Under One Person: The Puppet Immortal in the Tang Sect

The next step is to apply this principle to the Xuanji Armor, and even...

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhiwei across from him had a knowing look in his eyes.

Although he knew that Cui Ming's explanation must have some reservations.

However, the intricacies of this combination of mechanical puppetry and illusion arrays cannot be fully explained in just a few words.

It might even involve the core secrets of the Tang Clan. It's already rare that Cui Ming could talk to such an extent.

Besides, Zhang Zhiwei is not the type to pry into things, especially not at this moment.

The two had just engaged in a fierce battle, which, though seemingly brief, involved the use of all their skills and was fraught with danger.

Golden Light Mantra, Yang Five Thunders, Qi Poison, Mechanical Puppet... a variety of methods emerged one after another.

Anyone else would have been reincarnated long ago.

Zhang Zhiwei knew that although he had not used his full strength, Cui Ming's strength, cunning, and unpredictable mechanical skills were evident.

All of this has far exceeded his initial expectations.

If this continues, the sparring will lose its original meaning and could easily escalate into a real life-or-death struggle. At that point, it's very easy for him to lose control, which is not what he wants.

Thinking this, Zhang Zhiwei's gaze fell on Cui Ming, on the mechanical armor that gleamed with a cold metallic luster.

I was so busy thinking before, but now that I'm taking a closer look, I can't help but be amazed.

“Junior Brother Cui, the armor you are wearing... judging from its shape, could it be an improved version of the Black-Tailed Armor that Senior Brother Li Ding has been practicing?”

Cui Ming was taken aback by Zhang Zhiwei's abrupt and unconventional question.

He looked down at the mysterious armor on his body and readily nodded in agreement.

"Senior Brother Zhang has a good eye. This armor is indeed derived from the Black-tailed Armor. In every aspect, it far surpasses the Black-tailed Armor. Right now, this is just an experimental product, which the sect calls the Mysterious Armor."

"Wonderful!"

Zhang Zhiwei clapped his hands in admiration, his eyes full of appreciation.

"Senior Brother Li Ding is already exceptionally skilled in this field. Was this armor improved by him?"

"...nature."

Cui Ming's eyes lit up as he answered decisively.

"Indeed! Before I left the mountain, my master said that the world is so vast and full of talented and extraordinary people, we must never be narrow-minded."

"Having witnessed my junior brother's abilities today, I now know that what Master said was true!"

"This unpredictable puppetry technique, combined with the Tang Clan's unique skills, is truly breathtaking."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the mechanical creation that had put away its puppets and returned to its giant wooden box form.

Then, looking at Cui Ming's consistently calm and composed expression, he added meaningfully.

"Moreover, if my senses are correct, my junior brother just now... perhaps he didn't even use his full strength?"

Zhang Zhiwei could sense that Cui Ming's calm and composed demeanor, which indicated that Cui Ming had a lot of confidence in his trump cards.

The boy gave him a feeling akin to the deep sea.

On the surface, it appears calm, but beneath lies a turbulent undercurrent.

Upon hearing this, Cui Ming simply smiled.

He neither admitted nor denied it, and his face remained relaxed and carefree.

This composure, on the contrary, further confirmed Zhang Zhiwei's guess.

Seeing Cui Ming's appearance, Zhang Zhiwei's gaze, which usually carried a hint of laziness and condescension, unconsciously underwent a slight change.

There was a greater sense of equality, and even a touch of respect for the unknown.

This young disciple of the Tang Clan earned the heartfelt respect of this exceptional genius through his strength and wisdom.

"Haha! Good! Today's battle with my junior brother is truly interesting."

Zhang Zhiwei laughed loudly, dispelling the last trace of fighting spirit in the air.

"We've both used every trick in the book, and if we continue fighting, it might be difficult to control the situation. How about we call this a draw?"

Continuing to pester them is pointless. They're not from Quanxing, so there's no need to make things too ugly and damage this delicate relationship.

Cui Ming naturally understood the reasoning behind it and bowed in return.

"I have already benefited greatly from sparring with you, senior brother. As for the outcome, let's decide as you say."

Zhang Zhiwei waved his hand, appearing quite carefree.

He suddenly remembered that Cui Ming had mentioned that he still had a mission to complete, and that his purpose in entering the mortal world to cultivate was to see a wider world, so it was inconvenient for him to stay in one place for long.

"Junior Brother must still have missions to attend to, so I won't trouble you any further. Today's battle has broadened my horizons, and I look forward to discussing and exchanging ideas with you again in the future!"

After speaking, Zhang Zhiwei took one last look at Cui Ming and his wooden box, as if trying to etch this novel image into his mind.

Then, with a hearty laugh, he swayed and swept out of the valley like a gentle breeze.

After a few leaps, he disappeared into the distant mountains and forests, continuing his worldly cultivation journey with great enthusiasm.

In an instant, only Cui Ming remained in the valley, along with the chaotic traces of the battle.

As he watched Zhang Zhiwei leave, the relaxed smile on Cui Ming's face faded slightly.

His eyes regained their usual calm and focus.

With a wave of his right hand, several Shadow Spiders shot out from the wooden box and began to meticulously clean up the battlefield.

He meticulously cleaned up the scattered fragments of mechanisms, broken arrows, and even the soil tainted with Qi poison, sorting them into categories.

Having come from the Tang Clan, Cui Ming knew the importance of handling traces. Besides, if he didn't recycle and absorb his radiated true qi, the future of this land was uncertain.

After cleaning up all the remaining issues in the valley, ensuring that no trace was left behind.

Cui Ming did not chase after the caravan in the direction it had left.

He flashed and disappeared back into the forest.

They rushed towards the town they had come from.

His target was the heavily guarded government prison in the town.

after all...

"Those are all the best materials."

Cui Ming silently recited the words to himself, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

A few days ago, under Zhang Zhiwei's nose, he couldn't directly make a move against these people.

They simply drugged those serious offenders to ensure they were completely incapacitated.

That's right, the people Zhang Zhiwei dealt with were no ordinary bandits.

Instead, they were members of the Quanxing sect who took pleasure in killing and committed all sorts of evil deeds.

We can't let them leave so easily with such excellent materials...

Chapter 50 The Legend of Yama

Deep inside the town government's prison.

An indescribable chill permeated the air, mixed with the dampness accumulated over the years.

An ordinary person would get a serious illness if they stayed here for just a few days.

Because several notorious criminals who were wanted on the wanted list were detained here a few days ago, the higher-ups sent people down to investigate.

But when this important person sent from above, accompanied by the criminal clerk and several capable yamen runners, arrived at the prison...

Only then did they discover that the villains, who were supposedly members of the Quanxing Demon Clan, had all vanished.

The situation was even more bizarre in the specially made cells where they were held separately.

The ground was almost entirely covered in a layer of viscous blood, mixed with some unidentifiable debris.

All the Quanxing demons who were originally imprisoned inside have disappeared without exception.

Based on the amount of bleeding, the person is definitely dead, but we need to see the person alive or the body dead.

Now, things are really messed up; not only can we not find a corpse, but we can't even find a single intact bone.

Before the important person could speak, the criminal clerk frowned and first questioned the jailer on duty sternly whether he had neglected his duties, slacked off at night, and caused such a blunder.

However, the head of the prison guards in charge of this area turned pale and swore an oath to deny it.

He claimed that since the arrest of these criminals, the authorities have specifically increased the number of people patrolling at night.

Three shifts of people patrolled in shifts, not daring to relax for a moment.

All the guards on duty that night can testify that they did not find any unusual activity, the cell door chains were intact, and there was no record of anything amiss in the night patrol log.

To be on the safe side, the clerk ordered several prisoners from adjacent cells to be interrogated separately.

Although most of these prisoners were tough nut to crack, they all showed fear on their faces at this moment.

According to their respective testimonies, apart from hearing the usual snoring and sleep talking of some prisoners that night, they did not hear any cries for help, fighting, or unusual noises from next door.

What's most baffling is that even though they were separated by just a wall, they didn't smell a trace of blood.

It wasn't until this morning, when the important person arrived with his men to interrogate me, that the thick, suffocating smell of blood seemed to appear out of nowhere and instantly filled the entire prison cell.

The locks were intact, the night patrols continued uninterrupted, no neighboring criminals heard a sound, and no bloodstains were detected...

Numerous illogical points are intertwined, and no matter how closely they are examined, a reasonable explanation cannot be found.

The case file ultimately concluded with the verdict that "the case is bizarre and cannot be verified."

The government's helplessness and the inexplicable traces at the scene only added fuel to the fire.

This caused a terrifying rumor to spread uncontrollably throughout the prison and even the entire town, like a plague.

Even if those who commit numerous evils are imprisoned and protected by the law, they will still find it difficult to escape the clutches of Yama, the King of Hell!

And that so-called important person sent by higher-ups seems to have simply vanished from everyone's sight...

Let's talk about the person who started this paranormal event.