"What's going on?" Bai Fujun didn't lift the bamboo curtain of the carriage window, but asked the guards outside through the curtain.

The head of the guards, a middle-aged man, looked around warily and stood guard by the car window: "Young Master, we didn't see anything attacking us, and the road surface is very smooth."

Bai Fujun had seen evil spirits several times and had a deep understanding of them. He asked doubtfully, "Could it be an evil spirit?"

Yuan Qi looked at the black-clad assassins descending and immediately realized that they were puppets. The person who made the move seemed to know that there were experts on the carriage, or that the Bai family's guards were very powerful, so the puppets were not only very powerful, but also numerous.

"This is a puppet, very powerful. Be careful and ruthless. Don't be afraid."

Upon seeing this, the people on the street scattered and fled, and the vendors didn't even bother with their stalls before running away.

"Protect the young master!" At the command of the guard leader, some of the guards had already climbed onto the roof of the carriage to protect it completely.

Yuan Qi was in no hurry to make a move, and the Bai family guards were no pushovers either.

She stared at the puppets and could only tell that they were very powerful and that the person who created them was also an expert, but she couldn't tell who was behind them.

"The person who wants to kill you is very powerful."

Bai Fujun's expression was cold and stern. He pulled a dagger from his boot, ready to strike at any moment.

"The Bai family isn't so easy to bully. There aren't many people in Kyoto who can make puppets, are there?"

Yuan Qi hummed in agreement: "There aren't many, the Imperial Preceptor is one of them. I can also refine it, and I can refine it even better than this one."

The puppets were ruthless and incredibly fast, even more powerful than the Bai family guards. Several Bai family guards were already falling, unable to withstand the onslaught, while the number of puppets remained high.

Yuan Qi took out several paper figures from his cloth bag, dotted their eyes with blood from his fingertip, and then infused them with spiritual power: "Go."

Paper figures floated out from the gaps in the bamboo curtain, and as soon as they stepped out of the carriage window, they transformed into people dressed in white, each holding a sword, but with expressionless faces and identical appearances.

Bai Fujun asked curiously, "Is this also a puppet?"

"I suppose so. They're all puppetry, just with different appearances." Yuan Qifeng said casually, not taking the powerful puppets outside seriously. She looked out through the carriage curtain but didn't see anyone controlling the puppets.

With Yuan Qi around, Bai Fujun felt inexplicably at ease. In just a short while, a large number of the black puppets were killed.

Bai Fujun was very pleased: "Your puppets are still more powerful. Look, quite a few of the black puppets have already died."

The puppets would dissipate when they died, leaving no corpses. Bai Fujun had his eyes opened today; the evil spirits created by humans were actually so powerful. If it weren't for Yuan Qi, his guards definitely wouldn't have been able to stop those puppets.

This is terrifying to think about.

Yuan Qi hummed in agreement and noticed that the deathly aura on Bai Fujun's face had disappeared.

"It's a pity that puppets are not magic. When a puppet dies, it does not harm the person who made it. Otherwise, I could find the mastermind just by the backlash."

Bai Fujun didn't care: "There are only a few people who want me dead, and not many of them have the ability to do so. Seventh Sister, you don't need to worry about this. I will go back and discuss it with Grandfather and Father. I am already very grateful to Seventh Sister for escaping this calamity today."

Before long, the black puppets were completely wiped out, and Bai Fujun and Yuan Qi got out of the car.

Many of the guards were injured, but thankfully no one lost their lives. Bai Fujun checked around and, finding no one dead, was relieved.

"Everyone has worked hard, let's head back."

After Yuan Qi escorted Bai Fujun back to the Bai residence, he turned back.

All the way there, she wondered who had created these puppets. Not to mention the capital, there were very few people in the whole world who could create such powerful puppets. Was it Xuan Qing?

Yuan Qi didn't set up her stall today. In the evening, she was processing the spirit beast hides, preparing to give Wen Zhujun a new body, when Green Bamboo came to report: "Miss, the eldest young master has returned injured."

"Big brother is injured?" Yuan Qi's first reaction was that it was impossible. Jiang Jun was the commander of the Imperial Guards and a general. He was highly skilled in martial arts and had few rivals in the capital. Moreover, he had the glass sword given to him by Yuan Qi. Even evil spirits could not harm him. How could he be injured?

Yuan Qi put down the spirit beast skin in his hand and went straight to Jiang Juncai's courtyard.

The family physician had already arrived. Jiang Zhengqing arrived around the same time as Yuan Qi. He hurried inside, extremely worried. Who would dare to assassinate the commander of the Imperial Guards in the capital?

Jiang Juncai's injury was on his shoulder, not far from his heart. The wound was deep and still had a faint black aura. He lay on the bed, his expression pained.

The physician is treating the wound, moving very carefully.

Jiang Zhengqing held him down: "Don't move. Do you know who attacked you?"

Jiang Juncai spoke with restraint: "I don't know. They are evil spirits. As soon as the sword pierced them, they disappeared."

Yuan Qi was quite certain that this was a puppet made by the same person who attacked Bai Fujun: "It's a puppet."

She gently pushed the physician away: "You can stitch up the wound later. I'll expel the evil spirit from his wound now."

The physician obediently stepped aside, and Yuan Qi formed hand seals, casting a small array to dispel evil energy into Jiang Juncai's back. The black energy at his wound slowly dissipated.

Only then did the physician step forward to continue treating the wound.

After Jiang Zhengqing discovered that Yuan Qi had treated the wound, Jiang Juncai immediately felt much more relaxed: "Xiao Qi, your medical skills are so good? It's all thanks to you."

Yuan Qi was not modest at all: "My medical skills are very good, it's just that I'm too young, so no one will believe me."

Jiang Zhengqing hummed in agreement before asking, "What is a puppet?"

Yuan Qi took out a paper figure from his cloth bag, dotted its eyes with blood from his fingertip, and then imbued it with spiritual power. The paper figure jumped off Yuan Qi's palm and transformed into an ordinary-looking man in white holding a long sword.

The white-clad puppet twirled its sword and bowed to everyone.

Jiang Zhengqing was extremely shocked: "This is a puppet?"

Yuan Qi hummed in agreement: "That's right. The skill level of the puppets depends on the skill level of the person who created them. Moreover, they have no emotions, no consciousness, and no sense of pain. When they die, they only suffer a slight loss of power. No one can find out who made them, and they won't leave any clues. Today, the sixth young master of the Bai family also encountered a puppet. Father, I suspect that this is a conspiracy."

Jiang Zhengqing hummed in agreement: "Could it be the Imperial Advisor?"

Yuan Qi said, "Xuan Qing is capable of making such powerful puppets. However, we cannot be certain that it is him."

She took the paper puppet and placed it in Jiang Zhengqing's palm: "Father, take it. In case you encounter the puppet, it can hold off the enemy for a while."

Jiang Zhengqing's expression was cold, as if he was making up his mind. He had already planned it out in his heart: if the emperor was ruthless, then they, as his subjects, should not be blamed for being unrighteous.