Why Did You Hang Up, Miss?

"Refining a body?"

Seeing Old Man Yao hurry over, Hun Miesheng froze for a moment before quickly grasping his intention. "You mean to use the fusion of soul and body to advance into the Saint realm?"

Old Man Yao nodded lightly, looking somewhat helpless. "Because of my constitution, after advancing to a Nine-Revolution Dou Zun back then, I had exhausted my potential and was unable to break through to the Saint realm for a long time. Without Sacred Qi to support me now, I fear it will be difficult to refine Ninth-grade Pills."

At the words "refine Ninth-grade," Hun Miesheng's eyes immediately lit up. Even with his composure, he could not help feeling a hint of heat rise within him.

As Hun Ruoruo's collaborator, Hun Miesheng naturally knew every detail of Old Man Yao's advancement to the ninth grade.

He knew very well that the reason Old Man Yao had managed to refine Ninth-grade Pills in one attempt was largely due to Hun Xuzi's assistance.

Although most Ninth-grade Alchemists in the world advanced through cooperation with others, an Alchemist capable of completing the refinement alone was clearly incomparably stronger than the former.

"You mean to use my Soul Clan's secret technique to implant yourself into a dead body?"

Hun Miesheng asked in a low voice.

In his view, Old Man Yao had come to find him precisely to seek the secret technique for implanting himself into a dead body.

And for him, doing a Ninth-grade Grandmaster such a favor was undoubtedly an unexpected delight.

Thinking of this, Hun Miesheng's tone became noticeably more courteous. Cupping his hands, he said, "Rest assured, Alchemist. Our Soul Clan still has quite a few ancient corpse puppets in reserve. Not to mention Half-Saint level ones, even the remains of true Dou Saints are available