couldn't you have left us some clothes?"

"Amitabha. Benefactor Su, this is just a matter of convenience for this humble monk. Besides, you have all misunderstood this humble monk."

Ye Lin pressed his palms together and recited a Buddhist chant.

"Do you think this humble monk is coveting the treasures and heavenly materials on your bodies? This humble monk is settling the karma between us!"

"If this humble monk had saved you for no reason, wouldn't that mean you owed this humble monk a favor? Wouldn't this humble monk be your savior?"

"But it is different if this humble monk takes your belongings first. In this way, what you give this humble monk is 'life-buying money.' Once the life-buying money is given, you naturally no longer owe me any favors."

"And since it is life-buying money, it is only natural to hand over everything you have on you."

"Humans come into this world naked, and naturally, they must leave it naked. This humble monk is compassionate, which is why I left you each a pair of undergarments."

"Taking people's money to resolve their disasters—wait here, I am going to pursue that demon cultivator! This humble monk must save you all today!"

"As the saying goes, if I do not enter hell, who will?"

"This humble monk is off!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Lin leaped into the black vortex in pursuit of the demon cultivator!

Everyone present was dumbfounded.

They had assumed Ye Lin was going to take advantage of their plight to ruthlessly extort them before running away.

Yet, after robbing them, he turned around and jumped into that black vortex?

One had to know that beneath that black vortex was the most likely place where the true Demon Venerable of Silence had perished all those years ago.

For cultivators like them, who were only at the Seven Phases of Spirit, calling such a place a death trap would be an understatement.

That guy actually jumped down without a second thought?

Their expressions were complex; the initial resentment and anger had vanished.

If handing over everything on their bodies could save their lives, then it was worth it.

Nothing is more important than death; as long as one is alive, there is still hope.

"Perhaps... we have all misunderstood him. This Ye Xiehong is a good person."

"I think so too. He went to such great lengths just so we wouldn't be burdened by karma."

"Sigh, it seems this Ye Xiehong has truly abandoned darkness for light and is devoted to Buddhism. I am not his equal!"

Some cultivators shook their heads, looking ashamed. Putting themselves in Ye Xiehong's shoes, they knew they certainly couldn't have jumped into that black vortex without hesitation.

"Believe in Ye Xiehong! What we must do now is to solidify our own states as much as possible and slow down the rate of blood-energy loss so we can hold on longer!"

Su Lingjun's expression was complex. He could no longer see through that guy who wore a kasaya and carried a soul-reaping banner on his shoulder.

He knew better than the others what lay beneath that black vortex. If one went down there, they would likely have to face the remnant soul of the Demon Venerable of Silence!

In Su Lingjun's heart, Ye Lin was already a dead man.

Facing the remnant soul of the Demon Venerable, even the high-level elders of the Profound Heaven Sect might not be able to escape unscathed.

Su Lingjun could only hope for reinforcements from the Profound Heaven Sect.

Just as Su Lingjun sent out the message, the Sect Master of the Profound Heaven Sect opened his eyes.

Hum!

In an instant, every sword within a radius of ten thousand miles began to hum involuntarily.

"Reopen the Demon-Sealing Realm! The Eastern Profound Sect Grand Competition is suspended. Demon cultivators have infiltrated! Lingjun and the others are in danger!"

The Sect Master of the Profound Heaven Sect's voice was like thunder, revealing news that shocked everyone present.

In an instant, everyone's complexion turned unsightly.

Demon cultivators had infiltrated the Demon-Sealing Realm.

Did this not mean there was a traitor among their righteous ranks?

If there hadn't been an inside man to assist, how could a mere demon cultivator have infiltrated the Demon-Sealing Realm right under their noses?

The Sect Master of the Profound Heaven Sect pressed his hand down, and a spatial rift slowly took shape. But as soon as it appeared, the Sect Master of this Imperial-lineage Immortal Sect changed his expression, not daring to open it further. He shouted in a grave and solemn voice:

"Go awaken the Supreme Elders! Tell them the Demon Venerable's remnant soul has awakened!"

A rare look of terror flashed in the eyes of the Profound Heaven Sect's Sect Master.

That was the remnant soul of the Demon Venerable. Don't look at how he, the Sect Master of the Profound Heaven Sect, acted all high and mighty before the other sects of the Eastern Profound Domain.

If the Demon Venerable of Silence were alive, a single glance would be enough to kill him!

Just as the Profound Heaven Sect was bracing itself to deal with the crisis of the Demon Venerable's remnant soul awakening, inside the Demon-Sealing Realm, Ye Lin arrived at a place with an extremely harsh environment.

As far as the eye could see, there was only thick, purple demonic mist. The firmament was covered by heavy demonic barriers, and the world was in chaos, appearing in an eerie black-purple hue.

From the depths of the shadows, hair-raising, eerie sounds drifted out from time to time.

This place was like a cursed purgatory, not welcoming the arrival of any living thing.

And straight ahead, Ye Lin discovered the demon cultivator from before.

He was respectfully holding that crystal-clear spine, installing it onto a skeleton in front of him, and then knelt on the ground, speaking respectfully:

"I beg the Demon Venerable to bestow the inheritance!"

Thump, thump, thump.

The demon cultivator kowtowed until his head thudded, so excited that he didn't even notice Ye Lin appearing not far behind him.

Ye Lin realized something at this moment, and his eyes erupted with red light!

That was... the complete remains of the Demon Venerable of Silence!

Even if there were nothing else, just by snatching this skeleton, Ye Lin would have made a fortune!

Ye Lin couldn't even imagine how much of a boost he would get from devouring the corpse left behind by a Supreme-level powerhouse.

Ye Lin didn't hesitate; he activated the Great Void Art, drew his sword, and crept over, preparing to hack that demon cultivator to death with a single strike.

"Bestowing the inheritance is fine, but there are two people here. To whom should I bestow this inheritance?"

Just as Ye Lin was about to strike, a playful voice suddenly rang out.

Ye Lin was instantly startled, and the finger bone he possessed flew out of his control toward the skeleton.

A phantom light appeared above the skeleton; this light looked like a teenager in his teens, very young.

His delicate face carried a youthful greenness and heroism, but his amber eyes revealed a sense of vicissitudes.

"Greetings to the Demon Venerable of Silence!"

The demon cultivator was even more excited, kowtowing repeatedly to the youth.

But the next second, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

"Two people?"

The demon cultivator turned his head and saw Ye Lin, who was smiling and had already sheathed his Life-Ending Sword.

"Hello~"

"How did you get in?"

The demon cultivator's face changed drastically; he had clearly used the pressure of the Demon Venerable's spine to suppress everyone present.

"Just lucky, I suppose."

"Go to hell!"

The demon cultivator was about to attack, but the next second, the teenage Demon Venerable of Silence raised his hand.

"Oh my, there's no need for all this killing. Killing is so boring."

He rested his chin on his hand, looking interested.

"Since both of you want my inheritance, I'll give you a test."

"I've been sealed here for too long since I died; I can't even feel the passage of time anymore. It's just too boring. How about this: tell me a joke. The shorter the better, but it must make me laugh."

"Whoever wins gets the inheritance. Who wants to go first?"

The demon cultivator stood up immediately.

"Me! Demon Venerable, I'll go first!"

"Alright, you go first." The Demon Venerable of Silence nodded.

But when it came time to tell it, the demon cultivator found it difficult.

Telling a joke wasn't hard, but telling a very short one that would make the Demon Venerable laugh was very difficult.

After racking his brains, the demon cultivator seemed to have a good idea and his eyes lit up as he began to speak.

"'I will definitely make you suffer!' Old Man Li faced the encirclement of the cannibals and bumped his head to death on a bitter melon!"

The Demon Venerable of Silence grinned.

"Not bad, it is indeed very short, and quite creative."

Hearing the Demon Venerable's praise, the demon cultivator gave Ye Lin a provocative look.

"Alright, it's your turn." The Demon Venerable of Silence looked at Ye Lin.

Ye Lin sneered disdainfully, looking as if victory was already in his grasp, and slowly spat out five words.

"Chicken, laxative, bathhouse."