At the same time.
Peak of Jin Yang Mountain.
Ling Penglin, who was overseeing the advancement of the mountain's spirit vein, carefully sensed the strength of the vein that had just entered the Quasi Fourth Rank. A hint of joy rose on her face.
"Judging by this spirit vein, it should barely be enough to sustain the Fourth Rank Low Grade offensive-defensive array formation that Peng Yun Clan Brother set up here before."
"With that, not only will my task be complete, but the clan's border will also become safer."
"When the time comes, this place can watch over and support Golden Winged Mountain nearby, where no fewer than two great Fourth Rank array formations have been set up. With quite a few Nascent Soul cultivators in the clan as well, even if Peng Yun Clan Brother leaves the clan, we will still be able to withstand the invasion of several Nascent Soul Demon Lords at once."
"I just wonder whether the clan has any other trump cards."
"After all, Peng Xing Clan Brother, who converted to the ghost path back then, was already considered a Nascent Soul seedling a century ago. A hundred years have passed now, and I have no idea how he is doing."
"And it is strange. Over the years, the clan has killed quite a few Nascent Soul Demon Lords, yet few of their souls have been sent out for artifact refinement. Perhaps Peng Xing Clan Brother, who is skilled in ghost refinement, has..."
Thinking this, Ling Penglin felt even more at ease.
As a high-ranking member of the clan, Ling Penglin knew far more than most.
Her guesses were basically correct, except for one thing: she had guessed wrong about who was using Demon Lord souls to refine ghosts.
Of course, that was only