Chapter 438 – Undying Souls? What a Coincidence—That's My Specialty

Expelling Demonic Fiends, purging the body of ominous auras, and even curing illnesses and treating plagues.

The various effects of Holy Salt drove the citizens of Black Fiend City into a frenzy.

It was no wonder they reacted this way—these were precisely the most pressing concerns for the people of the Northern Wastelands, and Holy Salt addressed every single one of them, eliminating all their pain points.

‘In my past life, a certain Celestial Master used fake talisman water to easily raise an army of hundreds of thousands and launch a massive uprising.’

‘Now, my Holy Salt is genuine—I’m not afraid you won’t take the bait.’

Mu Lin was utterly confident in the allure of his Holy Salt.

And indeed, reality proved him right.

Upon hearing Mu Lin’s words, the surrounding crowd surged toward the tavern entrance as if possessed.

The first to reach the door was a shopkeeper, who bowed respectfully to Mu Lin and said, “Sir… no, Immortal Lord, is this Holy Salt truly so miraculous?”

In response to this inquiry, Mu Lin offered no verbal explanation but simply smiled and said, “The Holy Salt is right here. If you don’t believe it, you can try it for yourselves.”

These words reminded the crowd.

A pockmarked youth frantically pushed his way forward.

“Let me try! I’m sick and need healing!”

“And it’s contagious.”

This startled many, who hastily made way for the youth.

Seizing the opportunity, the youth easily made his way to the front and knelt before the pile of salt.

Then, with trembling hands, he reverently scooped up a handful of pure white fine salt.

As he held it, unsure of what to do next, Yan Yunyu stepped forward.

“This is a sacred object bestowed by Lord Yama, a blessing from the King of the Underworld to the mortal realm. Pray devoutly to Lord Yama in your heart, and the healing effect will be even greater.”

“…You’re right. We should indeed pray to the great Deity.”

Filled with hope, the youth performed three bows and nine kowtows to the fine salt and Lord Yama before lightly licking a grain from his hand.

As he did so, a soft hiss sounded, and the Holy Salt transformed into a surge of energy that flowed into his body.

This energy clashed with the virus within him, and ultimately, the virus was defeated, purified by the power of the Holy Salt into a wisp of black smoke that dissipated into the air.

With the virus inside his body purified, his condition visibly improved.

The onlookers gathered around the tavern could clearly see that as the black smoke rose and dissipated from the pockmarked youth’s body, the pustules and sores caused by the virus rapidly faded.

In just a few breaths, his condition returned to normal, leaving only a pale complexion and slight weakness.

The latter, however, was due to the physical toll of the illness itself and unrelated to the Holy Salt.

Witnessing this firsthand dispelled any remaining doubts among the crowd.

“It… it’s actually real…”

“Expelling Malevolent Ghosts, purging ominous auras, curing diseases…”

“Grab it!”

By now, the crowd had descended into utter madness.

To obtain the Holy Salt, they scrambled forward with hands and feet alike.

—In this era, Holy Salt was more than mere wealth; it was life itself, a second chance for ordinary people.

Who could ignore such a universal Spirit Medicine?

No one. And it wasn’t just ordinary people who were stirred—even Cultivators joined the frenzy.

Many of them had also been tainted by the ominous aura, and since these people were heading out to battle, having Holy Salt gave them an additional means to confront enemies—an exceptionally useful one at that.

With such efficacy, how could they not compete and fight over it?

If Mu Lin hadn’t been watching from the side, the crowd in front of the tavern wouldn’t have merely been scrambling for it; they would have erupted into a fierce, life-or-death struggle.

“What’s going on here? Disperse at once!”

When Mo Feng arrived with his troops, he witnessed everyone frantically fighting over the Holy Salt.

However, his anger lasted only a moment.

Upon learning from his adjutant about the various functions of Holy Salt, even he felt a surge of desire in his eyes.

—He too feared contamination by the ominous aura and worried about his family falling ill, being poisoned, or encountering Evil Aberrations.

The miraculous Holy Salt could almost perfectly resolve all these issues.

If even he felt this way, his subordinates behind him were even more desperate, their eyes burning with fervor.

One middle-aged soldier couldn’t hold back any longer.

He knelt directly before Mo Feng and pleaded:

“General, my elderly mother is tormented by the ominous aura and can’t hold on much longer…”

“My child has contracted smallpox…”

“My wife has been marked by a Malevolent Ghost…”

“…”

The soldiers of the Black Fiend Legion were ordinary people too. They themselves risked injury and had families, wives, and children. Thus, their need for Holy Salt was immense.

Even if no one in their families was injured, they still wanted to keep some Holy Salt on hand for emergencies.

The desperation people showed when scrambling for amoxicillin during the COVID-19 pandemic was a clear indication of their longing.

No, the soldiers’ craving for Holy Salt far surpassed that of the COVID era.

After all, while the novel coronavirus was terrifying, its fatality rate was actually not that high.

But if ordinary people were tainted by Anomaly Evil, death was almost certain. In such circumstances, the emergence of a miraculous cure naturally drove them to madness.

As the soldiers were about to join the scramble, Yan Yunyu finally spoke up at Mu Lin’s signal.

“Calm down. There’s more Holy Salt than just what’s here.”

“The divine loves all people. The great King Yama cannot bear to see the Mortal Realm suffer and will continue to produce Holy Salt, distributing it to those in the world who are destined.”

Who were the destined ones? Naturally, they were the devout, those connected to Mu Lin and King Yama.

Awakened by Yan Yunyu’s words, many of the Black Mountain Range residents immediately sat down on the spot and began praying to King Yama.

Others, clutching the salt grains they had seized, hurried home.

It was foreseeable that if these salt grains cured the illnesses in their families, those grateful individuals would likely become followers of King Yama.

Even if some were ungrateful and lacked appreciation, Mu Lin wasn’t worried. As Alien Realm Evil Gods continued to descend and Calamities persisted in the world, those seeking the protection of Holy Salt would inevitably continue to pray.

In essence, by using Holy Salt as a blessing, Mu Lin had already led the people of the Black Mountain Range to willingly embrace the Netherworld Palace King Yama system.

In fact, many would hold their faith with unwavering conviction, something even the high command of the Black Fiend Legion could not suppress, even if they tried to forbid it.

After all, in this era, injuries, illnesses, attacks by Demons and Monsters, and contamination by the ominous aura were unavoidable for ordinary people.

When those in power encountered such situations, they could rely on various methods to cope. But when the common folk faced them, they could only close their eyes and await death or pray to the myriad Celestial Deities and Buddhas.

Praying to other deities only offers psychological comfort, but praying to King Yama of the Netherworld Palace might truly grant Holy Salt, resolving the hidden dangers for one’s family.

In such circumstances, how could the prayers of the common people possibly be suppressed?

And no matter where you go, it is always the common people who make up the majority. Thus, the spread of Mu Lin’s faith had already become unstoppable.

Mo Feng also noticed this, and he could only sigh, saying, “Young Master Mu, what skillful methods.”

Sensing a hint of complaint in his tone, Mu Lin shrugged and said, “It’s not that my methods are clever, but that their lives are too bitter, and they urgently need aid. Besides, doing this benefits both of us, doesn’t it?”

“…You’re right. This indeed benefits both of us.”

Knowing that the spread of the Netherworld Hell faith could not and would not be stopped, Mo Feng stopped dwelling on it… Most of the Black Fiend Legion had already embraced the Netherworld Hell belief system. What consequences this would bring was a matter for the higher-ups to consider.

As for him, he only needed to focus on his own tasks.

Thus, no longer discussing the matter of Holy Salt, he led Mu Lin toward the Cursed Land they had originally intended to cleanse.

After a period of marching, they soon arrived at the edge of a battlefield.

Ahead of them, the battlefield echoed with deafening shouts and the clash of weapons, and there were indeed figures fighting on it.

Some of them were even clad in the armor of the Black Wraith Army.

It looked as though the Black Wraith Army was engaged in battle with others.

However, watching the soldiers fighting ceaselessly before him and observing Mo Feng’s sorrowful expression without immediate action to assist, Mu Lin narrowed his eyes.

“These aren’t normal people, are they? Could they be Wraiths?”

“Strictly speaking, they are undead Wraiths… Our Black Wraith Army once fought a great battle here against some Demonic Fiends, and many of our brothers died in this place.”

“We have buried the bodies of those brothers, but for some unknown reason, the fallen have been reborn on this land, devoid of intelligence and locked in endless slaughter.”

“We once tried to let them rest in peace, but after paying a great price to annihilate them all, they reappeared once more.”

“Since they only fight here and do not affect other areas, and we have other places requiring manpower where we cannot afford heavy losses, we have left this region untouched.”

At this point, Mo Feng turned his gaze to Mu Lin.

“I wonder, Young Master Mu, if you can grant my comrades eternal rest?”

This question brought a smile to Mu Lin’s face.

“Granting peace to evil spirits, heh, that is the duty of King Yama of the Netherworld Palace, and it is also my most specialized skill.”

“Moreover, if handled well, I can not only let them rest but also bring them back to life to fight for you.”

Mo Feng: “Bring them back to life? What do you mean by that?”

(End of Chapter)