Under One Person: The Puppet Immortal in the Tang Sect

The remnant soul of the Sword Saint sheathed his sword.

As soon as he sheathed his sword, the fighting spirits around him paused for a moment, then gradually faded and disappeared.

They transformed back into the swords stuck in the ground, and the space instantly returned to silence.

The puppets also stopped moving and stood still.

The white space suddenly fell silent.

The remnant soul of the Sword Saint walked up to Cui Ming and asked him a question.

How do I operate it?

Cui Ming thought for a moment.

"Relax, don't resist."

After saying that, Cui Ming began to try to envelop the other party with his own divine soul.

"I'll take you out."

The remnant soul of the Sword Saint nodded and closed his eyes.

Cui Ming reached out and pressed his hand to his forehead.

Then, consciousness returned.

……

In the mountain stream, Cui Ming opened his eyes.

He was still holding the hilt of the demon sword Hirumaru.

But the blade no longer emanated a chilling killing intent; instead, it became docile, even a little too docile, as if it were trying to please.

Fenrir the wolf was still squatting beside him, tilting its head and looking at him.

Cui Ming loosened the knife handle and flexed his fingers.

"nailed it."

At this moment, the demon sword Hirumaru began to tremble slightly, emitting a faint hum.

Having lost the nourishment of the nameless sword saint's remnant soul within, cracks began to gradually appear on the blade of the demon sword Hirumaru.

The legendary demon sword Hirumaru is slowly losing its spirit.

Completely different from its previous indestructible state, the demon sword Hirumaru is now fragile; a gust of wind can shatter it into pieces.

Cui Ming could also sense that the "remnant soul of the sword saint" inside the knife was no longer there.

Now, it's in my mind.

A miniature version of a person is crouching in a corner of consciousness, curiously looking around.

'Your consciousness space... is quite spacious.'

The voice of the remnant soul of the Sword Saint resounded directly in Cui Ming's mind.

"It's alright."

Cui Ming replied to him in his heart.

"You stay here for now. I'll talk to you after I've cleaned up the scene."

He bent down, picked up Eita's severed arm, and casually tossed it to Fenrir the wolf.

"Get rid of it."

Fenrir the wolf carried the severed arm away.

Cui Ming looked around again.

The puppets have begun to automatically clean up the battlefield, salvage usable parts, dispose of corpses, remove toxins, and erase traces.

Cui Ming stretched.

This battle was tiring, but the gains were significant.

Not only did they defeat the Higanbana ninja and acquire a large amount of puppet materials and the demon sword, but they also experimented with a bunch of new designs in the consciousness space.

Although those experiments may not all be realized in reality, at least they provided a direction.

And now, he has an ancient relic in his mind as an advisor.

It's worth it.

Cui Ming sheathed the demon sword Hiruma and hung it on his waist.

Then he turned around and walked towards the Mysterious Armor.

It's time to go back.

He still has a bunch of parts to repair and a lot of data to organize.

And, I need to make room for the new tenant in my mind to be more comfortable.

We can't keep letting people stay stuck in our own little corner of consciousness forever.

Moreover, Cui Ming also needs to check how well the remotely modified Bihe Ninja Puppet is made complete.

Putting aside everything else, the ninjutsu technique "Ripple," which has been refined to perfection, is truly unique in terms of mental attacks.

Think about it, just a moment ago you were grieving the loss of your comrade.

The next moment, the enemy is in your mind, devising how to dismantle your comrades and turn them into human puppets.

And you will also throw them into the battlefield where you fight to the death, turning them into enemies who want to take your life.

This moment is a severe blow to the enemy as a whole, both physically and mentally.

"Taking advantage of this crushing defeat of the Higanbana, it's time to move forward with the next phase of our development plan."

Cui Ming rubbed his chin, pondering for a moment.

The puppets were busy in the Ghost Sorrow Mountain Stream, and several of the puppets even collected the corpses of the Ten Demons from the Hira Ninja.

Compared to the elite Higanbana ninja, the remaining Toki are the most valuable materials.

Unfortunately, due to the Pure Karma Lotus Fire, Xu Duo's body was completely useless.

As for the so-called demon Nikaido Eita, aside from his talent in swordsmanship...

For Cui Ming, they were not as skilled as Yong En and the nameless swordsman in his mind, nor as cheap and easy to use as the ronin puppets in Cui Ming's hands.

It's truly a chicken rib—tasteless to eat, but a pity to throw away.

On the contrary, whether it is Lady Kyo, Homer and Cho, or even Makino Ittosai's fluid swordsmanship, they are all far more valuable than Nikaido Eita.

Lady Kyo could be considered as a potential candidate for medical puppetry; Homer's alchemy could be used as a means of enhancing materials for mechanical puppetry; and the exploding butterfly technique of the Butterfly also has some reference value...

Thinking of this, Cui Ming was already eager to return to the Divine Machine Alliance and conduct a thorough study in his workshop.

Under the manipulation of numerous puppets, in the Ghost-Sorrowful Mountain Stream.

The thick poisonous fog gradually dissipated, and the sealed entrance reopened.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, everything returned to normal.

The Higanbana ninja group disappeared silently from the land of the East.

Chapter 209 Unsolved Mysteries

Inside the Ghost-Seeing-Sorrow Mountain Stream, Cui Ming retrieved the last batch of puppets into his Devouring Bag.

The six heavy iron boxes have been packed into containers.

The sealing talisman of Hira-nin still remained on the surface of the box, and it was being compressed and stored by the spatial power of the Devouring Pouch along with the items inside.

Cui Ming looked around and checked again.

All traces of battle in the Ghost Sorrow Mountain Stream were completely erased thanks to the efficient cooperation of the puppets, and the whole process took less than half an hour.

Even the entrance to the sealed mountain stream has been completely restored by the puppets. The soil and ground have been restored to their normal state, and even the vegetation has been restored by the disguised puppets.

While waiting, Cui Ming also took the opportunity to repair the Earth Vein Mystic Armor.

He raised his hand and placed it on the core of the mysterious armor on his chest.

Earthy yellow patterns appeared on the surface of the armor, connecting it to the earth's veins.

The earth's energy flowed in along the patterns, enveloping his entire body while gradually repairing the damage to Cui Ming's shoulder.

Then, he took a step forward, his body sinking into the rock strata as if into water, and used the earth's energy to perform the Earthwalking Technique.

The Xuanji Armor drew upon the earth's energy to create a temporary passage through the soil and rocks.

Cui Ming maintained a steady pace as he moved forward, and the passage behind him closed naturally after he passed, leaving no gaps.

The depth was kept at around ten zhang (approximately 33 meters), avoiding any exploration methods that might be available in shallower areas.

The voice of the remnant soul of the Sword Saint echoed in his mind.

'This method of escaping underground is indeed reliable.'

It's just a basic application.

Cui Ming responded in his heart.

One of the original design principles of the Earth Vein Mystic Armor was stealth and mobility.

'What do you plan to do with the corpses of those Higanbana people?'

The nameless swordsman was somewhat curious. Although he was also from the East, he didn't feel any sense of belonging to that disgusting country.

'The corpses of the Ten Demons have research value; the remaining ordinary ninja will be dismantled into puppet materials.'

Cui Ming knew in his heart that this nameless sword saint probably hated Japan even more than some people from the East.

So I explained it to it directly without any hesitation.

'However, all of this will have to wait until we return to the workshop.'

'Aren't you worried that other sects will find out?'

Although the nameless swordsman was relatively simple-minded in his lifetime, he had come into contact with far too many people over the years.