Under One Person: The Puppet Immortal in the Tang Sect

"Right? Friends from the Tang Clan. This puppet is quite exquisite, but it's not careful enough. It's staring too directly at me, and that murderous aura is making my neck itch."

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

The caravan members looked at the young man with suspicion and uncertainty, and then subconsciously turned their gazes to Cui Ming in the caravan.

Although Cui Ming was somewhat surprised to have his whereabouts exposed, he did not panic.

He knew that denying or forcibly covering up his true intentions in front of such people would only make him look bad.

Moreover, Cui Ming also had some guesses about the young man's background.

Under the young man's watchful gaze, which held amusement.

From the shadows on both sides of the road came a rustling and clicking sound.

One, two, three...

Six shadow spider puppets, each with a different shape and completely black in color, emerged one by one from behind bushes in the corner, from tree canopies, and from crevices in rocks.

They were like agile assassins, their eyes fixed on everyone present.

He quietly lowered his body, still maintaining a fierce posture as if he could suddenly launch an attack at any moment.

The sudden appearance of this group of grotesque mechanical creations sent chills down the spines of the caravan members, who instinctively took a half-step back, their palms, gripping their weapons, drenched in cold sweat.

They then realized just how terrifying this young employer, who had been silent and somewhat neurotic and occasionally gestured at the air, truly was.

What surprised them even more was...

Cui Ming, who always carried a huge wooden box and appeared to be a frail man.

Unbeknownst to them, they emerged silently from the shadows of the trees behind the caravan leader and his companions, like ghosts.

He had clearly left the car formation long ago, and they hadn't noticed at all.

Cui Ming ignored the horrified looks of the caravan members and walked straight into the center of the arena.

He bowed respectfully to the lazy young man.

His tone was calm, showing no sign of embarrassment at being exposed.

"Cui Ming of the Tang Clan greets Senior Brother."

He raised his head, his clear gaze taking in the other person, and continued speaking.

"This senior brother possesses a restrained and subtle divine aura, his energy perfectly smooth and flawless, like a deep pool or ancient well; his spirit is complete and his energy abundant to this extent..."

"I wonder which distinguished disciple from the Celestial Master's Mansion of Longhu Mountain is here?"

Upon hearing this, the young man scratched his somewhat disheveled hair, and the lazy smile on his face seemed to become more genuine as he casually replied.

"Longhu Mountain, Zhang Zhiwei".

These six simple words caused Cui Ming, who had been maintaining his composure, to slightly narrow his pupils and feel a surge of shock in his heart!

Zhang Zhiwei?!

It was this person?

The pinnacle of the future, the ceiling of combat power second only to one person!

Why did he come down the mountain so early? And why did I run into him in this desolate wilderness?!

Yes!

After a secret duel between Zhang Zhiwei and Zhang Huaiyi on Longhu Mountain, Zhang Jingqing ordered Zhang Zhiwei to go down the mountain for training.

After figuring it out, Cui Ming quickly concealed his momentary surprise.

But it still couldn't escape Zhang Zhiwei's perception.

He tilted his head with interest, looking at Cui Ming.

"Oh? This Junior Brother Cui... seems to have heard of me?"

Chapter 45 Ceiling

Hearing Zhang Zhiwei's words.

Cui Ming immediately composed himself, revealing no flaw on his face.

Following the other person's words, I replied in a slightly sentimental tone.

"But I heard it mentioned by my senior brother Li Ding from the sect."

"Senior Brother Li Ding still thinks highly of Senior Brother Zhang Zhiwei..."

His words were half true and half false. Li Ding and Zhang Zhiwei had indeed crossed paths before, and this was a perfect excuse for him.

Upon hearing Li Ding's name, a subtle look of understanding flashed across Zhang Zhiwei's face. As if remembering something, his expression turned one of deep admiration.

"So you know Senior Brother Li Ding! I wonder how he is doing now?"

When Zhang Zhiwei heard Cui Ming talk about his senior brother Li Ding, whom he admired, he also became enthusiastic.

After Cui Ming learned the other party's identity, he did not suspect anything. After all, the only person who could know about Senior Brother Li Ding and still have such an expression was Zhang Zhiwei.

"Perhaps the next time Senior Brother Zhang sees Senior Brother Li Ding, there will be a pleasant surprise."

Seeing that Zhang Zhiwei was somewhat arrogant but also relatively approachable, Cui Ming's initial wariness dissipated considerably.

With a thought from Cui Ming, even more Shadow Spider puppets lurking all around crawled out from even more unexpected places.

Together with the six Shadow Spiders that had appeared earlier, they leaped into the air and, like Transformers, quickly disassembled and reassembled.

In a dazzling display of mechanical manipulation, five menacing, menacing flying guillotines were assembled in a mere instant!

Each Blood Droplet is composed of six Shadow Spider puppets, and each fang is made up of the Shadow Spider's sharp claws.

These five bell-shaped killing weapons spun terrifyingly in the air, accompanied by gusts of eerie wind, before finally flying back obediently in turn.

It fits perfectly into the slot on the side of the huge wooden box behind Cui Ming, as if it were part of the box itself.

This is an exquisite and effortless puppet mechanism technique.

The sheer awe and wonder of the instantaneous transformation left everyone present speechless.

Needless to say, the caravan members looked at Cui Ming as if he were a god or a demon.

Even Zhang Zhiwei, who had been acting nonchalantly and lazily, finally showed a hint of surprise and keen interest in his eyes.

He had indeed sensed several subtle gazes fixed on him.

This chilling killing intent, unique to the Tang Clan, made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

Therefore, Zhang Zhiwei, who appears lazy and relaxed on the surface, is actually always on guard and secretly on guard.

After all, who knows if this Tang Clan member was just a chance encounter or if he came on a mission?

The Tang Clan doesn't have a very good reputation in the martial arts world.

When the Tang Clan makes a move, it's a fight to the death!

These eight words are an ironclad rule built upon countless lives lost in the martial arts world, leaving him no choice but to be cautious.

But at this moment, Cui Ming so decisively put away the puppet metal that even he hadn't fully discovered, taking the initiative to show goodwill.

This, on the contrary, aroused Zhang Zhiwei's great interest.

He looked Cui Ming up and down, especially at the seemingly ordinary wooden box behind him, and his lazy smile turned somewhat fiery.

"Interesting! When did the Tang Clan produce such a remarkable puppeteer as you?"

"Junior brother, your puppetry skills are so impressive, I'm itching to try them out! How about lending a hand?"

Upon hearing this, Cui Ming displayed a perfectly appropriate look of embarrassment and cupped his hands in a gesture of respect.

"Senior Brother Zhang, please forgive me. I am on a mission for our sect to escort these materials to their destination. It is really inconvenient for me to fight with you here."

"If the trip is delayed, I, your junior brother, will have a hard time explaining it when I return to the sect."

He paused, then changed the subject, a hint of fighting spirit igniting in his eyes.

"However, once this mission is completed, if Senior Brother Zhang is still interested, I will certainly accompany you and learn a great deal from you!"

Having cultivated for so long, his strength has been advancing by leaps and bounds, and he has also combined the system with many trump cards. Cui Ming really wants to give it a try.

How big is the gap between myself and the true geniuses of this era?

Zhang Zhiwei clicked his tongue in disappointment, but didn't insist.

But then he rolled his eyes and suddenly laughed.

"A mission? What a coincidence! My master didn't specify where I had to go on this trip down the mountain for training, and I'm just bored out of my mind."

"Since you're going this way, I'll just go with you. That way, once you've finished your mission, we can have a good fight!"

Upon hearing this, Cui Ming's lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

A future master has volunteered to join me; whether this is a blessing or a curse remains to be seen.

But since things had come to this point, he couldn't refuse outright, so he could only nod in agreement.

"I would be delighted if Senior Brother Zhang were to join us."

"The journey is rather tedious, I hope you won't find it unpleasant, senior brother."

"No problem, no problem."

Zhang Zhiwei waved his hand with a smile and walked over to the caravan on his own.

However, his gaze kept drifting towards the wooden box behind Cui Ming, clearly filled with curiosity about his puppetry skills.

Seeing this, the caravan leader, though filled with awe for the two masters, still had to continue the escort mission.

He quickly instructed his subordinates to help tie up the bandits who had been beaten to near death by Zhang Zhiwei, preparing to send them to the government office in the town ahead to exchange them for a reward.

At the same time, the convoy was reorganized and ready to set off again.

This time, however, there was an extra lazy young man in the team.

Zhang Zhiwei's involvement completely disrupted Cui Ming's originally peaceful journey of brain research.

He could no longer concentrate as much of his mind as before to deduce various new techniques.

The caravan leader, Wan Qian, seemed convinced that traveling with these two experts would ensure his safety.