The corpse puppet stood up and obediently followed A Yao into the cave.
Ayao made the corpse puppet sit down in front of her. Then, with a wave of her hand, talismans flew out of her storage bag and stuck to the walls around the cave. In an instant, the walls were covered with yellow talismans.
Ayao looked at the corpse puppet in front of her and touched the strips of cloth wrapped around its body. These strips were covered with blood-drawn runes, which were seals. Ayao reached out and untied the layers of cloth wrapped around its body, and its face was gradually revealed. However, after seeing its face, Ayao was shocked.
His face could hardly be called a face anymore; it was completely destroyed, the flesh and blood on his face were a bloody mess, revealing the stark white bones. Ayao continued to untie the strips of cloth wrapped around his body, exposing his body to her view. His body was also covered in wounds, with white bones sticking out, and the wounds emitted wisps of black energy.
Looking at his battered and bruised body, Ayao felt inexplicably sad. She thought that he must have been in great pain when he died.
Who is it?
Who did he fight?
Who killed him?
Who is he?
What's his name? Where is he from?
After removing all the strips of cloth that sealed him, Ayao was on guard against him suddenly going berserk, but he remained very quiet, except that his blood-red eyes were fixed on her without blinking.
Ayao reached out to touch his face, but the injuries on his face prevented her from doing so. His disfigured face was heartbreaking to see. She asked softly, "Does it hurt?"
There was no response.
He's already dead. How can a dead person feel pain?
Ayao used magic to cleanse the filth from his body, wrapped clean strips of cloth around him, sewed a white robe for him to wear, and even carved a silver mask for him to wear. Ayao felt that after dressing up the corpse puppet, he looked much better.
After helping him dress up, I felt an even stronger sense of familiarity with him.
However, she wondered, who did he resemble?
It's no wonder that A Yao couldn't recognize that this was Xu Fengzhi's physical body. After all, she had only seen Xu Fengzhi twice. Now his appearance was ruined, he had become a corpse puppet, and his aura had changed.
"You're still conscious, right?" Ayao asked.
"..."
"Can you tell me your name?"
"..."
No matter what A-Yao said, she received no answer. Finally, A-Yao said, "I'll give you a name. Xiao Bai, how about I call you Xiao Bai?"
"..."
The corpse puppet stared at A Yao without saying a word; how could he possibly answer her?
“If you don’t say anything, I’ll take that as a yes.” A Yao smiled slyly, and that’s how she decided on the name of the corpse puppet.
"Xiaobai, Xiaobai, you'll be Xiaobai from now on."
White-robed corpse puppet: "..."
Ayao has been cultivating in this desolate mountain wilderness for 150 years. She is now at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm and has also obtained Xiaobai, a corpse puppet at the mid-stage of the Void Refinement realm. She feels that she doesn't need to stay here any longer and should go out and explore to find new opportunities.
So she put everything in the cave into her storage bag and left with Xiaobai.
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Three years later.
Inside a secluded auction in Qingyao Prefecture, Ayao, her face veiled, sat at an empty table in a corner. Around a hundred Nascent Soul cultivators had gathered there, and Ayao, a female cultivator at the early Nascent Soul stage, was not particularly conspicuous.
The auctioneer was an elderly man dressed in a black robe. He was at the late Nascent Soul stage, with withered skin, age spots all over his face, and meticulously groomed white hair.
A piece of Dream Crystal the size of an infant's fist floated in front of the old man. "Dream Crystal, weighing fifteen grams, starting bid is two hundred thousand high-grade spirit stones."
No sooner had the old man finished speaking than someone made a bid: an old woman leaning on a dragon-headed cane said, "Two hundred thousand."
"Three hundred thousand."
The man bidding against the old woman was a bald man.
The old woman was at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, and the bald man was also at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm. When the old woman saw the bald man bidding against her, she looked at him coldly and raised the price: "Three hundred and ten thousand."
"Three hundred and twenty thousand."
“Three hundred and fifty thousand,” Ayao suddenly said.
The old woman with the dragon-headed cane and the bald man both looked at A Yao, somewhat disdainful that she, a mere early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, was bidding against them.
"Four hundred thousand," the old woman said.
Her price was already quite high, exceeding the value of the Dream Crystal, so the bald man snorted and didn't continue bidding. Just when the old woman thought no one would raise the price, A Yao spoke up again: "Forty-one thousand."
Many eyes turned to Ayao, but most glanced at her and then looked away. Only the old woman, with her withered fingers gripping the dragon-headed cane, looked extremely unwell, but she did not raise the price further.
And so the Dream Crystal came into A Yao's possession. The old woman watched as A Yao put the Dream Crystal into her storage bag, a hint of murderous intent flashing in her eyes.
"Let's continue the auction for the next treasure," said the black-robed elder who was presiding over the auction. With a wave of his hand, a jade-colored box appeared in front of him. The box was sealed with a talisman. After the talisman was removed, flames shot out, and the entire room was filled with fire-attribute spiritual energy. Everyone looked at the contents of the box, which was a fiery red gemstone.
"This...this is Phoenix Tears!" someone recognized what it was.
Legend has it that Phoenix Tears are formed from the blood of a phoenix, making them an immeasurable treasure for those who cultivate fire-attribute techniques. Many people present were tempted, naturally those who practiced fire-attribute techniques.
The old man in black robes said, "I found this Phoenix Tear in a ruin three hundred years ago. Unfortunately, I cultivate a wood-attribute technique, so this Phoenix Tear is of little use to me. Therefore, I am putting it up for auction today to see which fellow Daoist is destined to obtain it."
The old man in the black robe stroked his beard and smiled as he spoke.
"Elder Ge, how many spirit stones is this Phoenix Tear? Or what do we need to exchange it for?" A purple-robed man with a scar on his face stared at the Phoenix Tear with an impatient look. Normally, as a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, he should have been able to remain calm, but the Phoenix Tear was simply too important to him, so he couldn't help but urge him on.
"Yes, tell me the starting price quickly."
"Speak quickly, speak quickly."
The others also shouted anxiously.
The old man in black robes laughed and said, "Please don't rush, everyone. The starting bid for this Phoenix Tear is one million high-grade spirit stones, or you can exchange it for items of equal value, but the items of equal value must be something that I need."
“One million high-grade spirit stones,” said the scarred man in the purple robe.
"One million five hundred thousand," a woman in a red palace dress said with a smile as she added the money.
Two million.
"Two and a half million."
Three million.
The bidding was very intense.
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