Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master - Chapter 42

Chapter 42: Chapter 41: Please Help Me Cultivate

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Han Ming’s features were already not bad; when he suddenly lowered his posture, switching from cold and aggressive to humble and submissive, it instantly caused a stir in one’s heart.

Beneath the Iron Han Armor mask, Ning Zhuo was as tranquil as an ancient well.

He took out Han Ming’s Magic Artifact, the Soul Capturing Shuttle, “I’ve heard that the cultivation technique of your Soul Devouring Sect allows for the direct increase of one’s soul foundation through devouring souls.”

“If you reverse the process of your cultivation technique, you can purify the essence and qi of your own soul through a magic artifact, and then infuse it into another person. Although this incurs a significant loss, it doesn’t have any negative effects.”

“With this ability, your sect allows elders whose lifespan is nearing its end to transfer Soul Power, which can instantly add a strong foundation to a junior cultivator. This is also one of the main reasons why the Soul Devouring Sect has become a major power of the Demon Path.”

“Han Ming, I would like to ask for your assistance in my cultivation.”

The Phoenix Soul Blood Fragrance Pill belongs to Elixir Pills, and Ning Zhuo’s soul couldn’t bring it into the palace.

Even if she had taken it before entering the palace and was under the effects of the medicine, it wouldn’t last long.

Ning Zhuo preferred a one-step solution, so why not directly increase the soul foundation?

When he saw the intelligence regarding the Phoenix Soul Blood Fragrance Pill and after encountering Han Ming, he decided to capture Han Ming alive.

Hearing the words of the Youthful Guest, Han Ming’s eyes grew wide, and a chill instantly spread throughout her body, “I understand now, I am your real prey!”

“Attacking Ziyang Courtyard was just a distraction!”

“It’s all a trap, a sinister trap!”

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Han Ming screamed, struggling fiercely, pulling on the heavy chains that bound her.

The other end of the chains was firmly fixed to the wall of the cell, clashing against the wall and making a clangorous sound.

Youthful Guest Ning Zhuo quietly watched her, waiting until Han Ming calmed down, and then spoke, “You’re too agitated, this is not good for your injuries.”

Hearing these words, Han Ming had just pacified when she erupted in anger again, continuously cursing out loud.

Ning Zhuo listened silently, once again waiting until Han Ming cursed until her voice was hoarse and she stopped.

“Do you need water?”

Ning Zhuo’s fingers slightly moved, extending a thread of Mana from his fingertip. Below the thread, a puppet little man with a cup of water climbed from Han Ming’s instep, up her calves, thighs, abdomen, and then stood on her chest, lifting the cup high to Han Ming’s mouth.

Han Ming began to breathe heavily again.

But her recent struggles and cursing had drained much of her energy. She stared intently at Ning Zhuo, and finally, she glanced down at the cup.

The next moment, she lowered her head to drink.

Indeed, she was thirsty.

Most importantly, she had become a prisoner. If the Youthful Guest wanted to harm her, there were various methods available, there was no need to beat around the bush and poison the water.

After drinking, Han Ming was a bit more composed.

“There is one thing I can’t understand!” Han Ming lifted her head, furrowing her brows, her gaze fixed on the face of the Youthful Guest, “Sun Lingtong is a disciple of the prestigious Bukong Sect, why would he collaborate with you? What exactly is your relationship?”

Ning Zhuo smiled faintly, “I have been purchasing intelligence from him for over a decade.”

“I’ve watched him work tirelessly, bit by bit, until he finally took charge of the Black Market within Fire Persimmon Immortal City, securing his position in the city.”

“Our interests are very closely aligned.”

Han Ming scoffed, “Is that all?”

“Just like that, he conspired with you to trap me, risking offending the Soul Devouring Sect?”

“If anything goes wrong and I escape, his foundation in Fire Persimmon Immortal City, and you, are both doomed!”

“We are not like those on the Righteous Path who play by the rules.”

Ning Zhuo smiled faintly once more, “So, have you escaped? Have you spread the message outside?”

Han Ming: …

Ning Zhuo continued, “Attacking Ziyang Courtyard wasn’t entirely a diversion. At least, we indeed acquired a lot of elixir pills.”

As soon as this was mentioned, Han Ming once again became agitated.

“You two bastards, damned creatures! My sect will surely avenge me, flay and skin you old and young, crush your souls to pieces, and cast you into endless agony!”

Ning Zhuo waved his hand, “Calm down, calm down, okay?”

“Getting angry is not good for the body.”

“Didn’t you just promise me that you’d do anything? Then come and aid me in my cultivation.”

“Hehehe, hahaha,” Han Ming looked up, letting out a shrill laugh, even laughing until tears came out.

“Ptooey,” she suddenly stopped laughing and spit, seething with hatred, “In your dreams!”

Her saliva flew into the air, but was blocked by Ning Zhuo’s mana, falling powerlessly to the ground.

Han Ming’s voice was icy cold, “I’ve painstakingly cultivated alone, toiling for so many years to build today’s foundation and heritage. You want me to damage my soul’s foundation to help you cultivate? Hehehe, as ugly as you are, you sure have beautiful dreams!”

“Painstakingly accumulated?” Ning Zhuo asked with confusion, “Your Soul Devouring Sect’s Nine Revolutions Soul Devouring Secret can devour others’ souls to enhance your own foundation. Clearly, it’s ruthless plundering. How is that painstaking accumulation?”

This is where the major difference between the Demon Path and Righteous Path lies.

The resources for the Righteous Path cultivators are mostly thunder, rain, dew, flowers, birds, insects, and fish.

For the Demon Path cultivators, the resources are other cultivators themselves: their fresh blood, souls, flesh, and so on.

Han Ming retorted, “An amateur like you only knows one side of the story!”

“Do you think the Nine Revolutions Soul Devouring Secret is easy to cultivate? That one can completely turn another’s soul into their own foundation?”

“Humph! If it were that easy to cultivate, then my Soul Devouring Sect wouldn’t just be one of the great sects of the Demon Sect; we would’ve unified the Demon Path by now!”

“At most fifty percent!”

“The souls devoured, the closer they are to the original body, the less the difference, the higher the yield.”

“It can’t be used frequently either.”

“It’s just like eating; eat too much, and you’ll burst.”

“We also need a lot of time and a large amount of auxiliary resources to help our souls digest.”

“If not fully digested, the soul becomes deformed and will bring very severe consequences.”

“Of course, there are those within my Soul Devouring Sect who are impatient for quick success. They don’t care about the deformities of the soul and devour others’ souls crazily, their strength skyrocketing in a short time. But by doing so, they definitely have no future.”

Han Ming was not short-sighted; she possessed the lower-grade innate Yin Corpse Qi, which alone put her ahead of most cultivators.

Han Ming always paid great attention to digestion, maintaining the purity of her own soul.

She cared a lot about her future.

Because of this, she was extremely averse to cooperation; she didn’t want to willingly hand over the foundation she had tirelessly built up over decades to someone else.

Absolutely impossible.

Especially to an enemy!

“Don’t even think about making me cooperate! Kill me, that’d be cleaner!” Han Ming was also very cunning.

She could tell that Ning Zhuo needed something from her, so she felt confident. She said this on purpose, attempting to gain some leverage.

Ning Zhuo sighed deeply, “I’m speaking to you nicely in the hope that you’ll cooperate willingly.”

“If you cooperate well, I can promise you that after some time, I will set you free.”