Ming Zhitian found it ridiculous, "Strengths? I haven't found any."
Yin Fu sighed, "It seems my little sister is not up to par. Brother Zhitian is such a fine young man, yet she doesn't showcase his merits. Truly, it gives me a headache."
Ming Zhitian said, "Young Master Yin, what exactly do you want to say?"
Yin Fu waved his hand, "Nothing, just asking casually."
Ming Zhitian said, "Right, why haven't I seen your sister?"
Yin Fu smiled faintly, "Uh... she... she's not awake yet, I guess."
"She doesn't want to see me," Ming Zhitian thought to himself.
Yin Fu took out a large, red-patterned ancient box, "By the way, I've been looking all night and couldn't find anything suitable to give you. You'll definitely like this."
Ming Zhitian asked, "What is this?"
Yin Fu smiled faintly, "Open it and see."
Seeing his affected mystery, Ming Zhitian tentatively opened the large, red-patterned ancient box. It was a pair of glowing magical gauntlets.
Yin Fu said, "I don't have much to give you, but our Yin family happened to have one of these in collection, so consider it a token of my appreciation."
Ming Zhitian picked up the gauntlets and examined them carefully, "This is... a divine-grade magical artifact?! What is it called?"
Yin Fu said, "This is the divine-grade magical artifact Jia Liuli. A great deity once pawned it here for a few pills. It's been stored for ages; they probably won't come back for it."
Ming Zhitian looked at the divine-grade magical artifact named "Jia Liuli." Hearing the name, he couldn't help but think of Bai Liuli, one of the women who died because of him, and felt guilt.
Donning the divine-grade magical artifact Jia Liuli, his entire body filled with power, as if he were invincible at this moment. But in reality, it was merely an illusion it brought to Ming Zhitian.
Ming Zhitian took a deep breath, "Liuli, from now on, you will be my left and right arm. With you, and with me, we will live and die together."
Thinking of power, Ming Zhitian involuntarily wanted to become stronger again. He wanted to go back and take revenge on the Bo Li Pavilion. He would never let the destruction of his sect go unpunished as long as he had a breath left in him.
"Are there any places nearby where bodies are buried or piled up?"
Yin Fu looked confused, "What are you looking for there?"
Ming Zhitian said, "To be honest, I need corpses to refine puppets."
Yin Fu's eyes lit up, "I didn't expect you to be a puppeteer?!"
Ming Zhitian pondered, "A puppeteer? I suppose so. Do you know where I can find any?"
Yin Fu thought for a moment, "There aren't any nearby, but to the southeast, there's a place called Ling Muchang, a tomb estate that specifically buries the remains of cultivators."
Ming Zhitian nodded, "Mm, thank you. There's no time to waste, I'll set off immediately."
Yin Fu was startled, "No, Brother Zhitian, you're not planning to desecrate graves, are you?"
Ming Zhitian said, "You could say that. It's merely using their bodies to fulfill their own value."
Yin Fu said, "Brother Zhitian, I'm not trying to lecture you, just advising. It's best not to go to that place. Most of them are burial grounds for powerful figures, and there's a high chance of finding the remains of divine beings. Even though it's just a collection of corpses, you must be cautious. The dangers there are often immense, after all, it's a place called a hazardous zone."
Hearing about the remains of divine beings, Ming Zhitian's eyes lit up, making him even more determined to go to that place.
Yin Fu felt that he was unyielding. He then persuaded him again, "That place is a chaotic mess. The reason they are buried there is mostly for remembrance and worship. If you disturb the soil, it's like digging up someone's ancestral grave, and the consequences would be unimaginable. Moreover, there are tomb guards; they won't stand by and watch you act without doing anything, and they certainly won't turn a blind eye."