Driven into a desperate corner, Shaozheng Hao's savage face twisted as well. He thrashed wildly several times in my grasp, trying to break free. Moreover, his incorporeal body was no ordinary Dao Third Realm one, and he actually broke through my soul-search positioning several times. But that did not stump me. While the strengthened Soul-Absorbing Art dragged him back several times, it also weakened his magical power. Before long, he had been subdued.
As for that group of Dao Third Realm cultivators who had watched their master get beaten to death from far away without coming over to help, Linglong was now chasing them all over the place. Yet they could never escape the perimeter, and were swept back by the teleportation cloud. I was temporarily too lazy to deal with them.
Shaozheng Hao's eyes were vacant. After my ghost-path spell forcibly extracted his soul, he quickly became dazed and began recounting things he had most wanted to say, both in the past and now, as well as things he remembered most deeply. This was a phenomenon in which his self-awareness resurfaced without being interrogated.
Although the phrases were fragmented, most of them were rather obscure commands. Some were things he had thought of but never dared to put into action, while others involved wishing for beautiful female immortals among the Dao Third Realm's trusted aides to come sleep with him. Though none of it had been realized, it was still rather extensive and filthy, showing how complicated the young man's thoughts were.
Not only that, he had even set his sights on women like Aunt Chou—tall and powerfully built, yet with delicate features. Aunt Chou, who was still trying to find a way out of the Blood-Rage Lotus, went pale and gave up struggling.
I continued extracting energy from