Novel Full Chapter 220: Divine Puppet (2)
Chapter 220: Chapter 220: Divine Puppet (2)
Li Feng looked at Goldie who now stood even taller than him.
It body also become broader and more imposing and he couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe.
“Truly deserving of the title Divine Puppet….” Li Feng murmured.
He reached out and placed his hand against Goldie wooden body as he rubbed it.
The surface was cool to the touch and yet beneath it radiated a warmth like a living vein.
Golden light rippled faintly under his palm as if responding to his contact.
For a brief moment, Li Feng felt as though he wasn’t touching a puppet at all …. but a living being.
Goldie remained motionless, yet its aura felt calm and steady as if silently awaiting his command.
Li Feng withdrew his hand, a satisfied smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
“Good. ” he murmured. “With you here, I will be even more reassured.”
With his words,
Suddenly, Goldie stretched out its powerful hand and its black cloak flew into its large wooden palm.
Whoosh.
“…”
Goldie’s golden lit eyes looked down at the cloak, which now seemed too small and couldn’t fit its taller, broader frame.
It simply stared at it in silence
Li Feng couldn’t help but chuckle softly at the sight.
“Looks like you seem to like having a cloak now.” he murmured, stepping closer. “Don’t worry, we’ll fix that.”
He reached into the air and drew out a roll of black cloth, much larger this time, and draped it properly over Goldie’s towering frame.
The cloak slid smoothly down the massive body, finally covering the broader chest and falling neatly along the legs.
With its whole body and head covered,
Soon, the infamous Cloak Puppet was back but this time much bigger and more powerful.
Li Feng stepped back and admired the sight.
Even beneath the cloak, Goldie’s presence was overwhelming….powerful, restrained and dignified.
“Perfect,” Li Feng muttered, a tint of pride slipping into his voice.
What had started as a simple way to hide Goldie’s appearance had somehow become something he genuinely liked.
The cloak suited Goldie.
It made him look even more menacing.
Mysterious.
Like a blade hidden in the dark.
Li Feng’s gaze shifted to the ten new puppets standing nearby, and a bright smile slowly spread across his face.
Whoosh.
Whoosh.
Whoosh.
With the careful hands of a tailor fitting clothes, Li Feng draped each of them in oversized cloaks to conceal their forms.
But unlike Goldie’s black cloak, theirs were pure white.
Black for the leader.
White for the rest.
The contrast felt strangely pleasing.
Li Feng crossed his arms, nodding in satisfaction at the circle of cloaked figures around him. Each one radiated strength.
Looking at them like this…
He couldn’t help but feel as if he had quietly built a secret force of his own.
“… That’s actually not a bad idea.”
He rubbed his chin, eyes narrowing thoughtfully.
Creating specialized puppets as a hidden faction…
It really could work.
He could create an assassin unit to handle the dirty work.
A guard unit to protect his women and property.
Maybe even scouts, spies, or carriers.
The more he thought about it, the faster his mind raced.
His gaze swept across the spacious Divine Brick and its near-perfect conditions.
The place was secluded.
Safe.
Overflowing with spiritual energy.
And with Little Ling easy to obtain Divine wood….
It was practically built for this.
“… I could make a puppet factory.”
The conclusion came naturally.
The Divine Brick was simply too perfect a place to develop his own force.
No one could spy on him.
No one could interfere.
With enough materials and Little Ling nurturing stronger souls…
Ten years?
No.
At this rate, maybe even one year was enough to create a terrifying hidden army depending on how many souls Little Ling could raise.
Li Feng nodded to himself, increasingly satisfied.
But then he tilted his head.
“…Though having the same design for all of them is a bit bland.”
Li Feng sighed and temporarily put the plan aside.
A puppet army sounded tempting… but it wasn’t something he could rush.
He would wait until he had more spirit stones to spare, then buy additional puppet blueprints.
Or better yet—
He could ask Wei Meilin to keep an eye out for them.
That woman handled money and resources far better than he ever could. With the Wei family’s channels, rare blueprints would be much easier to obtain.
Besides…
Spending spirit stones was far more reasonable than wasting his precious Favor Points on something like this.
Those points had much better uses.
With everything decided, he looked at the group of cloaked puppets and finally turned to the pressing matter at hand.
Like a commander addressing his soldiers, Li Feng straightened his back, clasped his hands behind him, and slowly walked in front of them.
“I know this is your first day…”
Then he gave them a serious look.
“…but I have a mission for all of you.”
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Outside the cave,
The sun had slowly risen, dyeing the surroundings in a soft misty light.
Nearby, several beautiful and heroic fairies sat in meditation.
One by one, they opened their eyes as faint smiles blooming on their faces.
After a full day of recovery, along with the flawless-grade pills Li Feng had given them, they were fully restored and brimming with energy.
All of them silently looked toward the cave, that have its entrance still tightly sealed.
Right beside the entrance sat a particularly beautiful figure.
Her expression was serious, her eyes sharp.
Even while resting, her posture remained straight and disciplined, like a dedicate servant awaiting her master’s call.
Though her robes were properly dressed, they couldn’t fully conceal her graceful curves.
The fabric stretched slightly across her large chest, while her slender waist and soft, childbearing hips formed an elegant silhouette as she sat cross-legged there.
Ning Jianli looked calm.
Obedient.
Patient.
Like a sword placed neatly in its sheath.
Then she slowly opened her eyes as she sensed someone approaching.
It was Jing Lu, a fellow disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect.
“You really are dedicated,” Jing Lu said with a soft laugh. “Waiting the entire night for Senior Brother.”
Ning Jianli didn’t smile.
She simply nodded.
“This is what a sword maid should do.”
Even though she was still a sect disciple and didn’t fully understand what a sword maid’s duties truly were but she knew one thing clearly….
A sword maid must protect her master… and make him happy.
And during these past short day together, she had already learned what Senior Brother Li liked most.
…Not to mention, she hadn’t been sitting idle either.
She had spent the entire night refining Senior Brother Li’s essence stored within her body.
Now, her aura had stabilized after the breakthrough and had even advanced slightly further.
Jing Lu noticed it too and couldn’t help but marvel at Li Feng’s dual cultivation technique.
Then, remembering the tips and advice they had discussed last night … her eyes gleamed with anticipation.
If she do all of that and please him…
Hopefully … Senior Brother Li would dual cultivate with her too.
Just as she was about to speak—
Crack…
The rock sealing the cave entrance trembled and slowly slid aside.
Ning Jianli and Jing Lu both smiled, thinking Li Feng had finished whatever he was doing inside.
“Senior Bro—”
The words stuck in their throats.
Because instead of their Senior Brother…
…a tall figure dressed in a black cloak stepped out.
The figure lowered his head slightly to pass under the low ceiling and walked forward with slow, heavy steps.
Flap!
Flap!
Flap!
The forest suddenly stirred as birds took flight.
Hummm—
An oppressive, terrifying pressure spread outward from the cloaked figure, making the air feel thick and hard to breathe.
Ning Jianli and Jing Lu froze.
They slowly looked up at the imposing figure now standing straight before them like a silent mountain.
And beneath the hood, a pair of golden-lit eye stared down at them.
“…”
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Meanwhile, somewhere inside the forest,
Countless slash marks marred the trees and earth as everything got cut cleanly around a tall, broad man in a black robe, his long black hair cascading down his back.
He stood there, crossing his arms, when he suddenly sensed something.
“…Hmm?”
Yan Moxuan frowned slightly, his black-tinted eyes with red irises narrowing as he stared in a single direction.
Just now, he had sensed… something dangerous, purely by instinct.
“Is it my imagination?” he murmured, frowning.
That feeling usually arose when he faced the Elder or one of those monstrous Emissaries above him.
But that shouldn’t be possible,… such monsters weren’t supposed to be able to enter this secret realm.
Just as his thoughts began to wander…
“Cough…! Cough…!”
A cough, mixed with blood, echoed from in front of him.
Yan Moxuan finally turned his attention back to the matter at hand, his gaze falling on the woman before him.
“Tried enough?” he sneered. “I told you… when it comes to the sword, I am second to none.”
He watched the injured woman with cold amusement.
Even though she was quite skilled… but in the end, she was like an ant before him.
Yet he had to admit that this woman’s way of the sword was truly terrifying.
The young woman’s body was covered in countless slashes and wounds, as if she had been caught in a storm of blades.
She knelt on one knee, her sword planted firmly in the ground as her small delicate hands gripping the hilt as if it were the only thing keeping her from collapsing.
Drip…
Drip…
Drip…
Blood seeped from every cut, staining her white robe red as it pooled around her.
And yet, instead of fear, her eyes were sharp, brimming with dense killing intent like a deadly blades themselves as she fixed her gaze on Yan Moxuan, as if she meant to kill every last one of his ancestors.
It was Jian Ruyi, the top outer disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect.