Not long after Chen Tianming left, the steward led Chu Mo and Qing Song to the guest residence. After leaving a few quick-witted servants behind, he respectfully took his leave. "Should either honored envoy need anything, please do not hesitate to ask."
Chu Mo waved him away, then he and Qing Song each chose a meditation chamber.
After closing the door and setting up an isolation barrier, Chu Mo did not rush to cultivate. Instead, he began studying the Daoist art, "Paper Folding into Soldiers."
The art itself was not of a high grade, and the paper figures it produced had limited power. Still, its principle of "using objects to house spirits" was rather interesting.
"If it uses spirit infusion, why not infuse a yin soul directly?" A flicker of interest crossed Chu Mo's eyes. "With a layer of paper serving as a shell, a yin soul could take more of a beating. Besides, the materials are easy to find and cheap. Even if it gets damaged, it won't hurt to lose it..."
At that thought, he summoned the Profound Banner into his hand. With a gentle shake, a Qi Refining banner spirit suddenly appeared.
Next, he took out a sheet of spirit paper and, following the method of "Paper Folding into Soldiers," quickly folded a palm-sized paper figure.
Under the banner spirit's bewildered gaze, he compressed him into a small ball and stuffed him into the paper figure.
The paper figure trembled slightly, white light spreading across its surface. In an instant, it grew to human height and stood up unsteadily.
"How does it feel?" Chu Mo asked with interest.
The paper figure moved his body, briefly adjusting before replying, "My lord, it feels a little like having a physical body again." His voice held a trace of excitement.