Demonic Demoness Training Project

Lu Li sighed deeply, then got up, stamped his foot, walked to the dressing mirror, and looked himself up and down.

As the saying goes, clothes make the man and a saddle makes the horse. After Lu Li changed into the puppet, even without makeup, her appearance was still top-notch. This outfit added even more charm to her.

The girl cupped her face, feeling dizzy, and steam rose from her head like boiling water.

puff~

The Lingtu Instrument was too hot. After cooling down, Lu Li immediately regained his senses. Looking at himself in the mirror, Lu Li's cheeks turned even redder in an instant.

"No, no, something's not right. How could I like this? Ughhhh!"

"Just accept your fate, my disciple. You're just cut out for this."

Duan Lao's voice carried a hint of mockery, but she would never tell Lu Li that all of this was due to the influence of the Lingtu Instrument. The Lingtu Ancestor was indeed worthy of being called the Lingtu Ancestor; even after so long since his death, he could still benefit future generations.

Lu Li covered his slightly feverish head, which felt a bit dizzy. He checked the flaw notification that popped up in the corner of his vision.

[Flaw: The third and seventh deduction arrays of the Spirit Chart Instrument overheated, causing all heat dissipation arrays to collapse]

"No wonder it is said that if one part of this instrument is moved, the whole body will be affected. It is the same Lingtu instrument, but the Lingtu Ancestor did not encounter this problem back then. When I put it on my body, it overheated."

It seems that the application scenarios were different. When Lingtu Ancestor activated this mechanical device, he may not have installed it inside his body like he did.

For his ice puppet body, dissipating heat was not a difficult task.

Whether connecting the cryogenic chamber and the Lingtu instrument for liquid cooling, or moving the Lingtu instrument to the temple side to fit against the glass temporal bone and ice muscle for heat dissipation, the requirements can be easily met.

After a quick assessment, Lu Li chose the former, because the Spirit Chart Instrument was too biased to one side, which would make his head feel unbalanced.

At this moment, Lu Li heard the female disciple's voice coming from outside the door:

"Your Holiness, are you ready? Is the dress suitable?"

Lu Li slapped his forehead and hurriedly opened the cave door. The moment the female disciples saw Lu Li, their eyes lit up.

The other person's appearance was so stunning that even as a woman, one couldn't help but feel longing for her.

"The size is just right, what's wrong?"

Lu Li asked the question, and the female disciple stood there blankly, involuntarily squeezing her legs together. After a long while, she finally said:

"Ah, that's right. There will probably be a few more sets later. As long as the size is fine, we'll report it to the sect."

"it is good."

Lu Li activated the Spirit Map Instrument and took a quick look. He immediately discovered that of the four female disciples who had come, three were normal humans, while the one in the lead was actually a puppet.

“A puppet.”

"My disciple, look how beautiful you are! Even I'm mesmerized by you, tsk tsk tsk~"

"Get lost, this only proves... proves that this puppet is too intelligent, okay?"

"If one's intelligence is high enough, how could one be detected by your spirit chart instrument? My good disciple, as beautiful as a flower."

"no!"

Lu Li immediately retorted. Although he remained expressionless, he felt a little smug inside.

"Keep it up! In my eyes, you'll always be the most beautiful! Hehehehehe..."

"Get out of here!"

Chapter 162 The chance of encountering a spirit is too high! [Requesting monthly votes]

After exchanging a few pleasantries and seeing off several female disciples, Lu Li left the cave and headed to the mission hall.

The blood source pump, the life-giving box, and the cryogenic machine mostly use common spiritual materials that can be purchased within the sect.

Excluding the three-stage ice spirit cores that haven't been shipped yet, the remaining spirit materials include one two-stage spirit core each of fire and wood attributes, costing a total of 5,500 spirit stones.

Throughout the journey, Lu Li kept the Spirit Map Device running. He didn't deliberately investigate the elders he passed, for fear of being discovered. However, whenever he encountered a disciple, he would secretly investigate them.

He was astonished by what he found out. After investigating, he discovered that the sect's artifact spirit ratio was so high that it nearly made Lu Li's jaw drop. He had investigated a total of 120 outer sect disciples, and among them were 13 puppets, a ratio exceeding one-tenth.

What's even more terrifying is that these puppets blended into the crowd, with the human disciples around them chatting and laughing. Not only were they completely unaware of this, but even the puppets themselves seemed oblivious to it.

Most of these puppets are secretly raised by the elders, who can use the excuse of a grand competition during festivals to bring them out for cricket fighting, such as this selection of the Holy Maiden.

On average, one in ten disciples is a puppet. If they were to rebel, Lu Li simply couldn't imagine what would happen.

From the perspective of the White Moon Palace, it seems like a nine-on-one situation, with the advantage in our hands, and we can easily suppress them. In reality, the situation is far more serious than that.

Firstly, these puppets generally possess high levels of cultivation and mastery of puppetry techniques, because puppets lacking comprehension and potential have long been recycled, and those that remain are all elites.

Secondly, many of these puppets hold important positions and have access to the sect's heritage and core areas. The puppets sent in by powerful families are ultimately outsiders, and the sect's higher-ups are more willing to trust the puppets in their own hands than these people.

Lu Li's gaze swept around, lost in thought, but Elder Duan seemed to read his mind and said:

"The more human-like they appear in normal times, the more deadly they will be when they rebel; the more loyal they are in normal times, the more insane they will become when they realize the truth. If these puppets rebel, they will first cause panic, and everyone will feel insecure. With just a little guidance, even the living will doubt their own identities."

This time, Lu Li did not refute, because Elder Duan had the same idea as him.

Extending further outwards, not only the puppets, but also all the wooden crows within the sect are artifact spirits. If the wooden crows collectively rebel, the sect's intelligence system will be completely paralyzed in a short period of time.

Perhaps this will be a great help to him in his future fight against Ying Wango.

"However, you need to think carefully about the rebellion. Some puppets have backup plans left by the higher-ups of the White Moon Palace. Once they discover the betrayal, they will immediately destroy themselves."

"what?"

"Oh, not all puppets have this. Since ancient times, there has never been a precedent of a puppet spirit successfully rebelling, at least not recorded in history books. So their vigilance is not as high as you imagine. These self-destruct mechanisms are mainly to avoid being captured by the enemy."

Lu Li remained silent, silently memorizing what Elder Duan had said, and activated all four cores in order to find the flaw in the solution.

"Furthermore, these disciples are only at the Open Source Realm, which is not enough in front of the higher-ups of the White Moon Palace. If they were to confront a Creation Realm expert head-on, a large number of them would definitely die. Without a leader and lacking high-level combat power, they are not of great use."

"Perhaps, I can become that flag bearer."

"Ok?"

Upon hearing this, Old Duan was taken aback at first, then smiled.

In the past, Duan Xuanyuan always felt that Lu Li was unambitious, not because he was not hardworking enough, nor because he was talented, but because he lacked ambition.

I don't know when it started, or if it was because he put on the holy maiden's robes, but this wicked disciple seems to have changed, becoming more ambitious than before.

Those who carry the flag are those who turn the tide and do what others dare not do, and those who dare not take on what others dare not accept.

If you don't even have this much ambition, then what's the point of cultivating immortality?

It's a good thing to have this idea!

Therefore, Duan Xuanyuan said:

"Very well, your master will be watching. If one day you are unable to turn the tide, you can entrust your body to your master. If you can unleash the full power of this body, your master will be able to unleash twelve times its power."

"Hmph, hand over my body to you? You're not even going to put on an act anymore."

“Since you already know, I have nothing to hide from you. The conditions remain the same. No matter what you’ve done, you are still my most promising disciple, hehehe.”

At this point, Duan Xuanyuan suddenly laughed, and Lu Li couldn't tell how much sincerity was in his words.

……

Three months later, on the back mountain of Xuanming Mountain, in the main vein of the third spirit mine of Baiyue Palace.

It was nighttime, and Mu Sixian sat upright in a makeshift tent, recovering from her injuries.

Because of her defeat in that duel, the Grand Elder was very disappointed in her. In addition, the Grand Elder had taken in several new disciples from who-knows-where, making her situation even more difficult.

The puppet in her hand was mostly damaged. Without the support of the Grand Elder, she used her own savings to barely buy materials to repair it, but her status in the sect plummeted as a result.

After some twists and turns, she was transferred here to guard the mine and fight against the Qingyang Palace.

In the past month and a half, the disciples of the two sects have clashed no less than twenty times, with each side having its own victories and defeats. In particular, Yang Jue, the first holy son of Qingyang Palace, is the most formidable, as he actually possesses three three-turn mechanical artifacts.

This guy arrived at the battlefield just the day before yesterday and severely injured her. He even killed an elder at the Spirit Pivot Realm.

It was raining heavily outside the tent, with occasional claps of thunder breaking the night.

Mu Sixian felt bitter inside. After thinking it over, she realized that she could only blame herself for being less skilled and failing to live up to the Grand Elder's expectations.

Boom!

Thunder roared, and Mu Sixian's heart skipped a beat. If it were just ordinary thunder, it wouldn't be so bad, but the moment this thunder sounded, a terrifying aura spread out.

"Enemy attack! It's an enemy attack!"

"Hahaha, I'm back! Where's that little wench surnamed Mu? Did she run back to recuperate from her injuries?"

"presumptuous!"

Mu Sixian stood up abruptly and rushed out of the tent. Behind her, her rainbow-colored feather robe suddenly opened, revealing a mechanical roc flying in mid-air.

The mechanical roc was over two zhang long from head to tail, with a wingspan of nine zhang, resembling a small star raft, and its entire body was crackling with electric arcs.

This is a third-stage beast-shaped puppet—the Golden-Winged Roc!

On the back of this mechanical roc stood a young man, hands on his hips, his face full of arrogance. He was none other than Yang Jue, the first holy son of Qingyang Palace!

Mu Sixian knew she was no match for him, but remembering the elder's expectations, she had to bite the bullet and go for it. The fans on both sides of her Rainbow Feather Robe whipped up a whirlwind and blasted towards Yang Jue.

"This tactic is useless!"

Yang Jue rode the Golden-Winged Roc, his movements as fast as lightning, and Mu Sixian's air superiority vanished.

Bang bang bang!

The two figures clashed, and in the short time it takes to drink a cup of tea, they had exchanged hundreds of blows in the air. Mu Sixian fought desperately, but in the end, she was no match for the Golden-Winged Roc. The roc seized the opportunity and struck her down, slamming her heavily to the ground.

Chapter 163 The Rebel Disciple Meets

"Just who is this Yang Jue? Even Mu Sixian is no match for him?"

"According to rumors, this person murdered his own master a few years ago, seized the assets of a cultivator at the Creation Realm, and nearly squandered everything after his master's death, which is how he achieved his current status."

"To betray one's master and ancestors like this, that's truly the act of a beast."

"Stop talking, let's run for our lives, this mine is probably doomed."

Several members of the White Moon Palace whispered among themselves. Seeing Mu Sixian being shot down, they were all shocked and trembled, almost wanting to run away first.

However, Yang Jue, using some kind of magical device, was able to hear their conversation clearly from three miles away, high in the sky.

He glanced sideways at the group, his body crackling with electricity, veins bulging on his forehead, and cursed:

"Huh? Who said I betrayed my master and ancestors? My master has always been Elder Hou. How can you say I betrayed my master and ancestors? Hmph, I'll deal with you all slowly after I capture this girl alive."

After saying that, he urged the golden-winged roc beneath him to fly towards the place where Mu Sixian had fallen.

Amidst the thunderous roar, the Golden-Winged Roc opened its beak, and a ball of lightning shot out from it. This ball of lightning continuously accumulated the power of thunder and quickly expanded to the size of a millstone.

At the same time, Mu Sixian struggled to her feet, only to find that her legs were numb. She tried to use her wings to avoid the attack, but was met with Yang Jue's merciless mockery:

"Still struggling? As long as the Spirit Pivot doesn't emerge, I am invincible, hahaha."

"cough……"

The aura emanating from the lightning ball overhead was scorching and violent, seemingly capable of annihilating all living beings in the world. It was like divine retribution or a blazing sun, filling those who saw it with despair. Mu Sixian seemed to resign herself to her fate and closed her eyes until the thunder roared again.

boom!

The surrounding temperature rose sharply, and the tingling sensation on my body gradually turned into itching and pain, and then into excruciating pain.

However, the attack did not land as expected; instead, a cool sensation washed over you.

Am I dead? My body is cold now?

Is this what death feels like?

It didn't seem to hurt as much as I had imagined.

As Mu Sixian thought this, the sound of wind and thunder in her ears never stopped, as if reminding her that she was still alive.

Besides the acrid smell of thunder burning the earth, there was also a faint, pleasant fragrance.

Mu Sixian tentatively opened her eyes, only to see a petite figure standing in front of her, her cloud-patterned skirt fluttering slightly, and her silk and satin swaying in the wind.

The newcomer stood in a lunge stance. Although he was not tall, his body was as steady as Mount Tai. Just as Mu Sixian opened her eyes, there were still remnants of lightning around him that had not yet dissipated.

Did she block the attack just now?

Who exactly is she, to withstand such an attack with her bare body?