He Pingsheng listened in a fog, yet felt cold all over!
Such scheming truly sent chills through him.
To kill the holy maiden Wen Buwan, they would kill me?
He Pingsheng kept turning it over in his mind, feeling that he needed to put the Death-Substitute Puppet on his agenda.
His eyes shifted slightly as he looked at Mingyuan and asked, "Bodhisattva Mingyuan, may I ask if you know artifact refining?"
"Heh..." Mingyuan chuckled. "The Myriad Willow Ghost-Binding Wood in your possession cannot be refined into a Death-Substitute Puppet!"
"What?" He Pingsheng was slightly startled.
Mingyuan said, "Someone refined that thing into a magical treasure long ago. You simply didn't know!"
"Take it out!"
He Pingsheng took out the Myriad Willow Ghost-Binding Wood and presented it to Mingyuan. "This should be the object you mean, Senior!"
"Mm!" With a wave of Mingyuan's hand, the stump landed in his palm.
Magic power thundered from the old monk's body into the stump, which instantly grew to hundreds of zhang in size.
Viewed from afar, it was as emerald-green as jade.
"This..." He Pingsheng was stunned.
He had possessed this thing for so long, yet had never realized it was an immortal artifact.
No restrictions had appeared on it back then. Presumably, it was no ordinary Mystic Sect magical artifact, but something like a blood-refined treasure.
"Whoever gave you this certainly had ill intentions!" The old monk sneered. "This object can absorb immortal soul light, but it can also imprison souls!"
"If..." At this point, the shriveled old monk frowned and stopped speaking, merely shaking his head gently.
Ming Yue, however, picked up where Mingyuan had left off. "Benefactor He, my Senior Brother means to ask: if the Buddhist Path's holy maiden Wen Buwan died before you, what would you do with her