Chapter 178: Acknowledging a Master

"Open your mind and heart, and prostrate yourself in worship." Liu Sheng hesitated; he knew the methods of an Immortal Cultivator were mysterious and unfathomable.

Since Meng Yifan dared to say this, his Soul Imprint could truly control Liu Sheng's life and death.

Liu Sheng did not want to die, nor did he want his fate to be controlled by others, but now that he was the fish and the other was the knife, he had to follow Meng Yifan's arrangements if he didn't want to die.

Liu Sheng's eyes flickered, and a flash of inspiration struck his mind: "When Meng Yifan gets close later, I will suddenly launch an attack; perhaps I can kill Meng Yifan in an instant, and then I will have a chance to turn the tables."

Immortal Cultivators have many methods, but their close-combat strength is generally not as good as Martial Artists of the same level.

Meng Yifan practices both the Martial Dao and Immortal Cultivation, but his strength in the Martial Dao is only Third Grade Lower Tier, so he is not Liu Sheng's match.

If the two get close for hand-to-hand combat, Liu Sheng, by Condensing Qi into Steel, unleashing his ultimate techniques, and exploding with full power, has the possibility of instantly suppressing Meng Yifan.

"Boss Meng, I agree. From now on, I acknowledge you as my master. If you tell me to chase a dog, I will never catch a chicken; if you tell me to go east, I will never go west." Liu Sheng said with a fawning smile, eager to lower Meng Yifan's vigilance.

"Haha, a wise choice." Meng Yifan laughed, then with a thought, the Dual-Blade Zombie walked out from the mist.

"This is..." Liu Sheng was stunned. He had hoped Meng Yifan would approach him personally; what the hell was this zombie holding two blades?

Liu Sheng felt a dense wave of Yin Attribute energy from the Dual-Blade Zombie and felt that the combat power of the Dual-Blade Zombie was comparable to a Third-grade Intermediate Martial Artist, about the same as Liu Sheng's own strength.

Moreover, zombies do not fear death; if they really started fighting, Liu Sheng might not necessarily be able to beat this Dual-Blade Zombie.

"Meng Yifan actually has such a terrifying zombie under his command. He doesn't even need to show his face; just having this Dual-Blade Zombie rush over could defeat me. What should I do?"

Liu Sheng wanted to play at close-quarters combat, but if Meng Yifan wouldn't get close to him, then what was the point?

"Whoosh!" A Bloodthirsty Ghost Rat covered in scales crawled out from the mist, its bloodthirsty eyes staring tightly at Liu Sheng, as if ready to rush over and fight at any moment.

Immediately after, Zhang Butou, holding two large needles, also drifted out from the black mist.

"Damn, two more Third-grade combatants. The strength on Meng Yifan's side is very strong." Liu Sheng was secretly shocked, knowing that if it were four against one, he would definitely not be a match for Meng Yifan and his group.

"However, these are all external objects; the most fundamental thing is one's own strength. I still have a chance." Liu Sheng cheered himself on; as long as he could take care of Meng Yifan, he could turn the tables.

"In a moment, I will use the Binding Demon Rope to restrain you. I know that for a Third-grade Intermediate Martial Artist like you who can Condense Qi into Steel, it will be very easy to break free from this low-level Dharma Artifact."

"To be safe, I will have the Dual-Blade Zombie hold you, with its fangs pressed against your neck, the Bloodthirsty Ghost Rat's sharp claws pressed against your chest, and Zhang Butou's two large needles aimed at your balls."

"As long as you make any unusual moves, the Dual-Blade Zombie, the Bloodthirsty Ghost Rat, and Zhang Butou will launch an attack simultaneously to take your life directly. I don't think you'll refuse, right?" Meng Yifan said nonchalantly.

Liu Sheng's face turned pale, and he really wanted to curse. This kid Meng Yifan was too cautious! It was one thing to tie him up with the Binding Demon Rope, but he was actually insane enough to use three Third-grade combatants to watch him, and even have all three of them control his vital parts. How was he supposed to counterattack like this?

"What, the loyalty you just promised me was all bullshit? Your real goal was to have me get close to you so you could launch a desperate counterattack?" Meng Yifan said mockingly.

Liu Sheng was startled when his thoughts were exposed. Seeing the Dual-Blade Zombie, the Bloodthirsty Ghost Rat, and Zhang Butou all restless and ready to attack at any moment, he hurriedly waved his hands repeatedly and said, "Boss Meng, you've misunderstood. I really want to be loyal to you. My loyalty to you is as clear as the sun and moon. Just let them come."

"Good, that's good. Those who know the times are heroes." Meng Yifan laughed, then with a thought, the Binding Demon Rope slithered out from the mist like a large python, binding Liu Sheng tightly. Then, the Dual-Blade Zombie opened its arms and hugged Liu Sheng's hands tightly, its mouth, reeking of corpse stench, opened, and its sharp fangs pressed tightly against Liu Sheng's throat.

"Damn, brother, you don't have to press so tightly. From now on, we're in the same camp; I really won't resist. The Corpse Poison in your mouth is so thick, don't pass it on to me."

Liu Sheng was almost knocked unconscious by the stench of the corpse in the Dual-Blade Zombie's mouth. He had initially thought about a desperate counterattack, but after hearing Meng Yifan's plan, he truly gave up on resisting.

"Boss Liu, just endure it; it will be over soon. This is also just in case. Don't worry, even if you really get infected with Corpse Poison, I have a way to help you neutralize it." Meng Yifan laughed.

Next, the Bloodthirsty Ghost Rat pressed its claws against Liu Sheng's chest; with its sharp claws, it could rip out Liu Sheng's heart with a single exertion of force. Finally, Zhang Butou pointed those two pitch-black large needles at the outside of Liu Sheng's balls.

Liu Sheng felt a slight chill on his balls, like needles on his back. This feeling was very uncomfortable, and he said, "Zhang Butou, move a little further away. Please don't let your hands shake, otherwise, I'll be finished."

"Boss Liu, when I was alive, I always wanted to bring you to justice, but that corrupt official Lv Dazhi was in cahoots with you lot and wouldn't let me arrest you. Haha, I never expected that after I died and became a Ghost General, I would finally catch you." Zhang Butou's face was ferocious, and he wished he could finish Liu Sheng off right now.

"Zhang Butou, it was my fault before. From now on, we are all following Boss Meng, so we are one family. I apologize to you, brother. In the future, I will definitely repent and turn over a new leaf and be a good person." Liu Sheng said obsequiously.

"Alright, open your mind and heart, prepare for my Soul Imprint, and prostrate yourself in worship." Meng Yifan walked out cautiously, holding a steel Shield.

Although Liu Sheng was already controlled, Meng Yifan was still worried that Liu Sheng might suddenly self-destruct like Jiang Tian and drag Meng Yifan down with him.

Although this possibility was very small, he had to be on guard. Meng Yifan was already prepared; at the slightest sign of trouble, he would use Lingbo Microsteps to retreat at high speed, avoid the core area of the explosion, and with the steel Shield to block the shockwave, he should be fine given his physical strength.

Liu Sheng was speechless seeing Meng Yifan's fully defensive posture. He was already being controlled at his vital points by three Third-grade combatants and had truly given up on resisting, yet Meng Yifan was still guarding against him like this. This made him very depressed; couldn't there be even a shred of basic trust between people?

Meng Yifan didn't look very old, yet his strength was so formidable. By all logic, he should be arrogant and look down on everything, but he was so cautious and prudent, like a middle-aged man who had experienced many hardships. This made Liu Sheng very confused.

Meng Yifan hid his body behind the Shield, extended an index finger, pressed it against the center of Liu Sheng's brow, and channeled a secret technique, sending a wisp of a Soul Imprint into Liu Sheng's Mud Pill Palace.

Liu Sheng stood dazed on the spot. In his Mud Pill Palace, a brilliant light suddenly erupted, as if a small Greater Yang had risen, and then the light converged, revealing the figure of Meng Yifan.

Meng Yifan was seen sitting cross-legged on a lotus platform, his right hand forming a seal, his expression serene, a smile on his lips, and his body shimmering with a warm light that made one involuntarily feel dependent, just like a child close to their parents or a loyal subject in awe of their monarch.

"You may begin." Meng Yifan's voice was soft, making one feel as if they were bathed in a spring breeze, relaxed and happy.

Liu Sheng sobered up and gave a bitter smile, knowing he was truly powerless to resist. He could only prostrate himself, bow deeply to Meng Yifan, and say, "This humble one swears to serve the master until death."

Meng Yifan smiled, and then the Soul Imprint turned into a stream of light and drilled into Liu Sheng's Spirit Core.

From now on, as long as Meng Yifan had a thought, he could make Liu Sheng's soul scatter and perish.

After Liu Sheng acknowledged his master, Meng Yifan had the Dual-Blade Zombie, the Bloodthirsty Ghost Rat, and Zhang Butou all stand down.

Liu Sheng opened his eyes, and the look he gave Meng Yifan was filled with adoration, as if Meng Yifan were his reborn parent; anyone who dared to harm Meng Yifan would be Liu Sheng's mortal enemy.

The Soul Imprint is very mysterious; it subtly changes Liu Sheng's thoughts, making Liu Sheng completely submit to Meng Yifan.

Moreover, the Soul Imprint has a special function: if Meng Yifan dies, the Soul Imprint will suddenly explode, and Liu Sheng will be buried along with him.

Therefore, if Liu Sheng does not want to die, he must protect Meng Yifan with all his heart. This is the tyrannical nature of the Soul Imprint.