"Old Ancestor, if you wish to know whether this person harbors ill intentions, you need only search his soul. There is no need for you to act; this disciple can do it in your place."
Seeing that Qin Fengming had remained silent for so long, one of the disciples Qin Fengming had recruited in the past cupped his fists and bowed before speaking.
"Hmm, not bad. Searching his soul is indeed the safest course. At worst, we can simply kill him and be done with it." Someone spoke up, and another immediately echoed him.
In everyone's eyes at that moment, a Core Formation cultivator naturally amounted to nothing.
Qin Fengming shook his head and looked at the terrified soul of Ouyang Chen in the distance. He nodded at him and said:
"Fellow Cultivator Ouyang, although your master was once at odds with Manghuang Mountain, you and I have known each other, and we once fought enemies side by side. I will not kill you. However, this Qin needs to inscribe a soul-talisman pattern into your soul. With this pattern in place, you will henceforth be a cultivator of Manghuang Mountain, bound by its rules. If you violate them, I need not explain what will happen—you know it yourself."
As soon as Qin Fengming finished speaking, he waved his hand, and a talisman pattern shot out.
The pattern merged into the soul energy in the air. Ouyang Chen's soul, which had still been about to say something, immediately closed its eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Qin Fengming did not pause. He formed hand seals with both hands, and successive spell patterns appeared between them before quickly merging into the soul energy in the air.
Only after a full hour did Qin Fengming finally stop casting. As the soul energy