After listening carefully, Xiao Yan had no choice but to acknowledge it. Although Xiao Xuan's proposed modifications had yet to be tested, he could already sense their effectiveness. His ancestor's discerning eye was truly terrifying.
In the end, Xiao Xuan let out a soft sigh and said regretfully, "What a pity. My body was shattered in that battle. Otherwise, it would have been the finest material for you to craft a battle puppet from."
Hearing this, Xiao Yan immediately shook his head. "If both your body and soul still remained, Ancestor, then Xiao Yan would certainly do everything in his power to revive you."
Xiao Xuan looked into Xiao Yan's eyes and knew that he spoke from the heart. "I naturally know you mean it. You may begin crafting the battle puppet. I will stand guard for you."
Xiao Yan nodded, sat down cross-legged, and took out the body of a one-star Dou Sheng from his Storage Ring.
This man had died less than a day ago, so there was no need to rush. Even without using the recorded secret arts to preserve it, a Dou Sheng's body would not lose its vitality within a month. That month was the best time to craft a battle puppet.
Of course, crafting a battle puppet required more than just a body; it also needed various precious medicinal herbs. As an eighth-tier alchemist, Xiao Yan naturally did not lack such resources. Not to mention that during the wedding, many factions had gifted Xiao Yan large quantities of medicinal herbs and materials. Xiao Yi Xian had also prepared in advance, adding much more to what they had received at the wedding before handing everything over to Xiao Yan, sparing him the trouble of gathering materials.
In Xiao Yi Xian's words, if Xiao Yan's temperament