Zheng Clan Market, Market Lord's Residence.
Cultivation Chamber.
Zheng Que sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion, his eyes tightly shut as he focused all his attention on controlling the soul puppet.
Seeing that the battle had ended, he did not hesitate in the slightest. He immediately controlled the soul puppet to step forward and grab at the [Demon-Suppressing Bronze Bell].
Yet at almost the exact same moment, an ornate red sedan chair appeared eerily beside the [Demon-Suppressing Bronze Bell]. Its curtain swept aside and directly sucked his soul puppet inside.
Whoosh!
The next instant, the connection between Zheng Que and the soul puppet was severed completely.
He froze briefly, then instinctively opened his eyes and looked around the cultivation chamber before him.
At some point, a figure clad in phoenix coronet and embroidered bridal robes had appeared in the spacious room. Her hands were folded over her knees as she sat primly on a chair not far away.
It was Luo Fuyu!
Zheng Que frowned and said with great displeasure, "Luo Fuyu, I kindly helped you just now. How can you still be so guarded against me?"
"This is no different from measuring a gentleman's heart with a petty man's mind!"
"A righteous cultivator such as myself, upright in conduct, magnanimous in spirit, and pure in character, would never do something as sneaky as stealing chickens and dogs."
"If you don't believe me, you can put the [Demon-Suppressing Bronze Bell] in my hands and see for yourself..."
Before he could finish, Luo Fuyu said directly, "Your cultivation has already reached the peak of Foundation Establishment Late Stage. The True Essence within your Qi Sea is abundant, with signs of overflowing."
"Your aura is perfectly rounded, yet faintly restless. It seems the tempering of your Dao Heart is nearly complete as