" The Young Pavilion Master is truly ruthless and heartless. No wonder she is Suiyun's adopted daughter and a model of the Demonic Path," Elder Xu sneered.
"Thank you for the compliment. So, your answer is..."
Elder Xu closed her eyes, and after a long while, she sighed and sent a wisp of her divine soul to Bai Lan.
Better to live a miserable life than to die a good death.
Most cultivators, even those reduced to Ghost Cultivator souls, struggle to survive and find a glimmer of hope. Elder Xu, of course, was unwilling to die in vain.
The moment he surrendered his soul, Elder Xu collapsed to the ground, his face ashen and his emotions complex.
She quickly rallied and looked at Bai Lan: "Once the Divine Restraining Curse is lifted, True Lord Suiyun will surely notice something amiss. If I want to survive under the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion, I will have to rely on the Young Pavilion Master's protection..."
"Next, relax and do not resist my Divine Sense."
What is she planning to do now?!
In the blink of an eye, Elder Xu felt the world spinning around him, and the scene before him seemed to have changed completely.
Elder Xu's experience in combat led her to initially believe that the scene before her was an illusion. However, just as she calmed herself and prepared to see through the illusion, several powerful auras suddenly gathered around her, startling her.
Miaoyunzi, a remnant soul at the Mid Nascent Soul, approached and circled Elder Xu: "Late-stage Nascent Soul Formation, what a pity, such poor aptitude. To only reach Nascent Soul Formation at such a young age, it will be difficult for him to form Nascent Soul in the future."
"Indeed, but his strength and temperament are still acceptable." Elder Fu also slowly floated out of Bai Lan's sea of consciousness, pointing and commenting with Miaoyunzi: "I think there is still hope for Nascent Soul breakthrough."
One was a Spirit Transformation, and the other a Elder Xu Nascent Soul, who had just entered the Void Stone, was almost sent away by the aura emanating from these two.
Who is she? Where is she? Where is Bai Lan?
Elder Xu looked around in bewilderment, but felt somewhat relieved when he saw the composed Bai Lan.
But before she could completely calm down, she suddenly saw Luan Yin diligently studying the classics in the distance. Elder Xu exclaimed in surprise, "Wait! You, you are Luan Yin, the Old Devil of the Corpse Refining Sect!"
Luan Yin looked up abruptly upon hearing the voice, and his expression changed the instant he saw Elder Xu: "Old ghost Bone, you're still alive!"
"You actually died... you actually became Ghost Cultivator, hahaha, hahahahaha." Elder Xu remained silent for a long time, then suddenly burst into laughter. "Good, good, good, Young Pavilion Master, you did a good job!"
Bai Lan nodded with a smile, "Yes, yes, she has always been doing good deeds."
"Stop talking nonsense, old ghost. You were brought to this place because you must have already given a wisp of your life Primordial Spirit to the sect leader."
"Even so, it's still better than you, Ghost Cultivator who's been reduced to Qi Refining stage remnant soul." Elder Xu said sarcastically, "You should call Master 'senior' when you see him in the future, you old thing."
"You!!!" Luan Yin was furious, but he was afraid to confront Elder Xu directly because he had lost all his cultivation and was now Qi Refining stage Ghost Cultivator. He could only look at Bai Lan angrily. "Sect Leader! Look at her!"
These two are both members of the Demonic Path path, and the Demonic Palace holds absolute power in the Mist Cloud Continent, so it's normal for them to know each other.
Bai Lan looked around and felt gratified. It was so nice that her colleague was an old acquaintance who greeted her upon meeting.
"Don't fight, don't fight." Bai Lan made a gesture for silence and stepped forward. " Luan Yin, True Lord Xu will be the Peak Master of my Spirit Taming Sect in the future. As the future Peak Master of Puppet Refining Peak, you will guide her to familiarize herself with the sect."
Sect? Peak Master?
Well, the Young Pavilion Master who calls the sect leader her godmother on the surface has already established her own sect behind the scenes. No wonder her strength is so extraordinary, her ambition is just as extraordinary.
This personal space must have been created by a cultivator of the Divine Realm. But how could an ordinary personal space have such rich spiritual energy? It's as if you're standing in the center of a large Spirit Vein. If Elder Xu could cultivate here every day, he would be laughing in his dreams.
Looking up, one can see the verdant mountain peaks in the distance, their dense spiritual energy forming mist, appearing and disappearing in the distance. Majestic floating islands hang high in the sky, and Foundation Establishment cultivators can be faintly seen flying through the mountains on their swords, though their numbers seem rather small.
It doesn't resemble a demonic sect, but rather a celestial force. Is this really the Young Pavilion Master's territory? Something doesn't seem right...
She remembered that the protective array above the Demonic Palace was dark purple, and demonic energy permeated the air. How could the sky be so clear and bright? This must truly be the power of the Demon Lord.
Elder Xu was filled with doubt and shock. More importantly, the sect before him was so large that it was comparable to three or four Heavenly Secrets Pavilion.
Amidst the rising clouds and mist, it seemed as if Lan Die were swirling around.
That Lan Die... if she wasn't mistaken, it was the long-extinct Ice Butterfly, which was best at using Divine Sense to attack and confuse cultivators.
With such a powerful foundation, could the Young Pavilion Master's true identity be the leader of some hidden sect?
Seeing Elder Xu deep in thought, Luan Yin felt much more at ease. "Yes, Sect Leader, rest assured, I will definitely talk to her properly... By the way, the puppet-making technique that the Sect Leader ordered me to develop has made progress."
"Oh? Tell me more!" Bai Lan's expression brightened slightly.
Luan Yin took out three mechanical puppets from his Storage Bag. They were all made of materials such as Spirit Wood Essence Ore and had obvious bones and joints, and their faces were ugly.
Although it is ugly, it is quite strong.
Each of these three puppets possesses the strength of a late-stage Qi Refining stage cultivator, and Luan Yin alone can control all three at the same time.
Bai Lan saved his game on the spot, then temporarily suppressed his cultivation to the mid-stage of Qi Refining stage, and began fighting the three puppets with his spear.
Luan Yin looked at Bai Lan, whose marksmanship was swift and merciless, and his eyes were filled with pain.
These puppets are all his children!!!
With the blessing of the Myriad Wood Art, even if one of the puppet's arms is pierced by Bai Lan, it will regrow after a few breaths.
The power of the puppet's severed arm regeneration comes from the Hundred-Year Spirit Wood inside the puppet's body. A puppet in the Qi Refining stage can only support its severed arm regeneration three times at most. After three times, it will completely lose its life force and collapse to the ground.
If it is a puppet in the Foundation Establishment stage, it needs to be made with Thousand-Year Spirit Wood as the core, and the power of the puppet will be greatly enhanced.
The Spirit Taming Sect Sect's puppet is a trump card that Bai Lan uses as a human wave tactic. If Spirit Taming Sect disciple can have three puppets in the future, the scene when facing the enemy will definitely be magnificent.
Divine soldiers descended from the sky, and ten thousand puppets came down; their mere presence was enough to frighten a crowd.
Reloading the save file back to before the attack, Bai Lan opened her eyes and looked at the three intact puppets in front of her. She then looked at Luan Yin and said, "Not bad, but there are still some areas for improvement. The escape speed is too slow and the strength is too weak. The puppets themselves have no intelligence and rely on numbers to win. They need to be strong enough to fly like bricks."