Chapter 47 Qin Huai Master "Dead puppet? A dead puppet in the Nascent Soul stage?" Xiao Jing was horrified. In the world of cultivation, there are cultivators who specialize in puppetry. They can create puppets of various shapes and sizes to use for their own purposes, such as trading, protection, or fighting. These puppets are generally made of gold, iron, wood, etc., and spirit stones are used to provide energy for the puppets. The strength of the puppet is not only related to the spirit stone, but also to the puppeteer's cultivation level, and the latter is particularly important. Due to the limitations of the realm, it is difficult for a puppeteer to create or even control a puppet that exceeds his own cultivation level. In the Sky Fox Clan, there was a puppet that was half a step to the Supreme. When Zi Xuan and the others saw it, they were stunned and their eyeballs fell to the ground. Unfortunately, tens of thousands of years ago, the original owner of the puppet, Puppet Master, died unexpectedly when he tried to break through the shackles of the Middle Thousand Worlds. Today, the highest puppeteer in the Sky Fox Clan is only at the Mahayana level, not even at the Supreme level, and cannot activate, let alone control, so it can only be left idle in the clan's treasure house. Of course, in addition to this, there are also some anomalies in the art of puppetry - some puppeteers use human bodies to make puppets. Among them, puppets made from living people are called living puppets, and puppets made from dead bodies are called dead puppets. In comparison, the production of human puppets is more complicated. Because it involves controlling the human soul, the difficulty is far greater than that of ordinary puppets with built-in control arrays. Human puppets are strong, highly concealed, and do not need spirit stones to provide energy at any time. Some human puppets can even practice independently. However, because human puppets are made from human bodies, the process is bloody and cruel. Especially for live puppets, they are made from living people, and the means are even more despicable. Therefore, in the world, human puppet cultivators have always been despised by the orthodox cultivation world and are not tolerated by the world. Even if there are, they often dare not reveal their identities, but just walk in the dark, unknown to others. However, Xiao Jing had never expected that she would actually encounter the Yuanying stage human puppet mentioned by Zi Xuan in the Small Thousand Worlds. If everything Zi Xuan said was confirmed, then the master behind this puppet would be extremely powerful. At least, it is not something they can contend with at their current level! Xiao Jing was nervous and worried. She took a deep breath and asked softly, "Sister, if she is really a human puppet in the Nascent Soul stage, then the risk we are taking is too great..." Although, when they were in the Middle Thousand World, the three sisters often went to the mortal world privately to do justice, fight against the strong and help the weak, and developed a heart of compassion. But at this moment, Xiaojing thought that they might fall into the abyss and never be able to turn over, and she hesitated. After all, if they were stranded here, they would no longer have the powerful background of the Sky Fox Clan to support them.
"If it's true, it's going to be a little tricky." Zi Xuan nodded, then sighed, "Let's take a look at the situation first, and then act accordingly!" Zixuan had thought about it long ago, and naturally understood the reason. They were not reckless people who would not care about the consequences, and they had to be careful about what they did. Moreover, this human puppet was not simple, and it was obvious that it had developed intelligence. Xiaojing agreed after hearing this, and the two of them stopped thinking about this issue and continued drinking. Originally, they thought they would stay in the nightclub for a long time, but unexpectedly, it ended very quickly. More than 20 minutes later, Zixuan saw out of the corner of her eye that the beautiful woman in a low-cut, backless dress whispered something in the ear of the young man next to her, causing the man to smile and feel amorous. Then he stood up, holding the woman in his arms, and staggered towards the stairs. "Mr. Qin, please take care! Welcome to come again next time!" The waitress beside them bowed and nodded to see them off. Obviously, Mr. Qin was a frequent visitor here. "Sister, let's finish what's in the cup, too..." Xiaojing said softly when she saw this. Zixuan reached out to stop Xiaojing from saying anything and shook her head. When the two disappeared into the stairwell, Zi Xuan called the waiter, who was the one who greeted Mr. Qin earlier. "Who was that young man just now? Does he come here often?" Zi Xuan asked slowly. "This? Sorry..." The waitresses here are all highly educated, and when Zixuan specifically called her over to ask this question, she hesitated and wanted to refuse Zixuan - the company has internal requirements for employees, and they cannot disclose customer privacy at will. Zi Xuan raised her hand to interrupt her, and without saying anything, she glared at the waiter. Instantly, the waiter felt as if he were in spring breeze. The person in front of him was extremely kind and trustworthy. So, with Zixuan's questioning, they easily learned some of his information. According to the waiter's brief introduction, in Jinling, there are four major families: Qin, Ye, Xie and Yan. Coincidentally, the four families all had sons of similar age, all typical dandies. The four of them indulged in sensual pleasures, colluded with each other, and often lingered in romantic places. Over the years, they also led a group of people to secretly do some bad things. Therefore, they were called the "Four Tigers of Jinling" by the locals. This title is naturally full of emotion. What is interesting is that the four people did not restrain their behavior. In order to offset the negative impact of this title, they promoted themselves as the "Four Young Masters of Qinhuai".
Two years ago, the Ye and Yan families were exposed, and some of them were thrown into jail. The Qin and Xie families were also investigated, and they were in a state of panic. A joke maker on the Internet commented on this: "Mists shroud the cold water, the moon shrouds the sand, and we moored at Qinhuai near a tavern at night. The swallows that used to be in front of the halls of the Wang and Xie families now fly into the homes of ordinary people." This joke was taken from two poems from the Tang Dynasty in China, "Mooring at Qinhuai" and "Wuyi Lane", and recombined into two sentences. It was quite interesting, and it cleverly put the surnames of four people together, which became a joke for a while. The Mr. Qin the waiter was talking about was named Qin Feng, the son of a famous real estate developer named Qin in Jinling. "One of the Four Young Masters of Qinhuai?" Zi Xuan sneered in her heart, "If we hadn't discovered it in time, it would probably be a dried corpse tomorrow!" After Zixuan figured out the situation, she and Xiaojing went downstairs to the second floor. The first floor of the nightclub was still filled with violent heavy metal music. Several beauties led the men and women on the dance floor, shouting at the top of their lungs and twisting their seductive waists crazily on the stage... After leaving the nightclub, Zi Xuan and the others saw Qin Feng and the others at a glance. Perhaps because they had been drinking, Qin Feng and the other man did not walk far, and he walked unsteadily with his arms around the woman. It was obvious that they were heading towards the yellow Cayenne. "Going to drive? Driving under the influence?" Xiao Jing said, "You are so bold, you are looking for death!" Don’t drink and drive, and don’t drive after drinking. Although Xiaojing doesn’t drive, she still understands this basic principle. "I'd rather die under the flowers than be a ghost and be romantic, that's probably what it means!" Zi Xuan showed a hint of sarcasm and said with a smile, "Since we're here, we can't lose them. Let's go and get in the car!" Xiao Jing nodded. In her opinion, even if she didn't do anything, she still had to get some information about the woman. Zi Xuan would not drink and drive. These mortal wines were not made from spiritual fruits. For her, they were just to satisfy her craving and find a feeling. As long as she did not want to get drunk, she would not get drunk no matter how much she drank or how high the alcohol content was. As soon as she had the idea, the spiritual power in her body surged, and the alcohol was evaporated completely in an instant. Presumably, even if someone took an alcohol meter and blew into her countless times, there would be no change on the instrument. …… The yellow Porsche Cayenne slowly drove out of the parking lot and headed towards Lily Road. Although Qin Feng was drunk, he felt very comfortable. The beautiful girl Lina, whom he had just met, was so bold and unrestrained, and he liked her so much. What did she say just now? She actually took the initiative to ask for sex and talked about having sex in the mountains! Oh, just thinking about it makes my blood boil! Lina was sitting in the passenger seat, she saw Qin Feng's expression, but she sneered in her heart. I would rather die under the flowers than be a ghost. Most of the men who died under her skirt were of this character. She closed her eyes gently, thoughts surging in her mind. Just now upstairs, she had a very strange feeling that someone was staring at her, and it was a cultivator. However, she couldn't be sure who it was for a moment. It was an intuition, a fighting instinct. So, she found an excuse to ask Qin Feng to leave, just to see if someone was really following her. If that's true, that person will give up and the matter will end there, and I'll just do what the pervert in front of me does on the mountain; if that person still refuses to give up and continues to follow me, don't blame me for being cruel. "Hehe! You want to cause trouble for me? You're looking for death!" Qinren has to work overtime tomorrow, 5555, so sad, I guess I won’t be able to update until after 11 o’clock. I suggest that book friends can read it the next day... (End of this chapter)