The thought flashed through Lin Xuan's mind, but his gaze had already fallen on the three people's opponent.
It was an old man in a blue robe, hale and spirited. In every movement of his hands and feet, his cultivation was no inferior to Nascent Soul Late Stage. Yet what was strange was that, though vast spiritual power churned around him, he did not have the slightest trace of living breath.
Lin Xuan's pupils contracted slightly.
Puppet arts!
In You Province, even on Seven Star Island and the Cloud Sea, puppet arts had already been lost—at least, Lin Xuan had never seen them before.
Cloud Province, however, was different. The cultivation world here was extremely prosperous, and from Wu Yun'er, Lin Xuan knew that puppet arts still survived.
But what was before him was far too exaggerated.
Core Condensation-level puppets were already very difficult to successfully craft, and Nascent Soul Realm ones were even rarer, something one could only encounter by chance and never seek. As for one at the level of a great cultivator... he had never even heard of such a thing.
Yet one had appeared right before his eyes.
The blue-robed elder battling Qin Yan and the others looked no different from an ordinary cultivator on the surface, but upon careful observation, his entire body had been refined from all sorts of rare and precious materials.
His identity as a Puppet was laid bare beyond doubt; no wonder he had no aura.
Since he had been refined from all kinds of top-grade materials, the hardness of his body could be imagined. Apart from vital areas like certain joints, almost every part of his body could withstand Dharma Treasures head-on.
The Xueming Sect's sect master and his wife could do almost nothing to him. Only the Nine Heavens