Third Order Magic Core

Third- and Fourth-Order low-level Puppets, with no one actively controlling them inside the tomb, could only maintain their combat ability through stored energy and preset automatic alert programs!

Feng Wu had not considered this before. He had merely been led astray by the performance of high-end Puppets in the original work.

With a breakthrough, things became much easier.

Feng Wu ignored everything else. Rather than avoid the Puppets' attacks, he endured a few more blows just to force open the Puppet's guard, then launched a wild, relentless assault at the switch on its chest, pouring out all his strength!

"Crack—clang!" The Puppet's forged material was indeed sturdy.

Even at the weakest point, where the switch cover connected, Feng Wu had to attack for a full quarter of an hour. Only after more than a hundred strikes did he break the connection and shake the cover loose.

With enough effort, even an iron rod could be ground into a needle!

Feng Wu's attacks had barely been able to break through its defenses, but with hundreds of blows landing in the same spot, he had finally exceeded the limit of its defense there!

"Smack!" The round metal cover shook loose and fell to the ground, spinning.

The metal Puppet immediately stopped moving from its sluggish state!

Success!

Dense Dou Qi continuously spilled from the Puppet's chest. Inside the cavity in its chest were numerous crystalline objects, submerged in the thick Dou Qi.

"Third Order Magic Cores!" Feng Wu used Absorption Palm, drawing the Magic Cores out from the Puppet's chest. There were nine of them!

"What a lavish expenditure. No wonder these Puppets could still move after this tomb had been buried for who knew how many hundreds or thousands of years."

The Dou Qi energy contained within Third Order Magic Cores could only be described as vast!

However, time could wear away anything. Even Magic Cores could not withstand it.

"What a pity. The energy inside these Magic Cores has already been seriously depleted." Feng Wu squeezed hard, and two of the Magic Cores immediately cracked into transparent fragments.

Magic Cores that had once been incomparably hard would become extremely brittle once the compressed essence energy within them had been exhausted.

As for the other seven Magic Cores, each had also lost varying amounts of energy.

For countless years, the Puppet had remained in a standby alert state, continuously consuming trace amounts of the Dou Qi within the Magic Cores.

Added together, that loss was enormous!

After placing all the Third Order Magic Cores into his Storage Ring, this trip was already worthwhile.

A Third Order Magic Core was worth tens of thousands of Gold Coins apiece. Even with the losses, these seven Magic Cores were worth around one hundred thousand to one hundred fifty thousand Gold Coins in total.

Feng Wu looked at the other ten Puppets in the distance. If every Puppet contained nine Third Order Magic Cores as its energy source, then he would be rich!

They were worth more than a million!

Feng Wu suspected that this Dou Wang's burial chamber was so shabby. Aside from its size, it had no gold or jade carvings, no silver bricks or wooden ceiling.

Perhaps he had sold off his entire fortune to forge these eleven Puppets?

After fiddling with it for a while, Feng Wu stored the Puppet in his Storage Ring as well. He would study it when he had time later. It was good stuff too.

If he could transfer control of these Puppets to himself, they would make a fine group of thugs in the early stages!

That was right, a group!

At this moment, Feng Wu already regarded the other eleven Puppets in the entire burial chamber as his possessions!

As the flames around his body dispersed and he exited the Flame Fire Body state, weakness swept over Feng Wu like a tide.

Looking inward at his dantian, Feng Wu saw that nearly eighty percent of the Dou Qi in his body had been burned away!

Flame Fire Body, this explosive secret technique Dou Technique, was powerful, but its consumption was indeed immense! In less than two quarters of an hour, Feng Wu's sea of qi was nearly dry.

Without wasting another word, Feng Wu quickly sat cross-legged on the ground, took out a Qi Replenishing Pill from his Storage Ring, swallowed it, and began recovering.

Combat was unlike pill refining. Dou Qi was not consumed in a slow, steady stream; it could not last six or seven hours.

"Bring Little Er Ha down too. Handling these Puppets by myself is far too slow." Half an hour later, Feng Wu had recovered more than ninety percent of his Dou Qi. He stood and muttered to himself.

If every battle, plus recovery time, took more than an hour, Feng Wu would probably have to stay in this burial chamber for two days just to deal with these eleven Puppets.

That was something Feng Wu could not tolerate!

Two days was far too long!

They had not ventured too deeply into the Magical Beast Mountain Range. Although there were not many people nearby, it was definitely not a place no one ever visited.

In two days, unforeseen complications could arise, and someone might discover them!

There was only one passage into the entire tomb. He could not let someone block it and trap them in a dead end!

After considering it, Feng Wu decided to abandon the watch at the tomb entrance and bring Little Er Ha with him to speed up the exploration of the tomb's interior, taking what he could and leaving quickly.

"Little Er Ha, come down!" Feng Wu acted at once. As he headed back up the passage, he could already see Little Er Ha's blurry figure lying in the cool tunnel. He called out.

Upon hearing Feng Wu's voice, Little Er Ha lazily narrowed her eyes. Looking down, her gaze emitted a ghostly blue light in the dark tunnel. Cool!

But the next second...

"Awoo! Awoo!" Little Er Ha instantly sprang to her feet!

Staring at the naked, completely bald egg before her, she howled loudly and began spinning in circles through the passage!

"Awoo, awoo, awoo!"

(Who are you? You're definitely not Feng Wu! Where did you hide Feng Wu?)

Little Er Ha simply could not accept that Feng Wu had turned into a bald egg!

If not for Feng Wu's familiar scent, Little Er Ha would have attacked him outright! This completely shattered her worldview!

"Stop messing around. I'm Feng Wu!" Feng Wu shouted at Little Er Ha, a trace of embarrassment in his voice.

Their minds were connected, so naturally he understood what Little Er Ha meant.

As for why he was not wearing clothes, it was because he would need to use the Flame Fire Body Dou Technique again in battle soon. There was no need to waste another set of clothes by turning them to ash.

Only those who ran a household knew how expensive daily necessities were!

"Don't stay here. Go down and help me," Feng Wu said.

After making a fuss for three minutes, Little Er Ha finally reluctantly accepted that this bald monk before her was Feng Wu.

Then, her gaze secretly drifted toward the area beneath Feng Wu's waist. While Feng Wu was not paying attention, she quietly raised her tail and wagged it in circles.

A touch of humanlike shyness appeared in her eyes...

After making a bit of camouflage at the tomb entrance, Feng Wu brought Little Er Ha back down into the tomb. Pointing at the metal Puppets in the distance, he instructed Little Er Ha:

"In a moment, attack with me. Just focus on striking the Puppets' chests.

Don't mess around, and don't draw too many Puppets over at once. Otherwise, we'll be in serious trouble.

If you behave well, I'll refine pills for you to eat tonight!"

Feng Wu coaxed Little Er Ha and explained what she needed to watch out for. He was truly worried that the mischievous Little Er Ha would stir up some kind of trouble.

"Awoo! (Got it!)" Yet for some reason, Little Er Ha agreed especially quickly today and was particularly obedient.

Feng Wu gave Little Er Ha a puzzled glance. Why did Little Er Ha's eyes seem... so seductive today?

(Are you looking forward to Little Er Ha taking human form? Hehehe...)