Lake-Fire Revolution (15,000 words, five chapters in one!)

[Nonaction Unchanging Dao Ground].

The moment Wang Ping returned to the Dao Ground with twelve Yin Spirits, he received a hero's welcome. Everyone's attitude had changed dramatically.

Apart from the grievously wounded Yi Xuangong, who remained composed, the other Breath-Consuming Cultivators no longer dared look Wang Ping in the eye as equals. They had no choice: whenever they looked at him that way, Wang Ping himself felt nothing, but the twelve Yin Spirits behind him immediately glared back.

That was downright terrifying.

After all, everyone had just witnessed Guang Jisou's fate. He had been blasted apart, and now he stood among the Yin Spirits with loyalty written all over his face!

"Thank you, fellow Daoist, for saving our Dao Ground."

Walking up to Wang Ping, Yi Xuangong bowed first, offering a solemn Daoist salute. Seeing this, the surrounding Breath-Consuming Cultivators immediately followed suit:

"Thank you, my lord, for saving our Dao Ground!"

"You're too kind. How could I deserve such courtesy?"

Wang Ping smiled and modestly waved a hand, looking as open-minded as a valley, though inwardly he rather enjoyed their bows.

The next moment, Yi Xuangong continued, "There is also a presumptuous request I must make. Junior Brother Qi is, after all, a mainstay of our Dao Ground. The situation was dire, and you had to act as circumstances demanded, causing him to meet an unexpected calamity. Please release your mystic workings and allow his true spirit to return."

With that, Yi Xuangong pointed toward the Yin Spirits.

Wang Ping followed his finger and soon spotted the utterly loyal Qi Sifeng. He readily nodded. "A trifle."

After all, he had more than one Yin Spirit.

Besides, Breath-Consuming Cultivators... even those at the second tier barely interested Wang Ping anymore. Keeping one occupied a slot; better to offer a favor