Primitive Puppet

"You reap what you sow."

Chen Changming gazed at the empty void, shook his head with a smile, then turned and flew toward Chaos Star Island.

He had found it as easy to kill a few early Nascent Soul Realm cultivators as chopping vegetables. For Chen Changming, who had killed countless people, it was just a minor interlude, and he hadn't given it another thought.

"Hmm, he actually made it back alive?"

When the middle-aged man standing outside the Puppet Hall saw Chen Changming approaching, he was startled. His gaze grew deep and serious.

This Golden Core Realm man had survived despite being surrounded by a group of Nascent Soul Realm experts. He was certainly no ordinary person!

There had to be a mid-stage Nascent Soul Realm guardian by his side!

That guardian must have driven off the Nascent Soul Realm cultivators, allowing him to return.

"Incredible. This man has an extremely powerful background."

"Indeed. Which major faction does he belong to? He even has someone this powerful protecting him."

Many Golden Core cultivators inside the Puppet Hall murmured among themselves. As they watched Chen Changming approach, fear showed in their eyes.

The expressions of the higher-ranking Golden Core Realm cultivators were especially complicated, filled with disbelief. After all, they had looked down on this young man, who was only at the second layer of the Golden Core Realm.

"Fellow Daoist, this way, please."

The middle-aged man didn't dare keep him waiting. He hurried over and led Chen Changming into a side hall.

The hall was quiet and empty.

"Fellow Daoist, might I take a look at your Nascent Soul Realm puppet?"

The middle-aged man asked politely.

"Certainly."

Chen Changming gave him a meaningful look, then casually waved his hand. A Nascent Soul Realm puppet appeared in midair.

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