Qin Fengming was not a man who failed to recognize what was good for him. Facing a soul fragment of a Holy Lord from the True Ghost Realm, he had not the slightest thought of defeating her.
Someone like her could no longer be measured by the strength of an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator.
Back in the cave, had Qin Fengming not possessed a Wind Concealment Talisman and used an Earth Evasion Talisman under cover of a diversion, he would have had no confidence whatsoever in escaping her grasp.
Although he now held the initiative, Qin Fengming knew his own limits. Taking possession of the beautiful female cultivator's late Nascent Soul stage humanoid puppet would be anything but simple. It would drive her to lash back when pushed to the brink, sparking another fierce battle.
Worse still, even if he escaped, she might pursue him to the bitter end.
Qin Fengming also had another concern. If this female cultivator had personally crafted the late Nascent Soul stage puppet, she might have left restrictive spells within it. Even if he refined it, he could end up being controlled by the puppet instead.
With his expertise in puppets, Qin Fengming understood such matters very well. He himself knew several ways to add special incantations to his creations as hidden contingencies.
He deeply admired the female cultivator's formation attainment. Remaining trapped within the Yin Yang Demon Trapping Array for hundreds of thousands of years without being destroyed was not something an ordinary formation master could accomplish.
Having thought this through, Qin Fengming chuckled and said, "Senior, you are someone this junior can only look up to. This Qin would never dare defy you in the slightest. Since you have given the order, I will naturally return this humanoid puppet with both hands. However,