Chapter 2202 - 1189: _3

After exchanging pleasantries, Elder Kunpa left, taking step after step away on foot this time.

"It seems this fellow still doesn’t trust us," Yang Xiao said, with his hands behind his back, watching Elder Kunpa’s departing path.

"It’s not exactly distrust, but rather he’s not fully trusting us. This person is overly suspicious, yet..." Sheng Yanlin turned his face with a bitter smile, "Heavy suspicion isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Had I been half as vigilant as him back then, I wouldn’t have ended up imprisoned for ten years."

His experiences with the Dharma Sect have been a lifelong pain for Sheng Yanlin. Yang Xiao hopes that after he recaptures the Academy and harshly punishes the rebels, Sheng’s inner turmoil will be resolved.

"Is this the magic artifact you snatched from the Great Protector of Withered Bone Pavilion?" Sheng Yanlin asked curiously, staring at the Blood Soil in Yang Xiao’s hand. Yang Xiao had previously mentioned it briefly.

Receiving the Blood Soil, Sheng Yanlin carefully examined it and then used his ability to sense it. Meanwhile, Yang Xiao described in detail the Great Protector’s ability when using this artifact.

About a minute later, Sheng Yanlin slowly exhaled and commented, "An authentic space-type magical artifact, very capable. Unfortunately, the backlash is too severe; ordinary Angel Envoy couldn’t withstand it—only those reckless freaks from Withered Bone Pavilion could manage."

Yang Xiao realized this too. When the Great Protector was stripped of this artifact, his death was extremely miserable.

Though he had the Hundred Demons Coffin Clothes to resist the backlash, it came at a cost; his skin would replace bit by bit.

Additionally, he already possessed the Soul-Capturing Mirror, another space-type artifact, so this artifact wasn’t essential for him.

It’s worth noting that the Soul-Capturing Mirror is only a damaged artifact, with another part in the Sect Master’s possession. Once pieced together, he believes its exhibited power will be quite terrifying.

Next, Yang Xiao summoned the samurai puppet. As the puppet appeared, Sheng Yanlin instinctively raised a brow:

"A Half-step Nether Realm puppet? Where did you steal this from? Or is it a gift from the Jiu Mountain Family?"

Yang Xiao was displeased upon hearing this and couldn’t help but retort, "Hey, what do you mean? How come everything good I have is either stolen or snatched? Can’t I have acquired it legitimately?"

"Hmm... then let me rephrase. How did you legitimately snatch or steal this item?" Sheng Yanlin understood Yang Xiao’s personality, so he didn’t argue with him.

"Hehe, it was an expert from Japan’s Iga Sect who ambushed me, and I counter-killed and seized it!" Yang Xiao said with pride.

Unexpectedly, Sheng Yanlin squinted his eyes and pierced Yang Xiao’s pride with one sentence: "Keep bragging. To control a puppet of this level, the expert would need at least Half-step Nether Realm strength. Plus, considering the puppet, you’d be lucky to escape one-on-one, let alone counter-kill?"

"No, hear me out! It wasn’t just me—it was another person holding off the guy, then reinforcements from the Ju Mountain Family arrived, which led to the kill," Yang Xiao hurriedly defended his honor.

"Now that’s more like it. The arriving reinforcement must have been at least Half-step Nether Realm," Sheng Yanlin said.

"Hiss—" Yang Xiao squinted his eyes, pondering how Sheng Yanlin’s experienced insight seemed to grasp everything.

After approaching the puppet, Sheng Yanlin merely touched it, then tapped its head with the Wisdom Stick.

The next second, Yang Xiao’s mind was thrown into chaos; he watched as the puppet, without his control, turned around and stood behind Sheng Yanlin, facing him together.

The connection between him and the puppet was severed. Even with the puppet before him, he couldn’t sense any link.

Is this the fearsome power of a Netherworld Envoy? Yang Xiao felt admiration and apprehension towards Dean Sheng concurrently.

Upon seeing Yang Xiao’s expression, Sheng Yanlin smiled faintly, then directed the puppet without attacking, but showcasing its abilities.

Within a few blinks, the room filled with dark gray fog, and the puppet’s silhouette flickered within the mist.

Meanwhile, someone within the academy seemed to notice something, hurried towards it, only to be verbally turned away by Sheng Yanlin, who assured it was merely a trial and posed no threat.

"Impressive, truly impressive," Sheng Yanlin was very satisfied with the puppet, "A good puppet, well crafted. However, I sense there’s a touch of Taoist Sect’s corpse control technique involved here?"