Under One Person: The Puppet Immortal in the Tang Sect

I also want to thank all the godfathers for enjoying the stories I write!

Especially the two generous donors who gave Wang a gift during this period!

And to everyone who voted for Wang with so many monthly tickets and recommendation votes!

Wang will write this Tang Clan story well, and the story will definitely be even more exciting in the future!

Thank you again for your love and support! (○｀ 3′○) Love you all~

Chapter 61 Setting up a trap

Gao Gen took a deep breath and sat up abruptly from the bed, like a drowning person surfacing, his chest heaving violently.

He gasped for breath in terror, his vision blurring before slowly focusing.

What comes into view is a room that is quite tidy and clean.

The ceiling above was the kind of wooden ceiling typical of inns.

Beneath him was a simple, clean wooden bed, and he was covered with clean, dry, and warm bedding.

where is this?

How did I end up here?

Gao Gen propped himself up on his arms and sat up, a sharp pain shooting through his head.

It made him groan softly.

Fragments of shattered memories flooded my mind like a tidal wave...

In order to hunt down those notorious villains, Corpse-Splitting Tiger and Black-Faced Owl, he went to great lengths to track them down and finally found out that they had been subdued and sent to the government office and imprisoned.

He even went so far as to seek out Liu, a person above him, to disguise himself as a nobleman sent by higher-ups, intending to lure them out of prison under the guise of interrogation, and then kill them.

But when he arrived, all that remained in the prison was a shocking scene of blood.

The person, however, vanished without a trace.

The trail went cold, and he couldn't believe these guys would die so mysteriously.

I want to see him alive, or I want to see his body!

Thus, Gao Gen, relying on his prestige from his years of involvement with the Quanxing sect, gathered a group of restless Quanxing members.

They offered him large sums of money, intending to intercept caravans that might be involved in the matter, hoping to force him to reveal the whereabouts of the Corpse-Splitter Tiger and his men, or to find new clues.

However, he still underestimated the madness of the hyenas.

Before the caravan even appeared, these guys had already attacked him from the dense forest!

Those hideous faces seem to still be right before my eyes.

"Gao Gen! Stop pretending to be so high and mighty! Everyone knows what you're up to by hiring the Corpse-Splitting Tigers!"

"Exactly! You can kill them today, but what if you don't like us tomorrow and want to wipe us all out too?"

"Brothers, strike first! Take him down!"

Thus, a bloody internal conflict erupted.

With his formidable cultivation and the exquisite techniques of the One Qi Sect, he fought a bloody battle!

He quickly killed these greedy, backstabbing bastards one by one!

But two fists can't fight four hands, not to mention that most of the Quanxing members use strange and bizarre methods to harm people.

He vaguely remembered that among these people, one was skilled in Gu poison and the other was a master of evil arts from the Wild Mao Mountain.

The two of them joined forces to cast spells on him; the excruciating pain of the insidious Gu worms entering his body, the powerlessness brought on by the bizarre and sinister technique that twisted his bones...

In his final, hazy moments, he seemed to see a series of bizarre mechanical puppets slaughtering the last few people, and then...

A face that inexplicably made him feel familiar and at ease entered his field of vision.

Yes! That's it.

A flash of blue light appeared in Gao Gen's eyes. He shook his still throbbing head, and his thoughts gradually became clearer.

It seems someone saved him at the last minute.

Are they from that caravan?

Who exactly was the person who saved him?

Unable to figure it out, Gao Gen simply stopped thinking about it, carefully gathered his true qi, and tried to circulate his cultivation technique to heal himself.

The true qi within the body circulates continuously.

Gao Gen was surprised to find that although the flow of true qi was much more sluggish than usual, there was a strange sense of stagnation when circulating it throughout the body.

But the poison and the sinister magic that should have been entrenched in the body had completely disappeared!

Apart from feeling a bit weak and experiencing some soreness in my limbs, I'm otherwise fine.

"It seems to be a side effect of poisoning and that evil magic."

Gao Gen made a judgment without delving into the abnormality of the malfunction, attributing it simply to the fact that his injury had not yet healed.

The person who can crack these methods must be a master in the field, with extraordinary skills.

He sat cross-legged, focused his mind and calmed his breath, slowly guiding his vital energy to circulate through his meridians, nourishing his depleted body.

The Qi Sect's techniques are balanced and peaceful, and their therapeutic effects are also remarkable.

After about an hour, he felt that his hands and feet had regained some strength.

Although they are far from being at their peak, they at least have basic mobility and self-defense capabilities.

We can't stay here any longer.

He urgently needs to figure out where he is, who his rescuers are, and what their purpose is.

Gao Gen slowly stood up and walked unsteadily to the door of the room.

He took a deep breath and composed himself.

Then, gently pushed open the door—

What comes into view is a quiet and simple wooden corridor, with the faint aroma of food and the faint sounds of people talking in the air.

He was slightly taken aback, still somewhat dazed...

This was different from what he had expected. Had he really struck it lucky? Had he run into a good person?

"Ouch!"

A gasp interrupted his thoughts.

A waiter wearing a coarse cloth jacket and a white towel draped over his shoulder stood at the door carrying a wooden tray.

Clearly startled by Gao Gen standing blankly at the door, the bowls and plates on the plate rattled.

"Sir! You...you're awake?"

The waiter composed himself and put on a professional smile.

"You're finally awake! You've been sleeping for a whole day and night."

"Perfect timing. There's a guest in a private room upstairs who has instructed us to invite you up for a chat if you wake up."

It really is an inn.

Gao Gen was filled with questions, but he remained calm and nodded.

"Please show me the way."

Following the child up the creaking wooden stairs, we arrived at the door of a private room.

Just as the waiter was about to knock on the door to ask something, the door to the private room creaked open.

A young girl with a cold face and a tall, straight posture carried two swords on her back, her eyes sharp as knives.

She glanced at the waiter, who was so frightened that he quickly shrank back.

"My lord invites you in."

The cold words were like a sharp sword light, causing Gao Gen to frown.

The young woman made way for the entrance to the private room, and the waiter quickly retreated.

'A maid with such an air about her? She's extraordinary...'

Gao Gen pondered to himself, but his steps did not falter as he entered the private room.

The girl stepped outside, silently closed the door, and waited outside.

The table in the private room was laden with food and drinks, and a slightly thin young man was dressed in an ordinary blue cloth robe.

Gao Gen didn't hesitate and stepped forward, bowing respectfully to the young man.

"My name is Gao Gen. Thank you for saving my life."

That young man was none other than Cui Ming.

He raised his head, revealing a handsome face with a strangely friendly air, smiled slightly, and waved his hand.

"Brother Gao Gen, there's no need for such formalities. Please have a seat."

His voice was calm, revealing little emotion.

After Gao Gen took his seat, Cui Ming didn't beat around the bush and directly revealed his identity.

"My name is Cui Ming, and I am the current head of the Tang Clan's Craftsmanship Hall."

He paused, observing Gao Gen's reaction, and continued.

“A few days ago, I was passing by an official road when I found my brother Gao unconscious in the nearby woods.”

"Seeing that you were covered in wounds, as if you had been through a fierce battle, and that your opponent used some of the same underhanded methods as the Quanxing Sect, I took you back and tried to treat you."

Upon hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed in Gao Gen's single eye.

"Tang Clan?...Master Cui?"

He truly didn't expect that the person who saved him would be from the Tang Clan, let alone that the other party was such a young man who was already the head of a hall.