Under One Person: The Puppet Immortal in the Tang Sect

Within the mental link, a warning sound came from the cyborgs on the perimeter.

"My lord, someone is coming. Three people from the east, and they are very fast."

Cui Ming's lips curled up slightly.

Again.

These "surprises" never stopped along the way.

The Curse-Binding Society never shows mercy to those who dare to challenge their authority.

Starting from Okayama Prefecture, there have been a constant stream of oddballs who have come to my door.

Some are members of the Curse Binding Society from nearby counties and cities, hoping to gain some credit and rise to the top in one step;

Some were stragglers from the Demon Alliance, wanting to take the opportunity to show their faces in front of the Curse-Binding Association and demonstrate their loyalty;

Some even wanted to use their heads as a pledge of allegiance to join the Curse Binding Society.

In total, Cui Ming and his team have dealt with countless waves of attacks.

At first, Cui Ming found it annoying, but he got used to it later.

Anyway, these materials delivered to our door are all free experimental materials.

After the modifications are completed, they can be released and further infiltrated throughout the entire island nation.

If everyone is happy, why not?

"Let them in."

Cui Ming gave the order via the mental link.

"Let's see what kind of excuse this group has prepared this time."

No one took it seriously. Even the weakest member of the Meifumen Academy simply moved closer to Cui Ming without being overly wary.

A moment later, three figures darted out of the woods and landed at the edge of the camp.

The leader was a man in his thirties, dressed in a black ninja outfit, with two short swords at his waist.

Two young men followed behind him, also dressed as ninjas, but their auras were much weaker.

"Hmph! I've finally found you rats."

The man gave a cold laugh.

"You guys managed to evade the Curse-Binding Society and the Demon Alliance's extensive searches all the way. I thought you'd be hard to find."

They actually dare to set up camp and rest here so brazenly? It seems the Curse Binding Society is nothing special after all.

Upon hearing this, Cui Ming gained an understanding of the opinions of other extraordinary individuals in the island nation regarding their group.

It makes sense; they managed to appear unharmed in the area near Osaka, right under the noses of so many people.

The only way they could go was to be first-rate at escaping and hiding. If they were truly powerful, their name would have been known throughout the underworld long ago.

Since they hadn't caused any casualties along the way, others naturally assumed that they lacked combat capabilities.

Choi Myung, served by Yong-eun, dismounted from the carriage and looked at him with great interest.

"The Curse-Binding Society has offered a bounty? How much?"

The man was taken aback, then roared angrily.

"Stop talking nonsense! Surrender obediently, or you'll suffer physical pain!"

Cui Ming grinned mischievously.

"Do you know why so many people couldn't find us, our target was so obvious?"

The man sensed the extreme confidence in Cui Ming's words, glanced around warily, and found that only a few people had gathered in the woods. He immediately became more assertive.

"How could those good-for-nothings compare to me? Today, you've met—a Jonin of the Koga school, a descendant of Hattori Hanzo!"

Before he could finish speaking, he vanished from the spot in a flash.

Is this the escape technique of the Koga-ryu ninja?

Cui Ming pursed his lips but didn't move.

The next second, a scream came from mid-air.

The man fell out from behind a tree, one of his arms missing.

A pale blue light was eroding his flesh at the wound site.

A shadow spider crawled out from the shade of the tree behind the ninja, still carrying the severed arm in its mouth.

"Koga-ryu Jonin?"

Cui Ming shook his head.

"That's it?"

Compared to Bihe Ren, they are far inferior, which is truly disappointing.

He walked up to the man, and an invisible thread emerged, suspending the man in mid-air. He then placed his hand on the man's forehead.

A pale blue light surged in.

A moment later, the man opened his eyes, his gaze empty, before regaining its clarity.

He looked at Cui Ming with fervent eyes.

"Lord!"

Cui Ming stood up and looked at the other two young men who were already terrified.

"Take it away and hand it over to Bai Lian."

Cui Ming's eyes were full of anticipation for the new experiment.

"Perfect timing to try this new method."

Yongen leaned in beside him and whispered.

"My lord, this is the seventh batch already."

If this continues, the Curse Binding Society will probably realize something is wrong.

Cui Ming nodded.

“I know. That’s why we’re going to Osaka.”

He gazed into the distance, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

"Besides, Osaka is the territory of many conglomerates such as Mitsubishi and Sumitomo. Once we get there, we won't be fugitives, but honored guests."

......

Meanwhile, somewhere in an island nation.

The headquarters of the Curse Binding Society, in a dimly lit secret room.

Several elderly men sat together, with a piece of intelligence laid out in front of them.

"Ghost Devourer is still alive."

An elderly man with white hair said in a deep voice.

"And they were with the group that kidnapped Mifukumon."

"sure?"

"Confirmed. News from Okayama Prefecture indicates that someone spotted him in the pursuit team."

A brief silence fell over the sealed room.

Oni-don was one of the earliest members to join the Curse-Binding Society.

Having died too many times, he had long lost his mind and become the most loyal puppet of the Great God.

But now, he appears among a group of people of unknown origin.

what does this mean?

"Does Omikami know?"

Another old man asked.

The white-haired old man shook his head.

"Not yet. Our people intercepted that message."

"why?"

The white-haired old man remained silent for a moment, then spoke slowly.

"Because I feel that this might be an opportunity."

The white-haired old man raised his head and looked at the others.

"Do you still remember why we joined the Curse Binding Society in the first place?"

No one answered.

The white-haired old man continued.

"It's to give those with innate superhuman abilities a way to survive."

But now? We've become the Great God's tools, his experimental subjects for immortality.

Each time a new member dies, they lose a bit of their sanity, and sooner or later they become mindless puppets.

Is this the way out we've been looking for?

Who among those present didn't understand this principle? But if they were capable of doing something, they wouldn't have remained silent in the Curse-Binding Society for so many years.

Someone asked in a low voice.

"So, what exactly do you want?"

The white-haired old man did not answer, but only said...

"Find Oni-Tun, find that group of people. Since they were able to restore Oni-Tun's sanity, perhaps... they can help us too."

Silence fell again in the sealed room.