Gongsun Ming waited patiently for half an hour before the white smoke finally stopped rising from the heads of the thousand-odd people.
At that moment, the gray-robed elder slowly opened his eyes.
Gongsun Ming strolled over and smiled casually. "Fellow Daoist Yin Spirit Child, your wicked art cultivates rather quickly at the start, but I've noticed that the higher your cultivation grows, the slower your progress becomes."
"Nothing to be done about it."
Yin Spirit Child shook his head with a bitter smile.
Gongsun Ming came closer and nodded. "Still, it's not bad. In just over three hundred years, you rose from a minor Qi Refining Realm cultivator to a mighty Nascent Soul Realm eighth-layer cultivator in one leap. That speed is already enough to make people's hair stand on end."
Yin Spirit Child looked at Gongsun Ming, his gaze flickering as he said flatly, "Fellow Daoist Gongsun, you and I haven't worked together for many years. Why have you traveled thousands of miles to my Yin Corpse Underground Palace this time?"
"Help me deal with someone. He's at the third layer of the Nascent Soul Realm, but his combat strength is not to be underestimated—he rivals a fifth-layer Nascent Soul Realm Body Cultivator."
Gongsun Ming said.
"Who is this person?" Yin Spirit Child asked curiously. "Fellow Daoist Gongsun, your strength far surpasses his. Can't you handle him yourself?"
Gongsun Ming snorted coldly, gritting his teeth. "That brat stole my son's woman. He's now the live-in son-in-law of Golden Turtle Island's Human Sect, so it wouldn't be convenient for me to act. Send a few Yin Corpse Puppet Bodies to cripple his cultivation, so he becomes a piece of trash mocked by everyone!"
"What gall! That boy actually dared steal Fellow Daoist Gongsun's daughter-in-law? He has utterly lost his mind!"