Since the little girl started to brighten up a bit, her mind seems to be endlessly curious. She wondered aloud,
"And this is precisely why the Lingyin Sect, despite possessing a large amount of secret techniques from the Ten Thousand Puppet Sect, has delayed in crafting Second Tier Puppets. Could it be that Master will craft a puppet core? The core of Qingzhi can only support puppets up to the Foundation Establishment Middle Period..."
In fact,
this is also something that troubles Chen Ye.
He obtained two puppet cores from a cultivator of the Ten Thousand Puppet Sect.
One was a defective Second Tier core, which he used to craft Qingzhi; the other is a Bronze Warrior Puppet, still inside his Storage Bag.
However, both cores are merely Lower Grade Second Tier, unable to support powerful puppets.
Therefore,
even with a remnant Nascent Soul, Chen Ye is uncertain how strong the final crafted puppet will be.
But,
he surely cannot use a dignified Nascent Soul remnant to craft an ordinary puppet, right... That would be too wasteful.
Chen Ye ruffled the little girl’s hair:
"One must always have a goal... When it’s time to craft the puppet, Qing Jun should be awakened too. With Qing Jun and your Spiritual Fire, it might not necessarily fail."
Senior Sister Qing Jun?
What does this have to do with Senior Sister...
Seeing Jin’er puzzled again, Chen Ye chuckled mischievously: "Of course, it’s to use Qing Jun to craft the puppet."
Jin’er pouted, thinking her master is teasing her like a three-year-old child.
How could they possibly use Senior Sister Qing Jun as material...
What Jin’er doesn’t know is,
Chen Ye is not teasing her.
Qing Jun is the legendary True Dragon!
In the past, before Qing Jun’s bloodline had revived, its utility was naturally small.
But now that her dragon horns and dragon tail have grown, her body exhibits the wonders of a True Dragon!
Therefore, her entire being is a treasure now!
Of course,
it’s not about cooking Qing Jun.
Just some dragon blood from Qing Jun, or some discarded old scales, can give the puppet a touch of True Dragon aura!
"Qing Jun is like our Cangli Courtyard’s golden goose..."
Chen Ye mused inwardly.
As the master and disciple chatted idly.
"Someone’s coming."
Chen Ye’s expression stirred slightly, setting aside the tea cup, his gaze directed towards the courtyard entrance.
Jin’er, with sharp ears, heard the words and hurried off with a few spirit ores, bidding farewell to Master, dashing towards Zhiwei’s room.
Though she’s become more cheerful, she still doesn’t wish to meet anyone other than her master.
Chen Ye didn’t stop Jin’er either.
The one coming isn’t a benevolent soul...
In moments,
a somewhat heavy footstep paused at the gate of Cangli Courtyard.
The person pushed the courtyard gate open and walked in silently.
It was Zhao Shan.
Just one day not seeing, this Peak Master of Spirit Snake Peak seemed to have aged ten years.
His eyes were sunken, stubble disheveled, cradling a long, black wooden box, looking extremely haggard.
Presumably, he struggled the entire night before deciding to come to Cangli Courtyard.
"Peak Master Zhao is indeed punctual."
Chen Ye sat next to the stone table, too lazy to stand and greet, merely glanced at him,
"I thought Peak Master Zhao might choose so-called dignity and rather be the one-armed hero forever."
The fact he would assist Zhao Shan in attaching an arm did not mean being courteous and polite.
The reason Chen Ye was willing to attach the arm.
Was not due to kindness.
But because,
There were too many sect cultivators gossiping behind his back, thinking he relied on Bai Susu and was truly a kept man!
If they truly cemented this impression,
His disciple at Baopu Peak would receive curious looks from fellow sect members.
And himself, would gain needless trouble out of nowhere.
Therefore,
Chen Ye decided to simply attach Zhao Shan’s arm, and have a rightful duel with him.
Zhao Shan being the Peak Master of Spirit Snake Peak, with Sixth-Layer Foundation Establishment cultivation, is no pushover.
On the contrary, he holds a certain position within the sect, with notable battle achievements.
If he defeated Zhao Shan openly, who would dare say Chen Ye is a kept man in the future?
Chen Ye’s somewhat mocking words caused Zhao Shan’s rigid cheek muscles to twitch fiercely.
Yet he did not erupt.
Or rather, he no longer had the capital to erupt.
"Cut the crap."
Zhao Shan’s voice was hoarse, stepping up to the stone table, placing the wooden box heavily on the table,
"Chen Ye, I’m here. The arm is here. If you can’t attach it, or dare to trick me... even at the cost of punishment from the Law Enforcement Hall, I will make you pay!"
"Trick you?"
Chen Ye chuckled lightly, placing his hand on the wooden box, his fingers gently flicking.
Click.
The wooden box opened.
The nauseating stench mixed with a sharp, icy aura swept forth.
Inside the box lay the severed arm.
Although this box was crafted from high-quality Second Tier Spirit Wood.
Normally capable of preserving the severed arm for years without decay.
But now, being corroded by Bai Susu’s Myriad Phenomenon Sword Intent, the arm had already turned a dull gray, dead hue.
The flesh at the cut had long been necrotic, with faintly visible wisps of sword gleams traversing within, like a stubborn affliction.
"True Inheritor Bai’s Sword Intent is truly domineering."
Chen Ye commented, pressing two fingers onto the severed arm, then glanced at Zhao Shan’s still unhealed shoulder wound,
"Meridians utterly destroyed, Sword Intent penetrating marrow... No wonder Tianhua Peak said they couldn’t reattach it."
Hearing Chen Ye’s words, Zhao Shan’s heart sank to the bottom, his complexion turning more unsightly, his fists clenching involuntarily:
"If you... If even you have no solution, just say so directly! Why humiliate me!"
"Who said I have no solution?"
Chen Ye tilted his gaze up, giving him a glance,
"They couldn’t reattach it because they wanted to revive the arm, to pacify the Sword Intent with gentle means. But I am different... I intend to kill the thing within the wound, then forcibly make it grow back."