Immortality begins with meditation puppets

Chapter 100 Imprinted Dao Patterns, Puppet Immortal!

"Is there really a problem?"

Inside the spirit house, the view transmitted through Bee Detective No. 1 and Bee Detective No. 3.

Su Qing witnessed Ding Ping's demise in its entirety.

They died a gruesome death, not only being frozen solid.

Yuan Hua didn't even spare his body, embracing his frozen, hard flesh, his body slowly seeping into Ding Ping's body as if it were liquefied.

After he finished digesting it, when he looked up again, he picked up the flute from the ground and started playing the flute again!

"Demonic cultivators? No, Qi Refining demonic cultivators don't have such abilities, and Foundation Establishment demonic cultivators wouldn't stoop to such tricks."

If not a demonic cultivator, then must be an evil spirit?

Su Qing pondered for a moment, realizing that none of the various arts and proper Taoist techniques possessed the skills of Yuan Hua.

Based on Huodan's attitude towards him today, I'm temporarily judging him as an evil spirit in my mind.

"With this weird thing in the team, how can we possibly get away with this? I'll have to talk to Qinghe Matuan about this tomorrow."

When it's broad daylight, the evil spirits' abilities are weakened, making it the perfect time to eliminate them. Su Qing didn't want this evil spirit to stay in the group.

Release the black children and let them seize the time to cultivate.

Just as he was about to take out the Dao Heaven Talisman Wall that he could tell was fake at a glance, and start thinking about whether he could improve his proficiency in the true Dao runes.

Bee Scouts No. 1 and No. 3 have once again provided their field of vision.

Then, Ma Tuan emerged from the shadows, a long sword slung across his waist.

Accompanying him were Qinghe, who was carrying a sword puppet, and dozens of battle cultivators.

"Fellow Daoist Leng, aren't you going to come out and explain yourself?"

Ma Tuan stared coldly at Ding Ping, who was still playing the flute, and snorted in a low voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, Leng Fengxiang walked out with a bewildered look on his face.

"Fellow Daoist Ma, Fellow Daoist Qing, what's going on here?"

"Fellow Daoist Yuan, were you brought here by Fellow Daoist Leng?"

Qinghe stood behind the sword puppet, her eyes fixed on Leng Fengxiang ever since he came out, as if the sword puppet's blazing fire sword would strike down from the sky if he made any sudden move.

“Fellow Daoist Yuan? He was indeed brought into our team by me. We met the day before yesterday, and I wanted him to lend us a hand, so I invited him.”

What, does the Treasure Pavilion not allow us to invite like-minded people to join us?

"Huh? Where's Fellow Daoist Yuan?"

Leng Fengxiang looked surprised and looked around, but couldn't find Yuan Hua. He quickly asked.

"That's it!"

Ma Tuan pointed to Ding Ping, who was still playing music.

Upon hearing this, Leng Fengxiang was taken aback. Before he could finish his sentence, "Isn't that Fellow Daoist Ding Ping?", Ma Tuan twisted his body and drew his sword.

The blade was jet black, and it unleashed a beam of light several feet long, which landed on Ding Ping.

Ding Ping didn't even flinch. His body, split in two, still had his four lips parted in the middle, as if he were playing a flute.

At the same time, Qinghe and the others also unleashed their Taoist techniques and combat skills on Ding Ping's corpse.

They only blasted a deep crater, several feet deep, into the spot where he was standing before stopping.

Once the aftershocks of the Taoist magic dissipated, the deep pit contained nothing but a pool of black water and a strange pattern.

At this point, Leng Fengxiang no longer pretended to ask the foolish question of why everyone wanted to kill Ding Ping.

The pit contains black water, and the black water has evil patterns on it.

Any seasoned rogue cultivator would understand that Ding Ping was an evil spirit in disguise.

"Fellow Daoist Leng, let me be frank from the start: I don't want any more trouble in our team before we reach Black Tiger Mountain. Please calm down!"

Ma Tuan narrowed his eyes. The fierce aura emanating from Ma Zi's face met Leng Fengxiang's, whose face was as green as a ghost. They couldn't tell which of the two was more like the evil spirit, or both.
After saying this, Ma Tuan led the group of warriors away.

Throughout this process, Qinghe remained silent, only glancing with disgust at the blue runes on Leng Fengxiang's body. Su Qing, who witnessed the entire event with Bee Detective No. 1 and No. 3, was also present.

Turning around, under the cover of the hazy night, he summoned Bee Scouts No. 1 and No. 2, and had them fly back to the Sky Roc Ship with a stack of exorcism talismans.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the Wood Spirit servants installing exorcism talismans on the front and back of the Gale Cannon.

"Both Ma Tuan and Qing He knew that Leng Fengxiang had problems."
Was Yuan Hua the evil spirit itself, or was he a creation of Leng Fengxiang?

Are spirit pattern masters so terrifying that they can even command evil spirits?

Why did he expose himself on the very first night, and why did he kill the flute player Ding Ping first?

With so little information and a fearful heart, he was filled with questions but unable to find out the truth.

He didn't know what kind of strange thing Leng Fengxiang was.

It's unclear why Ma Tuan, Qing He, and the others, knowing he was in the wrong, only warned him but didn't actually fight him.

But he knew that with evil spirits around, it was always good to have more exorcism talismans and talismans on hand.

"It's a pity there's no talisman maker in our team, otherwise we would buy at least seven or eight more talismans to ward off evil spirits tomorrow!"

Soaking in the bathtub, the medicine, which was 30% more potent than before, was easily absorbed by him.

Although the internal alchemy furnace has not yet been completed since I started internal alchemy, my physical fitness has improved significantly.

After absorbing the essence of metal, the blood and qi surged, and the whole body became much harder. When touched lightly with the essence of black iron, a faint sound of metal clashing could be heard.

After a comfortable bath, with the help of the Wood Spirit servants, he put on the Cloud Maple Robe, sat down at the table, and took out the false wall that he had yet to decipher.

The runes engraved on the false wall have been copied by countless people, and they are already far inferior to the works of Nascent Soul cultivators, let alone the true Dao runes.

After he sold the fake wall, he tried it on the puppets, including the Wood Spirit servants. He did not damage the Wood Spirit servants, nor did he develop any skill with them.

This made him lose all interest in it, and he simply placed it under the table leg to prop up the table.

It was only now, when there were no puppets to craft and no need for his own cultivation, that he found the long night rather boring and took out the fake wall to examine it again.

Taoist patterns are different from evil patterns.

Dao patterns are opportunities, destiny, divinely bestowed powers, and ladders to heaven.

Evil markings are calamities, disasters, evil spirits, and a path to death.

I just witnessed the evil markings left behind when Ding Ping or Yuan Hua were annihilated.

Su Qing looked at the pattern again. Even though it had been clumsily copied countless times, it still seemed to flow with endless mysteries.

"My mastery of talismans requires me to use it when crafting puppets to get a proficiency indicator. However, I have tried imprinting this talisman on several different puppets, but there has been no significant reaction."

The reason for this is either that the poorly imitated Dao patterns have long lost their spiritual essence and Dao principles, and therefore cannot take effect.

"Or perhaps the puppet I chose isn't compatible with this Dao pattern and can't bear it, which is why the panel hasn't assessed its proficiency?"

Su Qing pondered silently, harboring a strong desire to master a Dao pattern.

It wasn't just him; all the billions of cultivators in the Tianyuan Realm harbored an immense desire for the ancient Dao patterns.

In the present world, runes are the foundation of all arts and crafts, the basis for the existence of array masters, weapon refiners, and alchemists. By applying runes to external objects, they endow them with all sorts of incredible abilities for cultivators to use.

However, the ancient Taoist texts could not only be applied to external objects.

"It can even allow cultivators to draw talismans in the air and use them to attack and suppress opponents. It can also be applied to the cultivators themselves, allowing them to master all sorts of supernatural powers and endless methods!"

The thought immediately crossed Su Qing's mind, and he inexplicably traced the fake wall talisman in his palm!
"I'm really obsessed. Even if the true Dao patterns can affect a cultivator's physical body, I can't improve my proficiency using them like this."

"There's no way I'd be used as a puppet!"

The runes in my palm are warm yet have a touch of coolness.

He used the most basic talisman water, which contained only spiritual energy and no other materials.

As he shook his head and remained speechless, a sudden, searing pain, as if branded with a hot iron, shot through his palm.

[Failed to refine the puppet immortal. Current proficiency: 300/32764532...]

(End of this chapter)