The Soul Clan Really Knows How to Nurture People

"Mm, Mu Gu's Soul Force is already approaching the Late Spirit Realm. He's just right to serve as wax for the Soul Lamp."

With a raised hand, Hun Xuzi recalled the Wolf Spirit. His eyes were full of satisfaction as he nodded approvingly.

To be honest, he thought rather highly of Mu Gu.

Although the man's talent was mediocre and his strength far inferior to that of his peers, he was truly hardworking and enduring.

In order to join the Soul Hall, Mu Gu had not only abandoned his honorable status as Venerable Yao's junior disciple, but had even voluntarily given up cultivation, spending day and night refining pills for the Soul Hall. By the time Xuan Yi and the others of his generation had already reached peak Dou Zun, he was merely a three-star Dou Zun.

And now, for the Soul Clan's grand cause, he had actually spared no expense in sacrificing himself, putting his last remaining bit of usefulness to work.

Such unwavering loyalty—truly worthy of being a talent cultivated by the Soul Hall!

"Rather than accept his master's wholehearted support, he'd debase himself to become the Soul Hall's dog. What a lowborn wretch."

Hun Ruoruo spoke coldly, her eyes filled with disgust.

She did not particularly care what became of Mu Gu, but when she thought of how Old Man Yao's past efforts had all been wasted on such a dog, the resentment in her heart was difficult to suppress.

"Heh heh, Miss needn't be angry."

Holding the Soul Lamp in one hand, Hun Xuzi smiled. "Someone so disloyal and unfilial would never be welcomed even within our Soul Clan. Putting him to proper use now can be considered a fine thing."

"Is that so?"

Hun Ruoruo glanced at him with a faintly mocking smile. "Disloyal and