Chapter 130 Ji Bai 1 The Qualities of a Good Disciple
One space, two worlds.
Xu Xing leaned against Tuanzi, leisurely fiddling with the puppet he had brought back from Yu Jingzi.
The woman in the golden robe looked at her, then at Kui Yin opposite her. After a long while, she finally couldn't help but ask, "Even if he didn't discover that your soul is still there, are you just going to stand by and watch him use your body to do evil?"
"He's busy looking for dragon scales, and he's probably too excited to bother with my body right now."
Xu Xing didn't even raise his head, seemingly not worried at all about not being able to return to his body.
After a long silence, the woman in the golden robe said in a low voice, "I know you always have many novel ideas, but could you please not risk your life?"
Xu Xing paused, then looked up at her and explained seriously, "I won't gamble with my life. There is only one person in this world who can kill the Demon Lord, and that is my master."
It doesn't matter that Master can't enter the Demon Realm. As a good disciple, of course she should share Master's burdens!
She's going to send Kui Yin to her doorstep!
Seeing that Senior Jinlong's worries had eased somewhat, Xu Xing stopped talking and continued to manipulate the puppet.
Jinlong then noticed that the puppet, which was about the size of a human, was covered with patterns of all sizes. The complexity of the patterns made her dizzy after looking at it for a while.
However, Xu Xing actually replaced the puppet's face with her own? Even the golden eyes were exactly the same!
"Finally done!"
Xu Xing stretched and rummaged through her backpack, pulling out an old robe that was a slightly darker color and that she no longer liked to wear. She put it on the puppet, as she was reluctant to part with the new robe.
Tilting his head, Xu Xing examined the puppet that resembled him closely, feeling that something was missing. He stroked his chin and suddenly realized what it was.
She pushed the puppet forward with two fingers, giving it a somewhat provocative smile, and was finally satisfied.
He used a magic mirror to look at the puppet. As ripples appeared on the mirror, the puppet was covered in spiritual light. In a short while, its wooden skin seemed to melt and turned into a fair complexion. It even felt similar to a real person when touched.
"I've been fiddling with it for days, and I've finally got it working."
As Xu Xing combed the puppet's hair, he muttered to himself, "The beautiful snake mother is really amazing. She can create lifelike puppets with ease. I should have asked her for one..."
Jinlong listened silently as Xu Xing mumbled words she couldn't understand, and hesitated whether she should tell Xu Xing that Shen Du's soul was still in the cave.
But at this juncture, Xu Xing, being confined to the ethereal space, cannot interfere with the outside world and can only hope that Shen Du can protect himself...
Inside the underground cave, swords flashed.
Anyone who witnessed this scene would be astonished; it was a slender man sparring with a small puppet.
The demon general who came to report on the battle situation was stunned for a moment before finally speaking, "My lord, we..."
"roll!"
Feng Zhun was no longer listening to anything. His eyes were filled with bloodlust, and he was eager to kill Shen Du today.
Without uttering a word, the demon general scrambled out and reported the matter to the demon lords.
Feng Zhun stared coldly at the puppet in front of him. How dare Shen Du treat him with such contempt!
Since a demon general has arrived, it means something must have happened at the front lines again. We should finish this quickly.
Feng Zhun forced out a mouthful of blood essence and slowly smeared it on the sword that was radiating a gloomy black aura.
He no longer wanted to play any more games with Shen Du, and the aura of a Nascent Soul cultivator was instantly released without reservation.
Although Shen Du possessed the cultivation of the Nascent Soul stage, he was limited by his puppet body, and his current strength was only equivalent to the Golden Core stage. He was not flustered and swung his sword to deal with the situation.
However, the overwhelming difference in their cultivation levels caused him to retreat steadily, eventually being forced against the cave wall.
Feng Zhun sneered, "Before you die, you should remember that you will never be as good as me!"
With a fierce slash, the Xuan Yue Sword, unable to bear the weight, bent into an extreme arc.
"Zheng—"
Half of the pitch-black sword flew out and slammed heavily into the ground.
Just as Feng Zhun's lips curled into a disdainful smile, he saw a chill suddenly emanate from the broken part of the Xuan Yue Sword. In the blink of an eye, the remaining blade was encased in ice, transforming into an ice sword.
Chen Du flicked his sword downwards, sending a beam of light towards the shattered Soul Gathering Array.
The next moment, countless intricate runes suddenly lit up, forming a complete magic circle.
Sensing his spiritual energy rapidly depleting, Feng Zhun frowned and looked around. Something was wrong! This formation was clearly not a soul-gathering formation!
When exactly did Chen Du start his scheme?!
Seizing the moment when Feng Zhun was stunned, Chen Du flicked his wrist, thrusting his sword horizontally. At the same time, he used the momentum to leap into the air, breaking free from Feng Zhun's suppression.
The Spirit-Severing Array is now complete, and they can no longer use spiritual power; they can only fight with swordsmanship.
Didn't you want to see how good the swordsmanship his master taught him was?
As Chen Du swept his icy longsword across the ground, his figure moved with lightning speed, unleashing a barrage of chilling sword moves that swept across the land, the cold sword energy interspersed with pure golden sword light.
His heart skipped a beat, and Feng Zhun hurriedly retreated, but there was nowhere to hide in the small cave space, so he had no choice but to face the continuous onslaught of sword energy.
Maybe it's only half an hour, maybe even less.
Feng Zhun's pupils constricted as he looked incredulously at the incredibly small puppet in front of him, a cold, long sword pressed against his neck.
He lost?
How is that possible?
Enveloped in chilling sword energy, the small puppet now appeared to possess an incredibly imposing aura, even surpassing Feng Zhun in power.
"This is the sword technique taught by my master. You have seen it."
A deathly silence.
With a slight exertion, the half-black, half-white sword was instantly stained with Feng Zhun's hot blood. Without hesitation, he put several binding magic artifacts on Feng Zhun's limbs before putting away the Xuan Yue Sword.
Although the sword energy given by his master temporarily restored it, the Xuan Yue Sword, which had been completely broken, could never return to its former state.
The spirit sword, a gift from Feng Zhun, was ultimately broken in his hands.
Just like the master-disciple relationship that ultimately failed to materialize back then.
Seeing that Shen Du picked up the broken sword tip from the ground and carefully put it away, Feng Zhun, who had become a prisoner, thought that this action was a deliberate mockery and immediately retorted with sarcasm.
"What? Your good master didn't even give you a decent sword? How pathetic."
He paused, then suddenly remembered Xu Xing.
If my junior sister were here, she would definitely say—
"Thank you, Senior Feng Zhun! If you hadn't refused to accept my senior brother as a disciple back then, he wouldn't be able to become a disciple of our current master! It's all thanks to you!"
Thinking that his junior sister would deliberately use her quirky tone to annoy Feng Zhun, Chen Du couldn't help but smile slightly. Although he couldn't learn his junior sister's tone, as a disciple, he naturally had to protect his master's reputation.
The little puppet's crystal-clear eyes flashed with a faint blue light. He spoke slowly and deliberately, "Thank you for not taking me in back then, Senior Feng."
Shen Du's tone was clearly calm and even, but Feng Zhun was struck dumb. He stared intently at the puppet body, a trickle of blood slowly seeping from his lips, "You..."
At this moment, his father's words from years ago echoed in his ears once again, like an inescapable curse.
"...You are far inferior to him."
The Demon Army Camp.
"A sword fight with a puppet?"
After listening to the Demon General's report, Xiao Mu frowned and slammed his hand on the table. "What is Feng Zhun doing? Does he still have the mind to play games at a time like this?"
Yuan Li, sitting at the lowest seat, had a slight twitch in his eyes but didn't speak. Then he heard another demon lord ask, "So, should we still send out troops today?"
"Of course we have to go! Otherwise, wouldn't those spiritual practitioners think we're afraid!"
Another demon lord spoke loudly, "His Majesty has already seized that female cultivator's body and will soon be able to rule the world. At this crucial moment, we absolutely cannot be inferior to them in terms of momentum!"
Yuan Li rolled her eyes, scoffing inwardly. Send troops? To deliver contribution points to the spiritual cultivators?
Although she secretly cooperated with Xu Xing, she was unwilling to suffer too many losses of the demon soldiers she had taken in, so she had managed to evade her requests to send more men several times during this period.
However, after suffering consecutive defeats and still unable to leave the Demon Realm, Xiao Mu was clearly getting anxious. He gave Yuan Li, who was obviously uninvolved, a cold look.
"Demon Lord Yuan, what do you think?"
This means we're going to have her do the work.
Yuan Li smiled insincerely and said, "In my opinion, it would be better to wait until Your Excellency's strength is restored before engaging in a decisive battle with the spiritual cultivators."
She sighed, her tone regretful, "It's not that I deserted the battlefield, but as everyone has seen, we have suffered a crushing defeat in these battles, with heavy losses among our demon soldiers. Although my cultivation is not as high as that of the three demon lords, I still feel sorry for my soldiers who have lost their lives in vain."
Upon hearing this, all the other demon generals under the Demon Lord glanced over subtly.
Yes, it's true that they are willing to risk their lives for the Demon Lord, but now facing the spiritual cultivators is clearly just a pointless death.
In this situation, who wouldn't have their own ulterior motives?
Many of the demon generals present were startled. The Demon Lord Yuan cherished his subordinates so much, unlike other demon lords who would stop at nothing to achieve their goals.
It's unclear whether Xiao Mu also realized that the demon soldiers had suffered too many losses recently. He stared at Yuan Li for a couple of moments and actually ordered a temporary ceasefire.
The demonic cultivators temporarily halted their offensive, but the spiritual cultivators became somewhat anxious.
"That's strange. Usually by this time, the demons would have already gathered their beasts and attacked. Why haven't they made a move yet, so late tonight?"
Inside the Immortal Alliance camp, cultivators eager to accumulate contribution points waited anxiously, but the demons on the other side of the battle line made no move.
A cultivator who had been gathering information came over and said, "There isn't a single demonic figure ahead. We can't fight today."
"What? I've used up all my contribution points, I was just waiting to use them today!"
"Who isn't? What are we going to do?"
"If they don't come out, then..."
"Let's attack!"
"..."
The Immortal Alliance cultivators stared in disbelief as a group of cultivators, all desperate to rack up contribution points, charged ahead, howling and screaming.
It took one of the cultivators a while to come to his senses. "Aren't we going to stop it? Won't something bad happen?"
"No need. These demonic beasts and demonic soldiers are nothing but a rabble. The most important thing is that person. As long as he's not around, these demons won't be able to cause any trouble."
The Immortal Alliance naturally had people planted within the Demon Clan and had already received news that the Demon Lord had been resurrected.
"With the Demon Lord's emergence, we can only entrust this to the powerful beings; we are no match for the Demon Lord."
"But now the demons are suffering defeat after defeat. Since the Demon Lord has been resurrected, why hasn't he come out yet? If this continues, these cultivators who are scrambling to farm contribution points will eventually march on the Demon Lord's camp."
"Bang--"
A figure descended from the sky.
The cultivators from the Immortal Alliance who were chatting were startled and rushed forward to check. When they saw the face of the man in black, they were shocked.
"Isn't this the fallen demon Fengzhun from the Jade Cloud Sect?"
"Quick! Go get help!"
...
The demons never expected that when they wanted a truce, the spiritual cultivators would take the initiative to attack them!
Seeing that the spiritual cultivator was pressing harder and harder, the morale of the demon race was greatly reduced, and even Xiao Mu, who was loyal to the Demon Lord, became a little impatient.
Xiao Mu finally managed to get an audience with Kui Yin.
"Your Majesty! The situation is dire. Perhaps we should retreat for now, so we can gather our strength to find the last dragon scale for you, and then..."
"You want to publicize this matter widely?" Kui Yin glanced at him, his golden eyes flashing coldly.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me! That's not what I meant! It's just..."
"Alright!" Kui Yin interrupted him impatiently. "Just do your job. I have my own plans for Long Lin."
Xiao Mu didn't dare to say anything more and left with his head down.
Kui Yin's mood was not good. He really needed to hurry, otherwise, once the demon race was wiped out by the spiritual cultivators, even if he achieved the body of a true dragon, he would have no demons to use.
He clearly sensed some kind of pull in the space he was in, which meant that the dragon scale was very likely right next to him, or even in the space itself!
But even after searching every corner of the space, he couldn't find a single clue...
No, there must be some missing.
Kui Yin closed his eyes and let his consciousness sink into the space. This time, he actually saw "Xu Xing"!
How is that possible? Wasn't she dead? How can she still have a remnant soul?
On the other side of the invisible barrier, Xu Xing watched with satisfaction as Kui Yin was captivated by the puppet. "Senior Golden Dragon, didn't you say that in the Void Spirit Space, I am a god?"
Let's verify that.
On the island, the great array, which had been empty since its completion, suddenly emitted a bright light, and the resulting tremor caused waves to rise in the surrounding seawater.
The little starfish that was playing nearby was startled. It crawled to the edge of the magic circle and peered down.
Huh? There are two older sisters inside who can make delicious sugar pills!
On the island's big tree, Fu Shuang, lying quietly on a branch, listened intently for a moment.
It's finally here.
A white ribbon fluttered up, and Fu Shuang leaped down, instantly disappearing into the magic circle.
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Author's Note: I lost the manuscript [crying] I rewrote this chapter, but it doesn't feel as smooth as the first time [crying] I originally wrote the senior brother to be quite handsome (in my opinion), although with a little puppet body, he doesn't seem to be that handsome, lol (runs away with head in hands)
Thank you 44201549, Sleep a Little Longer, Changchun, Rabbit Demon Osmanthus Cake, Changchun, Happy Meow, and No Flavor for the nutrient solution! [Please!]
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