Chapter 151
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Chapter 151: The Abilities of Flowers and Butterflies
Naturally, after entering the tavern, Mu Lin first headed to the restroom.
Since negotiations hadn’t broken down yet, Zuo Li didn’t question Mu Lin’s actions or stop him.
However, his spiritual awareness kept watch over the tavern’s exits. If Mu Lin tried to flee, Zuo Li would detect it immediately.
To his relief, Mu Lin didn’t pull any tricks.
Soon, Mu Lin returned from the restroom, appearing as though he’d simply gone to relieve himself.
……
Guided by Zuo Li, Mu Lin entered a private room and found it occupied—Qin Yuan and several others were waiting inside.
Qin Yuan looked somewhat awkward upon seeing Mu Lin, while the others gazed at him with… condescension.
*Am I seeing this right? That’s definitely condescension. But it’s not the arrogance of nobility—more like moviegoers staring at NPCs on a screen…*
As Mu Lin wondered about their strange demeanor, a girl seated beside Qin Yuan spoke up.
“You’re Mu Lin, correct? We’re here to discuss the Puppet Twin Sisters, Flowers and Butterflies. They originally belonged to Brother Qin, yet you…”
Her accusatory tone made Mu Lin frown, and he cut her off without hesitation.
“The Puppet Twin Sisters belonged to Master Meng Rui first. Now they’re mine. At no point did Brother Qin ever own Flowers and Butterflies.”
“But in their previous life—”
“Xing Yao!”
Zuo Li sharply interrupted the girl.
“Hmph!”
Scolded, Xing Yao turned her head away, refusing to look at Mu Lin. Zuo Li smoothly took control of the conversation.
“My apologies, Brother Mu. Xing Yao’s… overly passionate.”
“It’s nothing. I won’t lower myself to quarreling with a little girl.”
Mu Lin paused, then asked calmly, “So you invited me here to discuss Flowers and Butterflies?”
“Indeed. To be frank, Brother Qin is our sworn sibling. Flowers and Butterflies hold great importance to him, so we wish for him to claim ownership. Of course, we won’t take them without compensation—3,300 Spirit Stones. This is our offer.”
Compared to Xing Yao, Zuo Li’s approach was far more reasonable. Yet Mu Lin still refused.
“Flowers and Butterflies are crucial to my own cultivation path. I won’t sell them.”
This wasn’t an empty excuse—the Puppet Twin Sisters truly were valuable.
Days earlier, after bringing them home, Mu Lin had thoroughly examined Flowers and Butterflies’ capabilities.
Their skills fell into two categories. The first involved mundane, learned tasks: cleaning, crafting talismans, and puppet-making.
Yes, they could create puppets.
But since they weren’t Skynet-type automatons, their puppets lacked souls. These constructs couldn’t self-replicate endlessly or be controlled in large numbers, rendering Flowers and Butterflies incapable of sparking any mechanical uprising.
Their second category of abilities—innate talents—proved far more intriguing.
Among them, Flowers possessed the ability to create illusions, while Butterflies could control winds and flight.
Of course, that alone wouldn’t make Mu Lin so attached. What amazed him was their transformative nature.
Somehow through Master Meng Rui’s craftsmanship, Flowers could shift into a wearable floral crown, and Butterflies became functional wings.
In transformed states, they retained their original powers while gaining new functions. Flowers amplified Mu Lin’s spiritual energy and refreshed his mind, while Butterfly Wings enabled void traversal and speed enhancement. The broad wings also bore spirit-gathering formations that accelerated his mana recovery.
One boosted mental capacity, the other improved energy regeneration. Such fundamental enhancements made these puppets indispensable to Mu Lin.
……
His refusal made Zuo Li frown.
Before the man could respond, a girl across the table blurted:
"Unhappy with the Spirit Stones? I’ll add more—"
"This isn’t about payment. Flowers and Butterflies aren’t for sale."
Mu Lin started rising to leave.
The bidding girl intercepted hastily: "Young Master Mu, I’m Yan Linglong of Four Seas Pavilion’s Yan family. Would you grant me this courtesy?"
Mu Lin’s eyebrow twitched at her declaration. ‘That Yan clan again?’
Keeping his tone neutral, he replied: "We’re strangers."
The blunt refusal drew hostile glares from some listeners.
Zuo Li intervened before tensions escalated: "Wait, Brother Mu. There’s crucial information you need."
"Be quick. My cultivation awaits."
"This won’t take long."
After hesitation, Zuo Li revealed their leader’s foresight—the imminent collapse of Great Spirit Dynasty, the coming plague of strange evil spirits, and precise doomsday timelines.
"Though evil spirits have brewed for ages, kept contained by Taoist Palace’s Celestial Masters, True Lords, and Qi Practitioners…"
"The containment shatters in three months. A black sun will rise, unleashing uncontrollable hordes. Humanity’s downfall begins then."
"Our Savior Organization exists to prevent this. For humanity’s sake, please surrender Flowers and Butterflies to Brother Qin—"
Mu Lin cut him off: "So he becomes the savior in the end?"
"Not exactly… But Qin Yuan’s our frontline hero against the darkness. He never retreats."
This earned Qin Yuan some respect from Mu Lin, who countered: "I’ll fight the evil too."
It wasn’t empty talk. Beyond understanding civilization’s fragility, Mu Lin’s ambitions demanded action—his path from City God to Lord of Mount Tai required both Hard Practice and humanity’s favor through service.
……
The others scoffed at his declaration. Someone sneered:
"Compare yourself to Young Master Qin? He’ll be a renowned puppet master while you’re— AARGH!"
The taunter clutched his suddenly bleeding mouth.
Mu Lin’s voice turned glacial: "Future titles mean nothing. Right now, I surpass you all. Learn respect toward your better."
Enraged youths jumped up—only to collapse screaming moments later, limbs twisted by unseen forces.
Within minutes, most lay moaning on the floor. Fear replaced their earlier contempt. Even the untouched ones like Zuo Li watched warily.
Staring at the casually seated Mu Lin, Zuo Li’s faith in his leader’s prophecy wavered for the first time.
‘How could someone this powerful vanish from future records? This makes no sense…’
