Under One Person: The Puppet Immortal in the Tang Sect

"You liar! We all voted for you, so how come someone is still dead?!"

She pointed to the two gruesome corpses on the ground, her voice trembling.

Cui Ming remained expressionless, gently waving his folding fan and curving his lips slightly.

"Oh? That can only mean they're not strong enough, or... they're just unlucky."

He spoke casually, as if he were talking about the weather.

"Besides—"

Cui Ming's gaze swept over the few survivors, and he slowly said:

"I never said that anyone who chose to take my sword would necessarily live."

"I only said that if I survive one sword strike, I can descend the mountain."

"They took a sword and died. That's because they weren't skilled enough. What does it have to do with me?"

Mei Jinfeng was so angry that she trembled all over, but she was speechless.

Xia Liuqing got up from the ground, covered her face, and looked at Cui Ming with fear in her eyes.

Gu Qiting knelt to the side, looking down at the pale blue sword mark on his chest, and suddenly realized what had happened.

It turned out to be the case.

This is not a "choice" at all, but a unilateral trial by Cui Ming.

You survived not because you made the right choice, but because... he had other plans for you.

The remaining Quanxing was a middle-aged man with a gaunt face and sunken eyes.

He was slumped on the ground, drenched in cold sweat.

He awakened a healing-type innate ability, but did not use it to save lives.

Instead, they took a different approach, using the anesthetic effect that came with their medical abilities to distort it into a deadly poison that damages the meridians.

Those poisoned by it will experience numbness in their limbs and stagnation of vital energy.

If the poison is not detoxified for a long time, the meridians will gradually atrophy until the person becomes completely useless.

It was this unorthodox poison technique that allowed him to gain a foothold in the Quanxing sect, and it was also the reason that he was lucky enough to survive.

Although he went astray, his innate ability is invaluable.

Ultimately, it's because he's valuable enough, since Cui Ming has the idea of ​​forming a medical puppet team, nothing more.

Seeing his companion die tragically, he was terrified and lay prostrate on the ground, not daring to raise his head.

Cui Ming's gaze swept across the field.

Gu Jiting, Xia Liuqing, Mei Jinfeng, the emaciated man, and several Quanxing members who were the first to fall to the ground with serious injuries, as well as Liang Ting who also fell to the ground with serious injuries, were the only survivors.

"All right."

Cui Ming closed his folding fan, his tone returning to its usual calm.

"The swords have been taken; those who were meant to live have lived, and those who were meant to die have died."

"You can leave now."

He raised his hand and pointed down the mountain.

"But I suggest you... you'd better hurry."

"Otherwise, we might not be able to leave."

After saying that, he stopped looking at the Quanxing people and turned to walk towards the Sanyi Sect.

It wasn't until Cui Ming turned around that the rest of the people in the room slowly came back to their senses from the horrific sight of the two brutally murdered corpses of Quanxing.

Among the disciples of the Sanyi Sect, some gasped in shock, while others turned pale.

Chengzhen frowned, staring at the two blood-soaked, cracked corpses on the ground, and said in a deep voice.

"His meridians were completely shattered, and his vital energy went out of control, leading to his death... This was no ordinary sword wound."

Si Chong stared intently at Cui Ming's back, gritting his teeth and whispering.

"Tang Sect... Pill Devouring!"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked.

Yes.

Everyone only remembered Cui Ming's unpredictable wit and exquisite puppetry, but forgot that he was a disciple of the Tang Clan.

The pale blue dagger pierced his chest without drawing blood, yet it held the power of life and death within him; when it struck, it caused his meridians to rupture, resulting in an excruciatingly painful death...

It's clearly the Tang Clan's ultimate technique, Dan Shi!

However, Cui Ming used a sword to ward off the poison, making his methods even more subtle and unpredictable.

Upon hearing this, Mei Jinfeng trembled and looked down at the pale blue sword mark on her chest, her face turning deathly pale.

Xia Liuqing felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave, and subconsciously circulated her Qi to carefully examine her body.

Gu Qiting knelt on the ground and slowly closed his eyes.

So it turns out... sword wounds do hurt.

The poison has not yet manifested.

go?

Which way to go?

My life is no longer in my own hands.

The few remaining members of the Quanxing sect helped each other to their feet, but none of them dared to take a step down the mountain.

Cui Ming's earlier words, "Hurry up and go," now sound more like a mockery.

Is it possible to leave?

If I'm gone, how long can I live?

Instead of leaving...

Everyone looked up, meeting the cold gazes of the San Yi Sect members and the silent figures of the Divine Machine Alliance.

Staying is also a dead end.

In the face of despair, Xia Liuqing suddenly took a deep breath and bowed to Cui Ming's retreating figure.

“Master Cui… I, Xia, am willing to take Jin Feng away.”

"From now on, I will never set foot on the territory of the Sanyi Sect again, nor will I be an enemy of the Divine Machine Alliance. I only ask... to be given a way to live."

His voice was hoarse, filled with an unprecedented humility.

Cui Ming didn't stop walking, only casually uttering a sentence:

"Go then. If you say any more, you won't have to leave."

Without saying a word, Xia Liuqing simply helped Wugensheng, who had fallen to the ground, to his feet.

He knew that rather than letting Jin Feng help Wu Gensheng up so that he could take advantage of him, it would be better for him to help him up himself first.

After giving another shout, Gu Qiting, somewhat exhausted, and the four of them shakily descended the mountain.

Seeing this, the gaunt man hurriedly scrambled to his feet and followed in fear.

As for Liang Ting, who was seriously injured and unconscious, no one cared.

They probably just wanted to escape as quickly as possible, after all, they had seen Zuo Ruotong's miserable state.

What if that old man from the San Yi Sect loses his temper and rushes up to slaughter everyone? Who will be responsible if he dies?

Finally, the remnants of the Quanxing gang began to withdraw.

However, each of them had a faint blue sword mark on their chest.

Like a blade hanging over one's neck, it could fall at any moment.

Only after their figures disappeared around the bend in the mountain path did Cui Ming stop and turn to look at Zuo Ruotong.

Zuo Ruotong's aged face showed neither joy nor sorrow; he simply nodded slightly.

"Master Cui handled the situation appropriately."

Cui Ming cupped his hands in greeting.

"Master Zuo is too kind. The Quanxing sect has now retreated. The most urgent task is to deal with the Japanese air raids."

His gaze swept over the corpses on the ground.

"These bodies need to be dealt with as soon as possible."

“Our Divine Machine Alliance has some methods; leave it to us to handle.”

Zuo Ruotong remained silent for a moment, then slowly nodded.

"We will do as Master Cui says."

"In addition, there is one more thing."

Cui Ming continued.

"I would like to trouble Immortal Master Zuo to gather all the disciples. I have a few things that need to be distributed."

Chapter 229 Hunters often appear in the form of prey.

After the remnants of the Quanxing gang withdrew, only a mess and corpses remained on the mountain path.

Cui Ming didn't say much, but with a wave of his hand, dozens of Shadow Spider puppets silently crawled out from the shadows of the rocks and the gaps in the trees.

These puppets were entirely black, with eight slender legs, and moved silently, like flowing shadows.

They quickly dispersed, and with great efficiency, gathered the scattered corpses of Quanxing into an open space.

The spider's legs deftly flipped over, examining the condition of each corpse, before securing it with silk threads.

Then, several puppets worked together to send the corpses one by one into the entrance of the Devouring Sac that Cui Ming had opened.