An idea was nothing more than an idea.
Qin Shaofeng would not waste too much effort on something so unrealistic.
They might all possess Ghost Marks now, but that was only because the Ghost Corpse Race had been suppressed too severely, and because Ximen Lingzhong was here.
Otherwise, even if the Ghost Corpse Race stood right before him, it would have been extremely difficult for him to create the current situation.
Not to mention that finding a large number of Ghost Corpse Race members amid the endless Ghost Corpse Slave Army to help the warriors raise their Ghost Marks was fundamentally impossible.
"Prison Lord, you few, come with me."
Qin Shaofeng called out to Li Naling and the others, then took the lead in descending toward the ground.
The three hundred and three Ghost Corpses had already been arranged neatly on the ground, like goods laid out for selection.
After casually sweeping his gaze over them, he said again, "Luo San, go choose Ghost Corpses suitable for you first. Raise your Ghost Mark to a Silver Ghost Mark."
"Yes, Young Master."
Light blazed in Luo San's eyes.
Even though this had long been a foregone conclusion, he was still overjoyed.
Having witnessed it firsthand and personally felt the benefits brought by a Ghost Mark—
How could such an opportunity possibly fail to excite him?
"Mo Ya, Di Shan, discuss it between yourselves. One of you can advance to a Silver Ghost Mark. I'll take this half-step Heavenly Dao Realm Ghost Corpse King," Qin Shaofeng continued.
The two had long guessed as much.
Yet when they truly heard Qin Shaofeng say it, they both turned to look at Wang Sheng.
Wang Sheng was immediately left bewildered by their gazes.
"Gentlemen, this is the Young Master's arrangement. It would be better for