The puppets created by weapon refiners have different uses depending on the refining methods and materials used. The one that seriously injured Li Geyue in the secret realm, forcing him to return to his sect to recuperate, was an offensive puppet, while Shuanghuang was a weapon-refining puppet.
His only function was to assist in the refining of weapons. In the past, the thing he did most was to sit on a small stool next to the refining furnace and adjust the fuel according to the heat.
But after being flattered by Ji Mofan, Shuanghuang immediately became a little smug and waved her little hand, "Of course, leave it to me!"
Ji Mofan watched as Shuanghuang's pigtail appeared and disappeared in the bushes, and ran all the way to the other side opposite to where he was.
Then he lit a fire.
"Wow! It's so hot! So hot! So hot!"
Ji Mofan looked at his clumsy acting, which was so bad it was hard to watch, and couldn't help but lower his head and rub his forehead.
Why would he place his hopes on someone who has spent most of his life confined in a tiny barrier since birth?
However, it wasn't entirely ineffective; several disciples on patrol actually ran over to inquire about his condition after seeing the thick smoke and flames.
Puppets are easy to identify in the secret realm because they have no spiritual power, yet they are not restricted by the rules of the secret realm.
But it's hard to tell them apart from ordinary people; the only difference between them and ordinary people is that they don't bleed when their bodies are cut off.
Shuanghuang pretended to be a real five or six-year-old child, holding his small hand with a bloody scar on it, and rushed directly to the disciple who approached him first, burying his head and crying incoherently.
Okay, the acting was stiff, but it was effective.
Even the disciples patrolling on the other side couldn't help but turn their gaze toward the source of the sound. Ji Mofan successfully found a gap, and with a flash, he slipped through the guard's loophole.
The disciples around them only felt a cold wind brush past them.
Upon entering this area, Jimo Fan felt extremely uncomfortable.
Just as he felt outside, only a very small amount of spiritual energy flowed into his body with each breath.
He bent down and squatted down, touching the scorched earth beneath his feet.
There were no traces of lightning element left, just as he expected, this was not a strange phenomenon caused by the lightning tribulation.
So what is shaped like lightning and can create such a scene?
In a flash, the content he had read in ancient books flashed through his mind.
A significant number of cultivators embark on the path of cultivation solely in pursuit of immortality. Even so, many fail to achieve their desire.
Cultivators die far more often than mortals in the ways they die: from failing to advance their cultivation level and being struck by lightning, from being defeated in challenges against secret realms or other powerful beings, to being assassinated by enemies.
This also gave rise to another kind of Taoist practice—the art of resurrection.
Ji Mofan wasn't particularly interested in this kind of magic before; he didn't think that something that clearly violated normal cause and effect could have any real effect.
But ever since he experienced rebirth, he felt that what those ancient books said wasn't necessarily all nonsense.
One method of resurrection involves forcibly attaching the soul of the deceased to another complete body, thus allowing the deceased to be reborn in a new vessel.
However, according to that ancient book, such acts that defy the will of Heaven will also incur divine punishment.
Unlike the ordinary lightning tribulation that occurs when advancing to a higher realm, what he will attract is the Heavenly Dao lightning tribulation.
Can injuries caused by lightning strikes be healed with ordinary treatments?
There wasn't enough time for Ji Mofan to think too much, and the commotion caused by Shuanghuang had gradually been quelled by the disciples of Qianhelou.
The burning trees were all cleared away by the water-elemental cultivators, who were discussing whether to help the boy who had appeared in the suburbs find his parents.
"Frosty Radiance".
Just as Shuanghuang was racking his brains... or perhaps it should be called puppet silk? In short, trying every possible way to buy time, he suddenly heard his little master's voice from behind.
"Little... Brother!" The word "Little Master" almost slipped out, but Shuanghuang awkwardly changed the form of address in Ji Mofan's half-closed eyes.
"Huh? Is this your child?" Upon seeing this, the Qianhelou disciples surrounding Shuanghuang dispersed, watching as little Shuanghuang happily ran over and jumped into Jimo Fan's arms.
"I'm sorry, my child is just being playful and has caused trouble for you immortals," said Ji Mofan.
His clothes had no magical runes, and he deliberately concealed his face in the dim shadows of the night, so the Thousand Crane Tower disciples should not recognize him.
Ji Mofan's cultivation level was higher than everyone else's. As long as he was unwilling to reveal his identity, he could make the other party believe that he was just a mortal who did not know immortal arts.
"It's getting late. Why did you two come to a place so far from Qiuguan City?" A Qianhelou disciple approached Ji Mofan with suspicion. "Didn't you know that Qianhelou has issued a lockdown order for this area?"
"Excuse me, we are just passing through and are on our way south to visit relatives. We are new to this place and are not familiar with the city's rules." Ji Mo Fan lied without hesitation. "If we have offended you, please forgive us, Immortal Master."
"Don't go any further, hurry back." The Thousand Crane Tower disciple clearly didn't intend to make things difficult for them, and waved them away.
"May I ask, Immortal Master, what has happened here?" Ji Mo Fan did not leave, his tone calm as if casually asking the other party, "Why is it sealed off, and why are people not allowed to come and go?"
"Because this land was damaged by lightning, it will harm the bodies of those who enter it." The Qianhelou disciple gave him a rather perfunctory reason, and then waved his hand at him like he was shooing away a fly. "Go back quickly, or the city gates will be locked and you two will have to spend the night outside the city."
Ji Mofan didn't press the matter further. He nodded in acknowledgment and then turned and left with Shuanghuang.
Only when they were about a hundred meters away did Shuanghuang turn its round head to look at Jimo Fan, "Little Master, did you find anything in there?"
Ji Mofan opened his palm and looked at the small piece of charcoal in his hand that had been burned black.
"Can you see anything?" he asked the little puppet, who was perhaps more knowledgeable than himself.
But the latter shook his head blankly, "All I can tell is that this wasn't struck by ordinary lightning, because there's not a trace of lightning element left on it."
Unable to get any answers, Ji Mofan temporarily put the items into his Qiankun bag, planning to continue inquiring about other information the next day.
Reaching into his Qiankun bag, he suddenly noticed the pill cauldron he had forgotten in the corner.
After a moment's thought, Ji Mofan casually took out the alchemy cauldron.
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