Upon hearing this, Ouyang Ke glanced at everyone and sneered, saying:

　　“Why panic? Since the immortal didn’t kill us but kept us here, it must be for a reason. What’s there to fear?”

　　Upon hearing Ouyang Ke’s words, the others also felt it made sense and were much calmer than before.

　　So they all looked at Prince Zhao, Wan Yan Honglie, hoping he could come up with some good ideas.

　　As soon as Fang Yichen entered the space, he saw those martial arts heroes and people from the rivers and lakes discussing something around a person.

　　Seeing everyone discussing, he hid and eavesdropped, learning that the person was Wan Yan Honglie. He couldn’t help but feel pleasantly surprised and revealed himself, asking:

　　“Are you Prince Zhao, Wan Yan Honglie?”

　　When Fang Yichen suddenly appeared in mid-air, everyone was startled and then looked at him warily, remaining silent.

　　Fang Yichen didn’t speak either, just stood with his hands behind his back, squinting at everyone from mid-air.

　　After a long silence, Wan Yan Honglie finally stepped forward and asked:

　　“This Immortal Fang, I am Wan Yan Honglie. How do you plan to deal with us after imprisoning us here?”

　　Fang Yichen chuckled and said:

　　“I didn’t originally plan to do anything to you, but you brought it upon yourselves! Hahaha!”

　　Upon hearing this, everyone looked at each other, realizing it was true. Wan Yan Honglie regretted even more, thinking to himself:

　　“They had already escaped from the capital, and yet we went through all this trouble to chase after them. What the Immortal Fang says is not wrong!”

　　At this moment, he wished he could slap himself a few times.

　　Fang Yichen observed coldly, taking in the expressions of these people, and decided not to waste time with them, saying:

　　“Alright! Take it as it comes. I won’t waste time with you either. Are you willing to submit to me and help me achieve great deeds?”

　　Upon hearing this, everyone looked at each other, unsure of what he meant. Wan Yan Honglie gathered his courage and tentatively asked:

　　“Immortal Fang, do you want to become the emperor of the Jin Dynasty?”

　　“Haha! Emperor of the Jin Dynasty? Wan Yan Honglie, is your vision so narrow?”

　　Wan Yan Honglie naturally disagreed, saying in a deep voice: “Immortal Fang, with the current strength of the Jin Dynasty, sooner or later, you will conquer the Song Dynasty!”

　　“Hmm! That’s a bit of ambition.”

　　“Hehe! But do you know, the Jin Dynasty’s biggest enemy is not the Song Dynasty, but the vast desert? Temujin has united the various tribes of the desert and has long been planning to attack the Jin Dynasty. Do you think the Mongolian Empire is still the fragmented desert it used to be? Hmph!”

　　Fang Yichen sneered and rebuked.

　　Wan Yan Honglie broke out in a cold sweat upon hearing this. He knew how formidable Temujin was, but he didn't expect him to dare to plan like this. He looked at Fang Yichen with suspicion and asked:

　　“Immortal Fang, is this true?”

　　“Whether it’s true or not, you'll find out later. Today, you will submit to me and serve me in conquering the world!”

　　Fang Yichen didn’t bother talking nonsense with them anymore. With a turn of his mind, the power of space instantly covered everyone.

　　Everyone felt as if a thousand pounds of force pressed down on them, causing them to kneel and then lie on the ground.

　　Some of the more stubborn ones tried to get up, but in the face of the power of space, they could only end up with broken bones and torn muscles!

　　At least half of the soldiers were almost suffocated by the pressure. If Fang Yichen hadn’t slightly controlled it, at least half of them would have died.

　　But this is not the end of it. Next, the power of space continued to penetrate the minds of several individuals including Wan Yan Honglie, Ouyang Ke, Spiritual Master, Peng Lianhu, Liang Zi Weng, Sha Tongtian, Wan Yan Kang, and others.

　　Guided by the power of space, Fang Yichen imprinted his soul in the depths of their memories, altering their recollections and perceptions.

　　The reason he was able to do this actually stems from an experience he stumbled upon while training a stray dog in his personal space.

　　Though the dog eventually obeyed Fang Yichen’s commands, its lifespan was shortened due to his unfamiliar methods, leading to its premature demise.

　　In sorrow, Fang Yichen erected a luxurious tomb in a scenic location for the dog and inscribed a stone tablet to commemorate its contributions.

　　Fortunately, imprinting the royal household and others didn’t pose any issues this time.

　　Though not flawless, the process caused some discomfort to these martial artists and Prince Zhao, but it didn’t harm their brain function.

　　In reality, imprinting Wan Yan Honglie and the others wasn’t as easy as it seemed.

　　With his current abilities, Fang Yichen could only imprint on seven or eight individuals at most.

　　Of course, as he grows stronger in the future, he'll naturally be able to imprint on more people.

　　As a result, Wan Yan Honglie and the others developed immense admiration and respect for Fang Yichen. They all shared a common thought:

　　“Immortal Fang is our master, his commands are absolute, and his interests must be upheld.”

　　“Witnessing the master!”

　　Wan Yan Honglie suddenly exclaimed, his voice hoarse from the immense pressure.

　　“Witnessing the master!” the other martial artists who had been imprinted echoed, straining their voices.

　　Upon hearing this, the other martial artists from the mansion household were momentarily taken aback, thinking to themselves:

　　"Well, if even the Prince and several top martial artists recognize him as their master, then I guess we should submit too!”

　　However, since they were under the Prince’s command, they naturally couldn’t acknowledge Fang Yichen as their master. So, they hoarsely echoed, “Greetings, Immortal Fang!”

　　When the soldiers heard that both the Prince and all the martial artists from the mansion household had submitted, they also shouted at the top of their lungs:

　　“Greetings, Immortal Fang!” Their voices were so loud that they almost strained their throats to the breaking point.

　　Seeing this, Fang Yichen immediately lifted the suppression on them imposed by the power of space. Then, with a wave of his hand, a radiant light descended from the sky onto them.

　　Instantly, all their bodily injuries, whether old or new, began to heal rapidly. This was Fang Yichen channeling the power of space into their bodies to aid in their recovery.

　　Over eight hundred individuals felt rejuvenated, physically and spiritually. They rose from the ground and kneeled before him, expressing their gratitude:

　　“Thank you, Master!”

　　“Thank you, Immortal Fang!”

　　Apart from Prince Wan Yan Honglie and a few martial arts experts, the rest, though not imprinted, held Fang Yichen’s abilities in such high regard that they had already submitted in their hearts.

　　While Wan Yan Honglie and the others recognized Fang Yichen as their master, their thinking and nature remained unchanged.

　　They still behaved as before, albeit with an absolute belief that Fang Yichen was their master.

　　As for why they felt this way, Fang Yichen was unsure. So, he privately questioned several individuals to understand why they believed he was their master?