After hearing Xu Qingtong's words, Du Siwen kicked him in the backside and said irritably, "The wandering soul used to craft a puppet has to be at least as strong as a Golden Core Stage cultivator. If you go alone and die, there won't even be anyone to collect your corpse!"
"Listen to you! Why are you cursing me to die? Besides, aren't I perfectly fine?"
Du Siwen rolled her eyes at him and said, "If anything like this happens again and you don't tell me, watch out, or I'll break your legs!"
"Which leg?"
"You?!"
"All right, all right! Whenever I go out from now on, I'll be sure to let you know, Senior Sister! Calm down, don't get worked up!" Seeing that she was about to lose her temper again, Xu Qingtong hurriedly gave in!
"Hand Biyue over!" Du Siwen held out her hand.
"You really want her?"
"Of course! You promised me. Are you trying to go back on your word?"
Not long after Du Siwen left, Fu Xingzhi returned.
"Master, the Sect Leader asked me to bring this back. Please take a look!" As he spoke, Fu Xingzhi handed Xu Qingtong a Storage Bag.
Xu Qingtong took it and swept it with his divine sense. Inside were precisely the materials he needed to craft puppets, with enough for three sets.
"Xingzhi, your senior brother Li Yingjie was a surviving remnant of Worryfree Valley and practiced evil arts. I have purged him from our ranks!"
A look of astonishment appeared on Fu Xingzhi's face, and he murmured, "Senior Brother, he... he..."
"That's enough! You only need to know about this! From now on, remember my teachings: cultivate your heart before cultivating the Dao. You must not harbor evil thoughts!" Xu Qingtong said sternly.
Fu Xingzhi bowed.