Back when Mo Jiu had tried to corrupt the immortal sword with ancient demon blood, he’d captured three people.
Besides Mo Jiu himself, there were two others: a fat man named Pang Hu and a thin one called Shou Hou.
Now, Han Luo arrived at the sealed realm where Pang Hu and Shou Hou were being held.
The moment he entered, Pang Hu burst into tears.
"Big brother, I was wrong! I shouldn’t have caused trouble in Luoxian Sect—I was tricked by that bas...
"Wow... this feels amazing!"
At Luoxian Mountain, Pang Hu swung his arms, marveling at how much stronger he felt—many times more powerful than before.
"It really is incredible," Shou Hou agreed, running his hands over his new body. Though they were no longer human, the sensation was still novel and thrilling.
"Boss, now that we’re puppets... does this mean we’re essentially immortal?" Pang Hu asked excitedly, showing no discomfort—if anything, he seemed even m...
2025-06-12 17:00:09 +0000 UTC View Post"You want me to tell you? Fine... but first—go die! Hahaha!"
Mo Jiu had returned to his arrogant self.
He was a demon—how could he possibly bow to a mere human cultivator? What a joke. Even if his main body had abandoned him, so what? He was Mo Jiu, son of the Demon Emperor—how could someone like Han Luo ever desecrate his dignity?
Yet Han Luo wasn’t surprised.
He’d already anticipated every possible scenario, and Mo Jiu trying to act tough was just one of t...
In the days that followed, Han Luo shifted constantly between tension and busy work.
He completed the upgrades for all Twelve Divine Generals.
As expected, each of them now possessed the ability to transform.
But since they were about to venture out into the world, he had to ensure they were equipped with proper trump cards. After all, these Twelve Divine Generals were like his children—when sending them out, one couldn’t possibly let them go empty-handed.
S...
2025-06-11 18:43:09 +0000 UTC View PostUpgrading the puppets was inevitable.
The current Twelve Divine Generals only possessed strength at the early Foundation Establishment stage. This was sufficient for dealing with cultivators from Changshou Sect and Green Willow Sect—but when facing stronger opponents, they would quickly be exposed and beaten down.
Yet Han Luo needed them to do much more: test new divine abilities, gather intelligence, run errands, and perform various other tasks. Given their importance, h...
2025-06-10 16:30:03 +0000 UTC View PostHei Feng looked thoroughly disgruntled.
"I can't even celebrate a little? Do you have to be this uptight?"
Han Luo glanced at him.
"Rule number one: once we’re outside, don’t tell anyone you know me."
Hei Feng was speechless.
"Come on, Han Luo! That’s not fair! I gave you my immortal iron, my feathers, you even saw me stark naked—and now you treat me like this? What about friendship? What about brotherhood? What about—wait, wait, no need to pull out a kni...
"Before I even get a chance to strut around, some big-shot will probably pop out of nowhere, kill me, and snatch away my immortal iron puppet. You're not helping me—you're digging my grave!"
It was obvious: Hei Feng was just spewing nonsense. Not a single word could be trusted.
“Come on now, kid, don’t be so pessimistic. Try to be a little more optimistic, will you?” Hei Feng launched into his usual sales pitch. “What if a big-shot takes a liking to you and accept...
2025-06-09 19:06:24 +0000 UTC View PostHan Luo’s colorless spiritual energy could mimic any attribute—including yin energy—so moving the Underworld Trees into the Mirror World was no problem.
After a careful selection process, he transplanted every suitable tree into the Mirror World. Those that couldn’t be moved would be partly used for puppet crafting, with the remaining materials sent to Senior Sister Lou on behalf of the sect.
Watching how Qingfeng Envoy had handled Changshou Ghost had further reinfo...
2025-06-08 17:48:52 +0000 UTC View PostFirst, Magistrate Qingfeng truly presented an opportunity for Jiu Li’er. To enter the Imperial Capital for further study was a qualitative leap for cultivators who relied on secondary paths—like array masters, alchemists, or puppet refiners.
If not for the fact that the waters in the Imperial Capital were treacherous and unpredictable—where one rogue wave could drown you—Han Luo himself would’ve long since rushed there for training.
Second, his own progress in the Da...
2025-06-08 11:44:17 +0000 UTC View PostThe sun shone brightly, life was in full bloom.
By Yiren Lake within Luoxian Sect, a gentle breeze rippled across the water, casting shimmering reflections that lent the scene a rare tranquility.
A young girl with flushed cheeks approached cautiously, her heart pounding like a frightened fawn. She had come without makeup, looking pure and earnest, her eyes fixed on the lone figure fishing ahead.
Taking a deep breath as if summoning all her courage, she stepped forward...
2025-06-07 17:54:57 +0000 UTC View Post"I wouldn't dare, Honored Magistrate—please calm your anger," the old ghost of Changshou Sect quickly bowed, even though resentment burned in his heart. But what choice did he have? This was an imperial official. If he dared to strike Qingfeng, the punishment would be a living hell.
"Your name is Jiu Li'er, correct?" Qingfeng now turned to her. "Do not be afraid. If you truly possess the skill to deploy a Tier 3 Spatial Shift Array, then you are a rare talent—and the Empire p...
2025-06-06 16:51:56 +0000 UTC View PostPlan B was activated.
The Twelve Divine Generals split into two teams, six members each, and moved to sabotage two of the Changshou Sect’s ore veins.
The veins were lightly guarded, as most of Changshou Sect’s forces were still attacking Luoxian Sect’s forest veins.
When the Divine Generals struck, the defenders barely stood a chance. Like wolves among sheep, the generals snatched what little spirit iron they could and planted explosive talismans to utterly destroy bo...
Amid the vast mountain range, one peak stood out sharply—steep and jutting like a blade. Wei Yang stood upon this distinct summit.
This location, chosen with precise calculations, marked the optimal convergence point of the Changshou Sect’s four forest veins. From here, he could use a sound transmission stone to connect with all four forest areas simultaneously—without alerting anyone.
At that moment, with one hand holding the transmission stone and the other clasped ...
2025-06-05 16:00:15 +0000 UTC View PostHei Feng had once suffered a grievous injury, so severe it nearly cost him his life. If he hadn’t stumbled upon this ten-thousand-year-old Nether Tree at his lowest point, he’d already be dead.
Yet even with the tree’s help, he couldn’t fully recover. His foundation had been damaged, his cultivation path severed. He had been reduced to a common spiritual beast—forever unable to return to his former peak.
And now, this puppet before him suddenly mentioned his injur...
2025-06-05 16:00:15 +0000 UTC View PostThe scene was... awkward. In fact, it couldn’t be more awkward.
Si She stared at the absurdly dramatic entrance of the jet-black rooster, sweat forming on his brow.
“Ahem...” the big black-feathered rooster cleared its throat and nimbly got back on its feet. It didn’t seem to notice—or care about—the tension in the air.
With a flap of its nearly featherless wings, it soared up to a branch of the Nether Tree and puffed out its chest proudly. Though it looke...
2025-06-04 15:39:13 +0000 UTC View PostAt the edge of the White Forest, near Luoxian Sect—
“Break the formation!” someone shouted.
Even though the Luoxian Sect had turned the tide by crippling Chang Lin, it was far from over. Like cutting off the head of one hyena, another soon takes its place—more savage, more ruthless.
The Changshou Sect had brought their formation-breaking specialists, and despite the Luoxian disciples’ efforts to resist, the outermost defensive formation was beginning to falt...
2025-06-04 15:36:35 +0000 UTC View Post“Come on, junior brother, I’m waiting for you,” said Chang Lin with a mocking smile.
Humiliating a Luoxian Sect disciple in front of everyone—he couldn’t have been more pleased.
Wang Xi took a deep breath and began crawling forward. The entire Luoxian Sect remained silent. There were no angry outbursts or shouts—only a heavy, suffocating silence.
In contrast, the Changshou Sect was raucous with jeers and howls, their disciples cheering loudly. Chang Lin st...
2025-06-03 07:11:44 +0000 UTC View Post“You bastard, Chang Lin! You used dirty tricks!”
A Luoxian Sect disciple shouted in fury, rushing forward in an attempt to rescue Wang Huan.
“Don’t come out!” Wang Huan’s voice stopped the enraged disciples in their tracks.
“This is exactly what they want—to lure you out and defeat you one by one.”
Clutching her wounded shoulder, she frowned with regret. She had known Chang Lin would resort to foul play. That’s why she had resolved to risk he...
2025-06-03 07:11:07 +0000 UTC View Post“Chang Lin,” Wang Huan called out, her beautiful face filled with unwavering determination.
“Huanhuan, my little treasure, have you finally come around? Ready to leave with me?” Chang Lin’s tone was teasing and smug, like a street thug rather than a cultivator.
“I’ll go with you—if you can defeat me,” Wang Huan replied calmly.
The moment those words left her mouth, the Luoxian Sect disciples erupted in protest.
“Senior sister Huanhuan, you mu...
2025-06-03 07:10:26 +0000 UTC View PostLuoxian Sect had four major forest regions under its protection. Among them, the White Forest was the most valuable.
It was renowned for producing White Spirit Wood, a top-grade material known for its hardness, lightness, and excellent spiritual conductivity—making it the go-to material for Luoxian Sect's artifact refinement.
At that moment, just outside the White Forest, Wang Huan stood at the front of the Luoxian Sect defense line. Clad in red silk and with a p...
2025-06-01 16:45:37 +0000 UTC View Post“All the spirit wood is gone!”
Han Luo stared at Senior Sister Lou, thinking she must be joking.
“It’s true,” she replied, “All our spirit wood reserves have been depleted. But…”
She led him to a secluded chamber and pulled out a pouch from her robes, handing it to him.
“I knew you were working on puppet refinement lately, so I saved this batch just for you. Take it. But this—this is the last of Luoxian Sect’s spirit wood.”
Lin Lou...
2025-05-31 18:54:07 +0000 UTC View Post"Moon God Slash — Crescent!"
Mao Tu’s leg shot out in a swift arc, gathering ice-element spiritual energy. A shimmering crescent slash formed in an instant and whizzed through the air, cutting across three battle puppets. They were immediately frozen into solid blocks of ice.
“Again,” Han Luo murmured to himself.
He had just reviewed his close-combat skills through Mao Tu. Now it was time to shift to long-range techniques. Although he planned to dedicate time ...
2025-05-31 18:53:00 +0000 UTC View PostLuoxian Mountain had practically turned into a zoo. Puppet creatures of all sizes wandered through the forest as if attending a grand fair. From a distance, one could spot lions, tigers, crocodiles, ants, mosquitoes, and spiders—all crafted with astonishing detail.
Han Luo’s talent was undeniable. While his early studies in puppetry had required meticulous, step-by-step progress, once he laid a solid foundation, everything that followed came naturally.
“Master, the sp...
2025-05-30 16:00:15 +0000 UTC View PostThe second-tier squirrel puppet had reached a 20% sensory share—an impressive feat. Han Luo could now sense about one-fifth of the puppet's touch, smell, and taste. What thrilled him even more was that the young woman from earlier, clearly a Foundation Establishment cultivator, hadn’t realized the squirrel was a puppet.
Of course, it was also possible that she simply hadn’t considered the possibility. All the more reason for him to continue testing and determine how far he ...
2025-05-29 17:17:45 +0000 UTC View PostAt Luoxian Mountain, inside the puppet workshop, Han Luo took out a colorful blueprint from his bronze ring.
It was a detailed design for a squirrel puppet, complete with precise measurements, crafting instructions, and clearly labeled components. The origin of the blueprint was unknown, but similar diagrams were abundant in the sect’s library—most of them harmless animal models like squirrels, rabbits, and various birds. This particular one was intended for beginners.
...
2025-05-29 17:07:36 +0000 UTC View PostIn cultivation, magical tools, puppets, and cultivation techniques are all vital. But for Han Luo, the most important among them wasn’t treasures or spells—it was puppets.
For most cultivators, especially at the Foundation Establishment stage, puppets were of limited use. They were notoriously difficult to craft, requiring excessive effort that many felt would be better spent forging another weapon or refining a powerful artifact.
But not Han Luo.
For him, puppets...
2025-05-28 17:35:11 +0000 UTC View PostInside Safe Room One, Han Luo sat cross-legged atop a meditation cushion.
Whooo... whooo...
He took deep, steady breaths, circulating the Luoxian Technique to reach his peak state. Then, with a wave of his hand, he activated dozens of third-tier formations—all meticulously arranged in advance specifically for today’s Foundation Establishment.
As the arrays hummed to life, a wave of security washed over him.
He snapped his fingers. Pa!
The T...
Two days later, Han Luo resumed pill refining.
Seven days after that, he had successfully crafted three supreme-grade Foundation Establishment Pills—and used up the last of his materials.
Still, he wasn’t quite satisfied.
Three pills just weren’t enough. One would go to Xian’er, leaving him with only two—one for himself and one spare. He really preferred to have another backup. But considering that even one supreme pill already had a 98% success rate, two were ...
2025-05-26 16:43:09 +0000 UTC View Post