Hunyuan Immortal Sect

Chapter 120 Undercurrent
In the spacious and bright room of the Puppet Hall, Shen Fan was panting, his forehead was covered with sweat, his face was a little pale, but his eyes were bright.

"Successful, finally took this step." Shen Fan muttered to himself as he looked at the puppet on the table, with a gleam in his eyes.

"Good, well done." Song Xian patted his shoulder and nodded with satisfaction.

Just now, Shen Fan once again condensed his consciousness into energy on his newly refined snake-shaped puppet, that is, he poured his split spiritual consciousness into the puppet's body.

This time, nothing went wrong. After the spiritual consciousness entered the body of the snake-shaped puppet, it no longer twisted, deformed, or even cracked like before. The whole process was smooth and there were no abnormal situations. This proved that the condensation of consciousness into qi had been successful this time.

At this moment, looking at the lifelike snake-shaped puppet on the table, both of them smiled knowingly. After the split spiritual consciousness was injected into the puppet's body, the whole puppet looked more agile, as if it had some life.

After more than a year of research on the puppet, this is the first time that the step of condensing consciousness into energy has been successfully completed, which means that the refining of this puppet is nearing completion.

Of course, the step of condensing consciousness into qi is a long process, which requires injecting the split consciousness into the inner space day after day until it forms a special connection with the master.

There is no clear record in the secret records as to how long this step will take, and it varies from person to person. Cultivators with high cultivation have stronger spiritual power, and the spiritual power they split each time is greater, so the time required is less.

The spiritual consciousness of cultivators with low cultivation levels is weak, and the spiritual consciousness split each time is smaller, so it takes longer.

But no matter what, as long as the initial step of condensing consciousness into Qi is correct, everything else will be a natural process.

After completing this step, there is only one last step left, which is to adjust the temperature to the god.

At this moment, Shen Fan's eyes were shining. Looking at the black puppet, it was as if he saw a half-covered and half-exposed peerless beauty. The passion in his heart was indescribable.

Since he started developing the puppet, he has devoted all his energy to it over the past year. Twelve hours a day, from morning to night, except for eating and sleeping, he spends at least seven or eight hours in this hall, studying day and night.

Hard work pays off. After a year of hard work, I finally took this step.

.........

The sun is shining and the wind is intoxicating.

Inside the forest farm, a fat, big-eared man was half-lying on a wooden chair, constantly shouting and directing the lumberjacks coming and going.

Teams of craftsmen, some holding axes and some holding saws, were busy working in the forest farm.

There is a large forest farm, and the wood planted inside is all for cultivation, mainly the first-grade medium-quality silver flower tree.

The outer texture of this tree is tough and can be used to make formation flags. The sap of the tree can also be used as an ingredient in spiritual food after being squeezed. The inner tree fiber can be processed and used as material for refining magical instruments. It has a wide range of uses.

While everyone was busy, a man with a pointed chin and monkey-like face hurried up to the fat and big-eared man lying there, his face full of panic.

"Brother Zhang, this is bad. A group of cultivators came outside. They seem to have bad intentions."

The fat, big-eared man suddenly sat up from his rocking chair: "How many people are there? Which faction are they from?"

"I didn't see clearly, but I saw a few flying magic vessels coming from afar, and I estimated there were more than a dozen people."

"So many people?" The fat and big-eared man frowned immediately. If it was an ordinary matter, there would be no need to send so many people. More than a dozen people suddenly came to the forest farm, most likely to cause trouble.

"Brother Zhang, what should we do now?" asked the man with a pointed chin and monkey cheeks somewhat anxiously.

"Let's go meet them."

The two men called another monk on duty, and the three of them left the forest. They saw four flying magic vehicles approaching, and twelve monks dressed in Qingyuan Sect uniforms jumped down from them.

The leader was over forty years old, tall, and wearing a crimson robe with the three big characters "Qingyuan Zong" on it very eye-catching.

The eleven cultivators behind him wore both cyan and black robes. It was a common understanding in the cultivation community that cyan robes represented outer disciples, black robes inner disciples, crimson robes typically elders or true disciples, and purple robes were the headmasters. This tradition stemmed from the Qianqing Sect, the largest sect in the Qin State.

"May I know what this fellow Daoist's name is? I am Zhang Yixing from Yunfeng Trading Company." The fat-headed and big-eared man glanced at the people from Qingyuan Sect. He stretched out his right hand behind his back and made a gesture, indicating that the two should be careful and alert. Then he stepped forward and bowed.

The two monks behind him understood and immediately stood apart, reaching for the magic weapons they were carrying, and some of them secretly held talismans in their hands.

"Huang Qing from the Qingyuan Sect." The man who led the Qingyuan Sect said coldly with an expressionless face, not even looking at him.

Seeing his arrogant attitude, Zhang Yixing felt a growing sense of foreboding. He shook off the fat on his face, forced a smile, and said, "So it's Fellow Daoist Huang. I've long heard of your great name. I wonder what brings you here?"

Huang Qing said coldly: "One of you injured a disciple of our sect and escaped into this forest. Hand him over."

"Fellow Daoist Huang, this is absolutely a misunderstanding," Zhang Yixing explained hastily. "There are only a few of us guarding this forest. Apart from a few woodcutters, not even a fly has gotten in. Besides, our company and your sect have never had any grudges. How could we possibly injure your disciples?"

Huang Qing's face was as cold as iron, and his gaze finally shifted to him: "Stop talking nonsense and hand over the man immediately, or I will flatten your forest farm."

As soon as he finished speaking, the disciples of Qingyuan Sect behind him took out their magic weapons. Seeing that the opposite side had already drawn their swords and guns, the people behind Zhang Yixing also took out their magic weapons, and the two sides suddenly became hostile.

Zhang Yixing no longer pretended to be a snake, and his expression suddenly turned cold: "I understand, fellow Daoist, you came here just to pick a fight. Do you think our Yunfeng Trading Company is easy to bully?"

A hint of fierceness flashed in Huang Qing's eyes, and a silver thread suddenly shot out from his sleeve. The two were not far away, only a few feet apart.

Seeing the silver light coming, Zhang Yixing flew back and drew the long sword from his waist. Spiritual power surged into it, and the sword light instantly met the silver thread.

There was a sound of "clicking", and the silver thread cut through the sword light, just like a sharp knife cutting through a mess. In just a few breaths, the sword light immediately collapsed.

It turned out that the silver thread was a top-grade magic weapon, while the long sword Zhang Yixing carried with him was only a mid-grade magic weapon, and he used it casually, so when the two collided, it seemed vulnerable.

But in just a few breaths, Zhang Yixing was able to calmly take out a talisman and condense it into a water curtain shield around his body.

The moment the two men fought, the dozen or so Qingyuan Sect disciples behind Huang Qing seemed to have received an order. In an instant, all kinds of magical weapons burst into light and attacked Zhang Yixing.

The two monks behind him were still standing there in a daze, not knowing what to do.

After all, the Qingyuan Sect has a large number of people and is powerful. If they fight, they will definitely suffer the loss. As the saying goes, a good man never suffers a loss in front of him. The two men did not want to conflict with the Qingyuan Sect, and they did not receive any clear instructions from Zhang Yixing, so they stood there in a daze, with a look of confusion and fear on their faces.

A life-and-death battle is a matter of seconds. In just a moment, more than a dozen disciples of Qingyuan Sect, following the silver thread emitted by Huang Qing, had already attacked Zhang Yixing with their magical weapons.

The water curtain shield condensed by the talisman was instantly broken. Zhang Yixing only had time to let out a loud shout before he was engulfed by more than a dozen rays of light from magical weapons, and his body was torn into pieces.

Seeing this scene, the two people behind him screamed in fear, then turned and ran away.

Huang Qing waved his hand coldly, and a dozen Qingyuan Sect disciples behind him immediately chased after them and quickly killed the two men.

Huang Qing strode into the forest farm. At that time, the craftsmen in the forest farm were still cutting down trees and had no idea that the earth-shaking changes had taken place outside.

"Stop right there." He shouted, and the craftsmen in the forest looked at him in surprise.

"Who's in charge here?"

A man dressed in silk was quite perceptive and immediately stepped forward, replying respectfully, "Master, the one in charge here is Master Zhang Yixing. He was here just now, but I don't know where he is now."

"He's dead. This place no longer belongs to Yunfeng Trading Company. All the goods must be shipped to Qingyuan Sect. You just keep working honestly. We will not treat you unfairly."

(End of this chapter)