As Qianwan Bing fantasized about one day strutting around outside with ten Golden Immortal Puppets in tow,
a True Immortal Puppet carrying a pot of spirit tea walked over.
"Are you dreaming about your Golden Immortal Puppets again~?" the True Immortal Puppet asked.
Qianwan Bing turned and looked at the True Immortal Puppet into which he had poured all his heart and effort.
"I was thinking of getting you another big brother, so he could look after you a little when you go out in the future." Qianwan Bing said with a chuckle.
Back then, under the Great Elder's guidance, he had forged a Puppet path uniquely his own.
The embodiment of the path he had forged was the Puppet before him.
At first, he had feared it would be too shocking for the Cultivation World to tolerate.
It was not until he later saw the Nine Phoenix Immortal Dynasty's Puppets possessing their own spiritual intelligence that he finally relaxed.
"If you spread your legs too wide, you'll tear your balls."
"You haven't even touched the threshold of the Golden Immortal realm, yet you're already thinking about Golden Immortal Puppets. Aren't you afraid you won't be able to control them when the time comes?" the True Immortal Puppet said as it poured tea for Qianwan Bing.
"The two of us are conjoined father and son. It can't just be me working hard—you need to cultivate diligently too."
"If you can touch the Golden Immortal realm, doesn't that mean I can advance to Golden Immortal too?" Qianwan Bing said cheerfully, throwing an arm around the True Immortal Puppet.
The True Immortal Puppet before him had fused with his flesh and blood and soul, and its traits had increasingly begun to resemble those of the Human Race.
When he had first discovered