Chapter 488: Chapter 486: The Second Nascent Soul (Congratulations to Alliance Head Xiao Qiushui_1)
"Sir, do you really intend to be an enemy of the Immortal Bewitching Sect?"
Fan Yin’s face also turned cold.
"It is not I, Lord Tiankui, who desires enmity with the Immortal Bewitching Sect, but you people have gone too far! Promising compensation and then reneging."
Fang Xi’s Divine Consciousness swept over the area and confirmed that there was only this single Nascent Soul Cultivator from the Immortal Bewitching Sect. He snorted coldly and tossed out a Storage Bag.
A flash of light!
Several figures emerged.
First to appear were six or seven Core Formation Stage Puppets, from beast shapes to human figures, engraved with numerous Spirit Marks that shimmered brightly.
Then Fang Xi slapped the Storage Bag again, and another terrifying Puppet flew out. This Puppet, with an eagle’s head, a humanoid body, and a pair of wings on its back, its right arm shaped like a bird’s claw, was impressively a fourth-rank lower-grade Puppet!
This was also the only traditional Puppet of pure Cultivation lineage in Fang Xi’s hands!
"Puppet skill!"
Fan Yin cried out in shock, "You’re actually a Puppet Master?!"
Puppet Mastery was quite a niche in the Cultivation World, but that’s exactly why many Cultivators wouldn’t dare to provoke a high-ranking Puppet Master, for fear of the unknown number of high-ranking Puppets they might control—perhaps enough to contend against an entire Sect!
For example, this "Lord Tiankui" had a fourth-rank Puppet at hand, and together with the several almost Core Formation-level high-ranking Puppets, his high-end strength was already not much inferior to that of the Immortal Bewitching Sect!
Worm cultivators were reluctant to face Puppet Masters because Puppets were inanimate objects, many of their worms were utterly ineffective against them!
"I heard that the ’Immortal Bewitching Sect’s’ worm skills were unmatched in the Western Desert; I’m looking forward to experiencing them for myself."
Fang Xi laughed heartily as the thoughts in his Divine Consciousness quickly operated within the Puppet.
The eagle-headed humanoid Puppet flapped its wings, and runes emerged upon them, interconnecting to form various Prohibitions.
Whoosh whoosh!
A fierce wind howled, and the sky within a ten-mile radius roared tumultuously.
The terrifying Nascent Soul-stage Magic Power rippled, causing all the Core Formation Cultivators below to change color!
Roar roar!
A Core Formation Puppet charged forward.
This Puppet was avian-shaped, incredibly fast in flight, like a golden yellow streak of light. It circled around Fan Yin and spat out a golden spike from its beak!
The other Core Formation Puppets either shot out beams of various colored light from their mouths or hurled gleaming iron spears... in an instant, multi-colored lights nearly enveloped Fan Yin.
Fan Yin snorted coldly and flicked the Hundred Poison God Destruction Flag in his hand.
A five-colored glow unfolded, and the colorful attacks that entered it seemed to be directly dissolved!
Moreover, inside that glow, phantoms of centipedes, toads, spiders, and other poisonous creatures hissed and emerged, suddenly merging into a giant green scorpion. This scorpion was a hundred zhang in size, thrashing wildly with its claws, its tail flailing like a steel whip. The sting at the end of the tail was bright red, clearly carrying some formidable venom!
Fang Xi’s expression remained unchanged. After all, even if there were many Core Formation Puppets, they only served a distracting role in a battle between Nascent Souls.
He formed hand seals and began to control the eagle-headed humanoid Puppet.
The Silver Armored Puppet flapped its wings, and the countless whirlwinds roared, turning into tornadoes that stormed towards the green scorpion.
At the same time, its left arm shone intensely, and a silver long spear appeared, engraved with densely packed runes and bursting with astonishing Spiritual Light.
Whoosh!
The eagle-headed humanoid Puppet threw the silver spear forcefully. Carrying wind and thunder, it instantly arrived in front of the green scorpion.
A layer of five-colored radiance emerged, clashing with the silver wind and thunder, fiercely depleting it.
"Quickly!"
Fan Yin, within the green jade scorpion, saw this scene and a cold light flashed in his eyes as his finger seals suddenly changed.
Puff!
The green jade scorpion’s tail rose high and lashed out suddenly!
Whoosh!
The bright red sting shot out instantly, rocketing towards Fang Xi himself.
Carrying a stench of blood, the oversized sting—almost the size of an arrow—approached rapidly.
Fang Xi’s expression didn’t change as the eagle-headed humanoid Puppet’s wings flashed, placing itself in front of him.
The crimson needle penetrated through the circle of silver Spiritual Power light shield generated by the Puppet and hit its Silver Armor on the chest. Although its speed slowed considerably, it still penetrated halfway through!
The Puppet grabbed the tail of the crimson needle with its left hand and slowly pulled it out.
On the Puppet’s chest, a pitch-black hole emerged, its intricacies filled with dense Spirit Marks.
Fan Yin saw this and a flicker of something strange flashed in his eyes.
Behind Fang Xi, a streak of golden light passed by.
Within the golden light, a golden little figure appeared, bearing a striking resemblance to Fan Yin, holding a yellow jade pendant in hand—Fan Yin’s second Nascent Soul!
This Nascent Soul wasted no time and threw the jade pendant directly.
The pendant had a twin-headed Alien beast engraved on it, which now emerged as a phantom, spewing out venomous fire from its mouth.
The defensive light around Fang Xi struggled under the assault of this venomous fire, seemingly becoming unstable.
The golden figure teleported once more, arriving behind Fang Xi, and curling its small hands into a fist, it lightly struck.
Crack!
The Spiritual Light behind Fang Xi instantly shattered.
As the little figure moved to advance once again, a shadow dropped from the sky above.
It was the Iron Wing Eagle’s wooden Puppet!
This Puppet morphed into a humanoid form, with the stern face of a man with a hooked nose; its hands transformed into pitch-black bird claws as it reached out. Suddenly, six intersecting black blades appeared in the Void!
The golden figure, seeing this, could only cry out in frustration before retreating helplessly.
With another instant shift, she arrived beside Fan Yin and was swept away with a flick of his sleeve.
"A second Nascent Soul?!"
Fang Xi, looking at Fan Yin with a voice tinged with gravity, said, "Sir, you’ve actually refined a heaven-grade Golden Silkworm worm into a second Nascent Soul! I’ve heard that such high-ranked worms have many wonderful uses when transformed into a second Nascent Soul."
"Sir has also hidden deep, to actually possess a fourth-stage puppet."
Fan Yin’s expression was equally grave: "You seem to know quite a lot about us worm cultivators..."
After pondering for a moment, she suddenly retracted the Hundred Poison God Destruction Flag, her face breaking into a smile: "We have no deep enmity with each other, why should we fight to the death? This ’Five Fire Worm’, my Immortal Bewitching Sect will gift it to you, sir..."
Among the Nascent Soul cultivators, unless one really had a vendetta deep as the ocean, they would not easily engage in life and death struggles.
Fan Yin’s previous combat with Fang Xi was more about testing each other’s magic power and divine skills, with the intention of stopping at the first sign of defeat.
Recently, having discovered that Fang Xi possessed two fourth-stage puppets, which were very difficult to defeat, Fan Yin naturally chose reconciliation.
Compared to offending a Nascent Soul elder, the Five Fire Worm, precious as it was, wasn’t worth much anymore.
"If that is so, thanks much, sir."
Fang Xi took the opening to gracefully accept, though he could bring out Feng Shisan or Elder Qing to directly eliminate this Supreme Elder of the Immortal Bewitching Sect, that would be too showy.
Moreover, it brought no benefits.
"The Five Fire Worm is in our Hundred Refining Cave, please follow me there..."
Fan Yin nodded slightly and floated back to the Immortal Bewitching Sect.
Fang Xi recalled his puppets and, riding a beam of blue light, followed behind her.
In reality, that chaotic defense of flickering spiritual light was also intentional on his part.
Otherwise, with the resilience of the now further enhanced ’Taiyi Green Wood Divine Light’, even allowing that woman to attack for several hours might not cause a single disruption...
Fan Yin, unaware of the inner workings, was surprised to see Fang Xi daring to enter the sect on his own, thinking, ’This person dares to enter our Great Array, he must have something to rely on!’
The two Nascent Soul cultivators landed within the Immortal Bewitching Sect and were greeted by several beams of light, each containing a Core Formation cultivator.
These Core Formation cultivators had tattoos of five poisons, wore indigo short robes and blue trousers, with their hair wrapped in black bandanas, looking somewhat exotic.
An elder with a vivid red toad tattooed on his face said, "Supreme Elder, this is..."
"This is ’Lord Tiankui’, whom I’ve come to know through battle, and can be considered a friend of mine,"
Fan Yin said with a smiling face.
Fang Xi did not deny it, and the Core Formation cultivators did not dare to say more; they directly bowed and addressed him as ’Master Uncle’.
In the Cultivation World, a difference of one major realm was as if separated by a gulf.
Additionally, every cultivator who managed to reach the Core Formation Stage was exceptionally sharp. Even though they witnessed the previous battle between the Supreme Elder of their sect and Fang Xi, they acted as if they were blind to it now.
"Sir, please!"
Fan Yin led Fang Xi to a black cave.
Cold winds blew from inside the cave, where above, the three characters ’Hundred Refining Cave’ were written in crimson text.
As Fang Xi walked inside, he realized the cave went straight through the heart of the mountain, which seemed to have been hollowed out like a honeycomb with its intricate structure.
At the end of nearly every branching path was a worm-refining chamber, where occasionally disciples of the Immortal Bewitching Sect could be seen taking out worms or putting in large amounts of toxic substances.
"What does sir think of this place?"
Fan Yin walked ahead, smilingly asking.
"Using the terrain to form arrays... this Hundred Refining Cave is itself a massive array, just more inclined towards worm-refining."
Fang Xi replied calmly.
’Sure enough, this person is an expert in arrays...’ Fan Yin thought, feeling all the more fortunate for not using the Great Array to keep Lord Tiankui back.
The two delved deeper, quickly reaching the heart of the mountain.
"This place is a forbidden area of our sect that even some Core Formation elders cannot enter."
Fan Yin led Fang Xi to a cave and produced a dark green token, shaking it slightly at the prohibition: "Open!"
The heavy prohibition opened, revealing a simple stone door.
"The Five Fire Worm is inside. Although this worm is only ’earth’-grade, if nurtured with various rare and unusual Spiritual Flames, it has a great chance of reaching ’heaven’ grade."
Fan Yin made a hand gesture, casting a magic power onto the stone door.
The surface of the stone door flashed with black light and opened boisterously.
Clearly, beyond the external layer of prohibition, there was another layer of hidden prohibition on the stone door.
If forcefully attacked, one would surely be repelled.
Creak!
As the stone door opened, a frosty chill spilled out.
Looking in, Fang Xi saw an Ice Cave.
Inside the cave was a stone table, and a palm-sized white toad lay weakly atop it.
"I will remove the seal on this worm. Once I do, sir, you can then refine it with your magic power."
Fan Yin softly explained a few key points about refining the Five Fire Worm and then flicked her sleeve.
The surrounding ice quickly melted.
Drip-drop! Drip-drop!
Amidst the dripping water, the white toad on the stone table suddenly opened its eyes, revealing a pair of blood-red orbs, and bellowed like a bell: "Croak!"