"Indeed... Refining the remnants of a soul is simple, but imprinting the Divine Sense into a corpse is quite difficult."
Chen Ye mused.
This time, his refining was far more meticulous than when he crafted the Ten Thousand Puppet Sect disciple.
When refining the Ten Thousand Puppet Sect disciple, he only intended to extract information and practice the Hundred Refining Technique, without imprinting any Divine Sense.
Disappeared for a day and a night, no wonder the little girl was worried.
Usually when Chen Ye secluded himself, he would notify them in advance, but this time, he vanished without notice.
"Qing Jun, I made you worry."
Chen Ye sighed, holding the little bundle in his arms a bit tighter.
Yet in his heart, there was something peculiar.
It seemed his disciple had quite a strong desire for control.
He was gone for merely a day and a night, and she was this anxious, searching all over?
Forget it, after all, his disciple was just worried about him out of good intentions.
He patted her on the back, then curiously asked, "But Qing Jun, how did you find this place? I remember setting up a Blinding Technique at this cave entrance."
"Hmph, did you think that amateur Array would fool Qing Jun?"
Qing Jun, upon hearing this, immediately regained a touch of smugness on her little face. She wriggled out from Chen Ye’s embrace, and like she was showing off a treasure, took out from her small bag a... fluffy, snow-white fox?
"Look!"
Qing Jun held the little fox, still soundly asleep, up to Chen Ye with a proud expression,
"I found it in the valley, and named it Xiaobai! It’s amazing, its nose is even more sensitive than Yuanyuan’s! It tracked your scent, Master, and brought me here!"
The little fox was held by the disciple, sleeping sweetly, occasionally smacking its lips.
"A fox?"
Chen Ye’s curiosity was piqued; the fox’s fur looked soft and smooth, tiny and adorable, full of Spiritual Qi.
Could it be, some kind of Spirit Beast?
He extended his hand, wanting to pet the little fox, but Qing Jun dodged away immediately.
"No touching!"
The little girl, like a hen guarding its chicks, held the fox named Xiaobai tightly, watching him warily,
"This is mine! Master, you can’t take it!"
"Master just wants to pet..." Chen Ye’s old face darkened, what a selfish little girl!
"Even so, no touching! Xiaobai is a female fox, males and females shouldn’t touch!"
Qing Jun furrowed her soft eyebrows, suspiciously looking at her Master,
"Master, why are you so eager to touch a female fox!! Could it be..."
"Alright, alright, stop talking, stop talking."
Chen Ye quickly covered the little girl’s chattering mouth, afraid she might utter something astonishing.
However, this fox’s aura is pure, clearly a Spirit Beast.
And Spirit Beasts are often pure-hearted, friendly towards people, staying by Qing Jun’s side, should pose no risk.
Perhaps... it was also attracted by Qing Jun’s True Dragon Bloodline?
Now Qing Jun is not the same as before, her bloodline further awakened, being able to attract Spirit Beasts is reasonable.
The little girl was very displeased.
Master, always covering her mouth!
That means... Master felt guilty!
Thinking so, Qing Jun secretly tucked the little fox back into her small bag — as for why not the Storage Bag, it’s because Low Tier Storage Bags can’t hold living things.
Chen Ye didn’t notice Qing Jun’s little actions, and his gaze returned to the Iron-Horned Demon Bull, still enveloped in golden light.
Threads of intricate golden runes emerged from beneath the Corpse Puppet’s hide, eventually imprinting fully onto its bones!
"Sizzle sizzle..."
The familiar sound of oil splattering into water continued.
The Iron-Horned Demon Bull’s rough black fur was gradually shedding, replaced by a scale-like keratin layer.
Its ghostly blue eyes now had a restrained gleam, lively like a living entity.
"Just this bit of blood, could cause such a metamorphosis?"
Chen Ye was somewhat stunned, tentatively commanding the Iron-Horned Demon Bull.
He found that the Puppet’s intelligence had clearly improved.
It was as if Qing Jun’s blood brought new life to this Puppet.
A sliver of consciousness belonging to a sentient being was even being born within it.
"Roar!"
The Iron-Horned Demon Bull let out a bellow, lowering its head, and rubbed against Qing Jun’s leg.
"Wow! Master, look! It...it seems to really like me!"
Qing Jun watched the now more formidable, yet more beautiful big bull before her, forgetting her fear, she reached out a little hand, curiously touching those arc-flashing horns.
Chen Ye watching this scene felt both amused and helpless.
All his efforts for a day and night, between blood and Divine Sense, and still, they couldn’t compare to a few drops of his disciple’s blood?
"Oh well..."
Chen Ye shook his head, showing a relieved smile.
He climbed back onto the bull’s back, with a thought, he issued the command to the newly transformed Iron-Horned Demon Bull:
"Rise!"
This time, the Iron-Horned Demon Bull didn’t awkwardly kneel as before.
It let out a skyward roar, kicked its four hooves, and like a black lightning bolt, carrying Chen Ye, started a stable yet powerful run within the cave!
"Hahaha! Wonderful!"
Chen Ye felt the wind howling past his ears and the vigorous movements of the steed beneath him, reaching out, he scooped the little disciple up, placing her in front of him.
"Qing Jun, hold on tight!"
"Ah!"
The little girl was frightened, her face scrunching up like a bun, terrified, she clung tightly to the bull’s horns,
"Master, let me down! I don’t want to ride the bull!"
This girl, always timid as a mouse...