[Because you needed subordinates now, you took in another five underlings in the blink of an eye.]
[The more people you had working for you, the faster you could gather "firewood."]
[Having more "firewood" didn't just let you temper your bones; it could also directly strengthen your ghostfire.]
[Strengthening your ghostfire was equivalent to raising your immortal cultivation in the Real Realm.]
[This way of advancing was far easier than the grueling cultivation outside, which demanded an Immortal Root, the right constitution, and comprehension.]
[So the logic behind growing stronger in the Burial Ground was to keep forming gangs, recruiting subordinates, and expanding your territory, ensuring that firewood could be continually selected and brought up.]
["All right, get up. You don't have to kneel if you follow me, but you must be loyal!"]
[The five new underlings, including 250, 6666, and 4399, immediately thrust their fists toward the sky.]
["Loyalty!!!"]
[Seeing how distressed 250 looked over his pair of horns, you pointed at him.]
["Those horns of yours look pretty good. Lend them to me for a look."]
[250 instinctively hid the horns behind his back.]
["Boss, you're new here, aren't you? These are bones I tempered. You won't be able to use them even if you take them. You'll still have to temper them all over again."]
[You raised your chin.]
["Not necessarily. Let me see!"]
[Your perfectly delivered "Brother Jie tone" terrified 250, leaving him no choice but to present his horns with both hands.]
[You extended a finger bone and briskly scrawled your name onto the horns.]
[At that moment, 250 felt as though he had lost something.]
[You, on the other hand, felt as though you had gained something.]
[But this alone wasn't enough to claim the horns as your own, because you had only changed