Under One Person: The Puppet Immortal in the Tang Sect

Cui Ming looked at him and smiled slightly.

"Brother Changqing, you're too kind. This battle is not for personal reasons, but for the sake of our country."

He turned and looked outside the shed.

As dusk fell, the city lights of Fuzhou began to illuminate the city.

The city was peaceful and tranquil, and the people were still living their ordinary lives.

Whenever possible, Cui Ming wanted to try to make a change.

Meanwhile, on the distant horizon, three transport ships were cutting through the waves.

On the ship, twelve Onmyoji were resting with their eyes closed.

Little did they know that their journey to Fuzhou would not only bring them the combined forces of the Sanyi Sect and the Shenji Alliance, but also a trap that Cui Ming had already laid.

Chapter 216 Night Raid (4K)

Late at night on February 3, in the western part of Fuzhou.

The night watchman struck the gong at the third watch, and the sound echoed through the empty streets.

The sky was overcast with no moon, and only a few streetlights cast a dim, yellowish glow.

The inn where Cui Ming was located stood silently in the darkness, with a faint candlelight shining through the cracks in the second-floor window.

Four disciples of the Divine Machine Alliance stood guard at the entrance. Two of them were standing, and two were sitting and leaning against the doorposts. They seemed relaxed and were even chatting and joking with each other.

In reality, he never let his guard down; the threads extending from his hands were connected to the numerous hidden weapons on his body.

Bang bang!

Dry weather!

Beware of fire!

A night watchman emerged from the street corner, his back hunched, and walked slowly towards them.

The bamboo clapper struck weakly, and the sleeves of the cotton robe hung very low.

When they reached the main entrance of the inn, the watchman seemed to realize where he was, and his steps faltered slightly.

But in that instant of hesitation, four beams of cold light shot out from his sleeves.

Those four streaks of cold light pierced the air silently.

The four disciples guarding the door didn't even have time to react before they were nailed to the throat.

One person's eyes widened, and his body went limp.

The other three died without even uttering a sound.

The night watchman straightened up, his hunched back straightening, revealing a face devoid of any distinguishing features—an ordinary face that would be easily lost in a crowd.

But then, he raised his hand and wiped his face, his entire face trembled, and he quickly returned to his original appearance.

He was a man around forty years old with a sinister look on his face.

Mo Xun, also known as the Shadowless Crossing, is said to be a master of flying needles that leave no trace and a deadly mark.

Seeing that he had succeeded, he whistled triumphantly.

In the darkness, countless figures moved about.

More than ten people jumped down from the rooftops on both sides of the inn.

The second-floor window of the shop across the street was opened, and seven or eight more people climbed out.

People appeared at street corners, alleyways, and even near the well not far away.

In just three breaths, more than thirty members of the Quanxing sect had gathered around the inn.

These people were dressed in various ways; some wore night clothes, some were disguised as merchants, and some were even dressed in Nationalist army uniforms.

The only thing they had in common was the undisguised killing intent in their eyes.

Mo Xun, with a sinister expression, made a hand gesture.

The two Quanxing members pulled out pottery jars from their pockets and threw them forcefully onto the roof of the inn.

The earthenware pot shattered, and black oil spilled everywhere.

Then another person appeared, and a tiny fire dragon shot out from his mouth.

With a loud bang, flames shot up and spread rapidly.

Almost simultaneously, several other Quanxing teams stormed into the inn from different directions.

They smashed windows, kicked open side doors, and some even broke in through second-floor windows.

The sounds of swords being drawn, the surging of vital energy, and the shattering of furniture blended together.

The fire grew fiercer, and the wooden structure crackled and popped in the flames.

Thick smoke billowed, enveloping the entire street.

……

Cui Ming's room is on the second floor of the inn.

Li Muxuan stood by the window, looking at the firelight outside through the crack.

"coming."

Cui Ming sat at the table, adjusting the floating cannons that had been further simplified over the past few days.

No... now these twenty-four shuttle-shaped floating cannons have become increasingly slender, resembling twenty-four hiltless short swords.

As the floating cannons danced around Cui Ming, they emitted a series of whooshing sounds that seemed to tear through the air. In fact, the floating cannons now made Cui Ming seem more like a sword immortal.

Cui Ming didn't even raise his head.

"It arrived a day earlier than expected."

"It is the Shadowless Ferry."

The nameless voice transmitted through consciousness.

"He used the special ability of the dough figurine Liu to disguise himself as a night watchman and get rid of the guards at the gate."

"The inn is now on fire on all sides, and Quanxing has broken in from multiple directions."

Upon hearing this, Cui Ming raised an eyebrow. Fortunately, he had replaced his own people in advance, and the people at the door were just some Quanxing puppets who had been modified and brainwashed.

I wouldn't feel sorry for any number of them dying.

"how many people?"

"Thirty-seven are in the open, and there should be more in the shadows. Their cultivation is not weak, and at least five of them are first-rate experts."

The twenty-four short swords that had been flying behind him retracted and transformed into a folding fan, which fell into Cui Ming's hand. He stood up.

The room door was also kicked open at that moment, and three members of the Quanxing gang rushed in.

The first man, wielding two swords, saw that only Cui Ming and Li Muxuan were in the room, and with a sinister grin, he pounced.

Before the blade even arrived, a sword shadow had already attacked from the side.

The nameless creature moved.

It didn't even draw its sword; it simply raised its hand and pointed.

Of the twelve flying swords behind him, the leftmost one unsheathed itself and pierced through Quanxing's chest like lightning.

The man froze, looked down at the bloody hole in his chest, his eyes filled with disbelief, and slowly collapsed.

The other two Quanxing members were shocked and retreated hastily.

But Wuming didn't give them a chance.

The second and third flying swords were launched simultaneously.

One sword to behead, one sword to pierce the heart.

The two men died before they could even scream.

The entire process takes no more than two breaths.

Wuming sheathed his sword, and the flying sword returned to its base behind him, its blade unstained by a single drop of blood.

Li Muxuan's eyelids twitched as he read it.

Although he knew that Wuming was incredibly powerful, witnessing such a swift and decisive killing still sent chills down his spine.

"Let's go, we can't keep them waiting too long."

Cui Ming walked towards the door with great interest, as if welcoming an old friend he hadn't seen in a long time.

The corridor was in complete chaos.

Seven or eight members of the Quanxing sect were fighting each other with the puppets who remained behind.

Although the number of these brainwashed Quanxing members was small, they cooperated seamlessly under Cui Ming's control.

The three of them formed a group to cover each other and defend, which was enough to barely withstand the attack.

When Cui Ming appeared, an old man from the Quanxing sect was slapping a puppet spirit with his palm.

The palm strike was fierce and carried a foul stench, clearly indicating some kind of poisonous technique.

Cui Ming raised his hand.

It wasn't a move; it was just a snap of his fingers.

The floor beneath the old man's feet suddenly exploded.

Three metal segments pierced through the hole, penetrating his ankles.

The old man screamed and lost his balance.

Before he could react, more limbs pierced out from the floor, walls, and even the ceiling, instantly turning him into a beehive.

Hidden Shadow Spider.

Given Cui Ming's personality, how could he possibly live in a place he can't control?