As Qin Fengming was pondering this, Du Longzi chuckled and said:
"To think that Fellow Daoist could withstand my earlier strike through the strength of your physical body alone is enough to show that your abilities are extraordinary. With this alone, even if you encountered an ordinary mid-stage Ghost Lord cultivator, you would likely be able to fight him. I wonder, Fellow Daoist Fei, would you be interested in exploring an ancient cultivator's cave abode with Du?"
Du Longzi did not mind in the slightest. Opening his mouth wide, he actually invited Qin Fengming in front of more than a dozen cultivators.
"I am truly sorry, Fellow Daoist Du, but this humble one still has something extremely important to do and will not be able to spare the time for now. If Fellow Daoist does not mind, you can wait until this humble one returns several decades from now, and we can go together then."
Qin Fengming answered without hesitation, casually spinning out a fabrication.
The two of them chatted brazenly in the quiet hall, causing the dozen or so cultivators present to frown. They clearly knew that the person before them was the notorious Poison Dragon Son, yet that middle-aged man surnamed Fei was still speaking with him so freely. The crowd could not help inwardly cursing him for it.
Qin Fengming had no psychological burden when dealing with cultivators of the Ghost Realm. If he could not win, he could simply leave. This was unlike the Yuanfeng Empire, where he still had to consider the interests of his sect.
No matter what, he still bore the title of young master of Manghuang Mountain. Before acting, he had to consider whether he might cause trouble for Manghuang Mountain.
There was no need for such concerns in the Ghost Realm.