"You're now under my restriction. The Life-Taking Ring around your neck will tighten more and more. Every month, I must personally infuse it with a portion of my magic power. Otherwise, the ring will squeeze you until your soul is scattered, leaving you a walking corpse with no will of your own." The Ghost Venerable sent the message to Iron Corpse Sheath. "From now on, just follow me. If you can accomplish great things for me here in Misty Hall, I can also take the time to guide your cultivation. Although I haven't become a ghost cultivator yet, I'm not far off. As long as you follow me, your cultivation will surely make great strides in the future."
"I'm at your service, Venerable." Iron Corpse Sheath hurriedly sent a respectful reply to the Ghost Venerable, though only he knew the bitterness in his heart. He hadn't expected to escape that strange restriction only to be taken in hand by this Nascent Soul Cultivator. He'd escaped one cage, only to stumble into an even sturdier one. If only he'd stayed in the cave to begin with. That would have been better than becoming this ghost cultivator's puppet. As for the other party's offer to guide his cultivation, Iron Corpse Sheath didn't think it would do him much good. After all, he had already reached the ninth rank. If he hadn't been injured, his strength would have been formidable even among Nascent Soul-level ghost cultivators. Having an old monster at the Nascent Soul level guide his cultivation would naturally be a good thing, but what he needed more was a spiritual object that could help him advance into a Silver Corpse Sheath, the equivalent of a Nascent Soul Cultivator. And even a Nascent Soul Cultivator might not be able to provide such