The rest of the people of the Three Tribes, seeing Lin Mu being so dismissive, all felt a bit embarrassed.
However, after being trapped in the Slave Camp for so long, their tempers had long since been worn smooth; seeing this, they could only endure it for now.
The architecture of the Ghost Realm was extremely rough.
One could only say it was barely livable.
Most of the buildings here were piled together from white bones.
And these white bones were all personal spoils of war.
For example, the large camp palace Ku Luo lived in was built from the bones of those it had killed over the years.
In such a White Bone Palace, it was extraordinarily eerie.
Even before a person got close, they could feel a suffocating chill.
Feng Zhan hesitated for a moment; he somewhat regretted that he'd only thought about letting Lin Wudi live in the best quarters, and hadn't considered that the Ghost Realm's buildings would be like this.
However, when he saw that Lin Wudi didn't care at all and continued striding toward the White Bone Palace,
Lin Mu naturally didn't mind; he even felt a faint trace of joy in his heart.
Because inside the White Bone Palace, he had discovered several chests of Refining Materials.
Although the grade of these materials was insufficient and they could not be used to forge a Magic Artifact capable of bearing the Nine Tripod Fragments, at the very least they let him see a sliver of hope.
The Ghost Realm really did have Refining Materials.
It made sense when he thought about it.
Even if the Ghost Cultivators of the Ghost Realm did not refine artifacts at all, they conquered the Ten Thousand Realms, and among the wealth they plundered from other worlds there would inevitably be Refining Materials.
As for why the materials here were of too low a level, that should be because Ku Luo was only a Fourth Tribulation Ghost Soldier, so its spoils of war were limited.
"You don't need to stand guard here. Within two days, I'll definitely be able to heal my injuries. By then, I might have a way to remove your seals."
Lin Mu found a secret chamber and sat down cross-legged.
Feng Zhan was stunned at first, then said in delighted surprise, "Daoist Lin—no, Benefactor—do you really have a way to remove the seals?"
Lin Mu said calmly, "Whether I can remove the seals still depends on my injuries fully recovering and on examining the structure of the seals before I can be sure."
Even so, Feng Zhan was already overjoyed.
He nodded vigorously, then left the secret chamber respectfully after saluting.
"Feng Zhan, who is that man?"
Just as Feng Zhan stepped out of the secret chamber, Feng Liu, supported by clansmen, came up to him.
Feng Zhan swept a look over the surrounding clansmen whose eyes were burning with curiosity, and said, "Our Benefactor Lin Wudi, from the Heavenly Realm!"
The Heavenly Realm?
Most of the Wind Clan people were very unfamiliar with this name.
Among All Races of the Myriad Realms, there were also differences in strength.
The strong, like the Ghost Realm, were among the hundred strongest races of the Ten Thousand Realms.
The weak, like the Wind Clan and Ling Clan, could only be considered middle-tier races.
The Heavenly Realm seemed to be a relatively weak world.
The humans there apparently only had that one attack method, the Tribulation Thought Blade.
Such a weak world had actually produced a genius like Lin Wudi?
The Wind Clan people were somewhat at a loss.
"Then Mr. Lin's injuries…"
What Feng Liu worried about most was this issue.
The great battle that had erupted over here in the Slave Camp could not possibly be concealed.
Within a day, at most two, a Ghost General would definitely descend.
By then, if Lin Wudi's injuries couldn't be healed, he would likely be in grave danger.
"He should be able to recover within two days."
Feng Zhan hesitated for a moment but still chose to speak the truth.
"Two days…"
This length of time, if it were in the outside world, was so short it could not be any shorter.
For Tribulation Transcenders like them to heal their injuries, they usually had to count in tens of thousands of years.
Two days was almost negligible.
But this was the Ghost Realm!
A Ghost General could descend at any time.
Two days was far too long.
Those Ghost Generals might not give Lin Wudi two days.
"Feng Zhan, can you talk to Mr. Lin and ask him to leave this place!"
After a long silence, Feng Liu finally voiced the thought in his heart.
In his view, it was too dangerous for Lin Wudi to stay here to heal.
Since Lin Wudi could command Ghastly Qi and his strength wasn't suppressed by the Ghost Realm, he could totally escape on his own and seek out a chance at survival.
Staying here to heal would only increase the danger.
Feng Zhan lowered his voice and said, "Just now, Mr. Lin said he might have a way to remove our seals…"
"What?"
At that, the Wind Clan people in the White Bone Hall exploded.
"Feng Zhan, does he really have a way to remove the seals?"
"If so, all of us can be saved."
"Remove the seal imposed by the Ghost Realm Lord? Is that even possible?"
"Since he can remove his own seal, he should be able to remove ours too, right?"
Originally, the hearts of the Wind Clan people had already gone dead; they believed they were doomed.
But now, this piece of news Feng Zhan had brought made all the Wind Clan people come back to life.
Each one of them was extremely agitated.
Quite a few even wanted Feng Zhan to go and invite Lin Wudi to take action immediately.
"Enough, all of you shut up!"
Feng Liu cut off all the clansmen with a shout and said angrily, "You are humans, not beasts of the Ghost Realm! Do you have no shame? Asking Mr. Lin to remove our seals would mean delaying Mr. Lin's escape. This is ingratitude!"
Feng Liu's words made the Wind Clan people present fall silent.
Many of them still felt life was right in front of them and were reluctant to let it go, but at this moment no one dared go against the will of the Clan Elder.
Feng Liu said to Feng Zhan, "Go in and speak to Mr. Lin. I suggest he leave now. Our Wind Clan… must not drag others down…"
Feng Liu felt bitter despair in his heart.
Of course he wished Lin Wudi could save his clansmen.
But he also knew very clearly: there was no time!
Even if Lin Wudi could remove the seals, those Ghost Generals would never give him the time!
Feng Zhan said awkwardly, "Right after I left the secret chamber, Mr. Lin sealed it with a Formation. I can't get in now…"
Feng Liu opened his mouth, but no words came out.
Could this be fate?
Just then, three humans whose appearances were different from the Wind Clan's walked into the White Bone Hall.
"Lei Zhenxiao of the Thunder Clan, Huo Wuliang of the Three-Fire Clan, and Heavenly Ink Du Qianshan pay respects to Elder Feng."
The three of them bowed to Feng Liu in unison.
Feng Liu looked at the three without speaking.
Earlier, when the Ling Clan was oppressing the Wind Clan, these Three Tribes' people had chosen to simply watch. The fact that they were coming over now needed no explanation.
The three representatives exchanged glances, and Huo Wuliang said with a bitter smile, "Elder Feng, you are well aware of the situation in the Slave Camp. Just now, it wasn't that we were indifferent, but… the hearts of our people had already gone dead…"
That was the reality of the Slave Camp.
These Myriad Tribes Slaves—some had been trapped in the Ghost Realm for tens of thousands of years, some for hundreds of thousands.
After so long, everyone's heart was filled with despair.
Someone like Ling Huayu had only been imprisoned for a few years, which was why she still had that blood-hot will and desire for revenge.
As for these three tribes like the Thunder Clan, even if their mortal enemies came, they might not be able to stir their fighting spirit.
Only now, when Lin Wudi had shown them a glimmer of hope, did they take the initiative to come over.
"I know what you're after, but Mr. Lin is not a clansman of the Wind Clan. I cannot make decisions for him. Everything will have to wait until Mr. Lin emerges from seclusion."
Understanding was one thing, but Feng Liu had no fondness for these Three Tribes' people.
"What? Mr… Mr. Lin has gone into seclusion?"
"At a time like this he chose to go into seclusion?"
"When will Mr. Lin come out of seclusion?"
Huo Wuliang and the other two were all anxious.
The Slave Camp's battle involving a Fourth Tribulation Ghost Soldier could not possibly be hidden from the surrounding Ghost Realm creatures.
Perhaps it wouldn't be long before a Ghost General descended.
At a time like this, he should be leading everyone in escape. How could he choose closed-door cultivation now?