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Tang Changsheng intended to cultivate the image of a wealthy spendthrift, so he held nothing back. He let the Ghost Creatures fight over the food. Let's see how much you can eat. I'll make ten times that amount.
It cost him some Incense and Fire Prayer Power, but it was already worth it! These were extraordinary times, and Tang Changsheng needed reliable fighters.
Besides, the ring of Incense and Fire Prayer Power around the Protector King Divine General's Deity Statue was power it had not yet refined... Or, one could say, power left over.
Only when every Ferocious Ghost had eaten its fill and lay on the ground, unable to move, did Tang Changsheng sneer. "Yuan Wu, do you yield?"
Yuan Wu was just as stuffed. Unlike a mortal, though, he had simply taken in too much Spiritual Power at once and could not digest it.
He lay sprawled flat on the ground and groaned, "I yield. Old Yuan yields. Anyone who can stuff Old Yuan this damn full has Old Yuan's respect!"
Tang Changsheng laughed three times, pointed at Zhangtai, and barked, "And you?"
Zhangtai was an educated man. Even after centuries locked in the Ghost Prison, he still cared about saving face. He had yielded in his heart, but could not bring himself to admit it.
Tang Changsheng did not mind. He had given the Ferocious Ghosts Ritual Food and sweet dew every day, and in just two days he had won over Yuan Wu, whom he had expected to be the hardest to subdue.
Fortunately, the General's Temple had ample experience with Ritual Refinement of Yin Soldiers. With Ritual Food as its trump card, subduing these Ferocious Ghosts was much easier.
The Daoist Tradition's method of offering food through purification rites