"Ah..."
A miserable scream rang out. The Nascent Soul that had spoken trembled violently as its consciousness was ground away alive.
"Hmph, you fool who doesn't know life from death. You think you can threaten me?"
He lowered his head to glance at the Nascent Soul in his hand, now utterly devoid of consciousness, then took out a jade box and placed the Nascent Soul inside.
After putting away the jade box, the mustached cultivator turned his gaze to the other Nascent Soul cultivator, who had long since been frightened into a daze.
"And you? Do you have terms you wish to discuss with me as well?"
"N-No! When that man fought us, he used Innate Gang Qi. Judging from his condition at the time, he seemed to have only recently cultivated the Innate Gang Qi."
The Nascent Soul hurriedly shook its head and spilled all the information it knew.
"This is what you were relying on?"
The mustached cultivator's face turned cold as true essence surged in his palm.
In the Hundred Thousand Mines, there were no fewer than several thousand people who had entered the immortal path through martial arts.
Such information was worthless in his eyes!
"That man's martial arts methods bear a striking resemblance to those of a cultivator here named Ren Ze."
"I heard that half a year ago, Ren Ze was stopped and robbed. Because he refused to hand over his spirit crystals, he was nearly beaten to death. At the critical moment, a mysterious young man saved him. That young man was very likely the person you're looking for, Fellow Daoist."
Before the mustached cultivator could strike, the Nascent Soul hurriedly cried out and continued speaking in a rush.
"Ren Ze... That little old man came here of his own accord back then.