"I am a prince. Who would have thought that the one sending people everywhere to seize able-bodied men would be a prince of the realm? I don't fear having dirt on my face, but if you still can't bring back enough virgin boys and able-bodied men, my body will be smeared with black tomorrow. If you can't bring anyone back, I'll use your bodies as medicinal ingredients. For every person you bring back short, one of you will take his place. Let's see whether you dog slaves will put your hearts into your work."
"This slave obeys."
"Get out." The man swept his hand and shouted.
The group of black-clad men immediately scrambled up from the ground and fled in panic.
A mass of black mist drifted in. Within it emerged a black figure.
"Your Highness, why lose your temper over a bunch of fools? The Devouring Yin Merit is indeed an extremely yin technique, but it also requires a proper state of mind—neither impatience nor anger, as cold and icy as frost. If you keep losing your temper, the yin blood in your body won't be able to coagulate, and you'll have no way to form a ghost fetus." The man in the shadows spoke hoarsely.
"Master, it's not that I want to lose my temper. Those fools are simply hateful. They can't even handle such a trivial matter."
"With all the nourishment you've received during this period, Your Highness's Devouring Yin Merit has already reached the seventh level. Your progress has truly been astonishing, and Your Highness can be called a once-in-a-generation cultivation genius. As long as you continue to apply yourself and use the vital essence of those virgin boys and able-bodied men to nurture your ghost energy, you'll soon reach the ninth revolution of the yin