Chapter 392
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Chapter 392: The Puppet Captain
After two hours of class, everyone walked out of the classroom, trembling.
All the excitement they had upon entering the upper realm had vanished, replaced by worry.
“I didn’t expect things to be so serious in the upper realm; I wonder how long the war with the beast race is going to last.”
“It seems I can’t be a wandering cultivator in the upper realm anymore; I need to join the Hidden Spirit Sect.”
“Now, running into a beast race cultivator in the cultivation world is at least Golden Core Stage; how are we supposed to handle that?”
Opinions varied, but they all agreed on one thing: they had to join the Outer Sect of the Hidden Spirit Sect.
Everyone knew that it was better to find shade under a big tree.
At that moment, a Transformation Stage puppet appeared beside the chef.
“Do you accept the position of head chef of the Hidden Spirit Sect?” the puppet asked.
All the cultivators who had just exited the classroom looked at the chef with envy; skilled artisans were indeed different.
The chef glanced at the old man and the two junior sisters beside him, then nodded, saying, “I accept, please lead the way.”
The puppet placed a hand on the chef’s shoulder, and they soared into the sky.
The first officially recognized cultivator from the small world had arrived.
In Xu Fan’s courtyard, Xu Fan and Wang Yulun were having a meal.
“We have a new chef; his skills rival Wujie’s mother,” Wang Yulun said, putting some greens in his mouth, a look of delight on his face.
“I brought over a great chef I discovered in the small world,” Xu Fan replied with a smile, unconsciously scanning his good friend again with his thoughts.
The thing he had been thinking about day and night still hadn’t appeared. They had agreed on a thousand-year lifespan, but in the end, that woman had changed her mind.
Xu Fan felt frustrated thinking about this.
“Yulun, when you were dreaming before, did you ever dream of shattered worlds?” Xu Fan casually asked, hoping to uncover some clues.
“Shattered worlds? I think I may have dreamed of that before,” Wang Yulun said, furrowing his brow.
“In the dream, it seemed like a woman was talking to me, but I’ve forgotten the details.”
As Wang Yulun spoke, he picked up a crab roe dumpling and savored it, lost in the delicious flavors.
“Oh, that could be from your past life,” Xu Fan said.
“Whatever, as long as it doesn’t affect the present,” Wang Yulun replied, indifferent.
I wish she would affect you, Xu Fan thought, feeling a bit gloomy.
After their meal, the two went to the Ten Thousand-Mile Giant Lake to go fishing.
Wang Yulun reluctantly cast out the fishing hook.
“Hey, is the 50 pieces of fruit candy still necessary? Is your grandson still playing with me?”
“Regarding cultivation, it’s about balancing work and rest; with your current level of diligence, fishing for a day shouldn’t be a problem,” Xu Fan said.
“Right, Big Brother Xu is right,” Wang Yulun forced a smile, beginning to operate under duress.
At the outermost area of the Steel Wall, a top-tier configuration Nascent Soul Stage knife wielder supreme puppet stood atop the Steel Wall, holding the Spirit Defying Sword, looking disdainfully at the beast race gathering in the distance.
“They come every few days, and no matter how many we kill, the beast race just keeps coming,” the middle-aged butcher said.
Now, he had risen to become the captain of the Tian Kuai division on the third section of the Steel Wall.
“The demon realm is far more vast than our Human Realm, so naturally, the beast race outnumbers us humans.”
“There’s no such thing as ordinary mortals in the demon realm,” Spirit Cut chimed in. In his spare time, he often controlled puppets to hunt demons along the Steel Wall for fun.
“If that’s the case, then it’s quite something,” the middle-aged butcher replied.
“But with so many demons, can we really wipe them all out?”
“Why bother worrying? The outcome of the War between Realms isn’t decided by us. It’s up to the top respected elders.”
“Once the human leaders secure victory, those little demons won’t stand a chance,” Spirit Cut added.
He glanced at the gathering beast race ahead, confident that his true form could take them down with just a couple of strikes.
Just then, three beams of light shot down from the distance, followed by a deafening rumble from the earth.
“Another stubborn giant beast in the Core Formation stage. How many more have to die before they learn?”
“These beasts are truly foolish,” Spirit Cut said with a cold smirk, glancing at the middle-aged butcher.
Thanks to the growing number of artifact masters in the Moon Fox Clan, Xu Fan had allowed them to craft the Demon Suppressing Star. Now, twelve of these stars were stationed around the Steel Wall, keeping watch.
Any beast race above the Void Refinement stage that approached the Steel Wall’s perimeter would be instantly targeted by the Demon Suppressing Stars.
“I think we’re strong enough to push them back,” the middle-aged butcher said, carefully polishing the Spirit Defying Sword with a cloth he pulled from behind.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself. Just because it’s easy to kill these minions doesn’t mean you’re invincible,” Spirit Cut warned.
“The major clans haven’t even unleashed their full strength yet. Once they’ve fully taken over the territories they’ve seized in our Human Realm, they’ll turn their attention to us.” He gave the middle-aged butcher a meaningful look, realizing he needed to explain the importance of strategy and a broader perspective.
By then, the beast race army had fully assembled, ready to charge at the Steel Wall with reckless abandon.
“You’re right, but I believe that as long as I can wield my blade, the beast race will one day be wiped out,” the middle-aged butcher declared, transforming into a bolt of lightning and charging straight into the demon army.
Behind him, thousands of puppets followed, all controlled by the Tian Kuai masters.
From his vantage point on the Steel Wall, Spirit Cut watched the middle-aged butcher’s thunderous charge and muttered, “Every time I see him, my heart skips a beat. His every move summons lightning. Once his cultivation reaches a higher level, who wouldn’t fear him?”
At that moment, the middle-aged butcher’s puppets clashed with the beast race.
The puppets swung their Spirit Defying Swords with full force, streaks of lightning illuminating the battlefield.
Watching the puppets battle the demon army, Spirit Cut couldn’t help but feel a chill at the thought of Xu Fan’s brilliance.
Even though these were just Golden Core and Nascent Soul puppets controlled by Tian Puppet Masters, in the future, these Tian Kuai masters could advance to the Transformation God, Void Refinement, or even Core Formation stages.
As long as there were puppets, there would be countless battle-hardened Tian Puppet Masters.
The thought of how these Tian Puppet Masters might evolve in the future sent a shiver down Spirit Cut’s spine.
He couldn’t shake the feeling that the Grand Elder was playing a grand game, especially during the War between Realms.
If he didn’t know a bit about the Grand Elder’s daily life, he might even suspect that the Grand Elder had ambitions to dominate both the human and beast realms.
As Spirit Cut was lost in thought, the battle ended, and the puppets returned to the Steel Wall.
The middle-aged butcher’s puppet clenched the Spirit Defying Sword in its teeth, while one hand carried the severed arms of other puppets back to Spirit Cut.
“Well, well, our mighty captain has actually been injured,” Spirit Cut teased, laughing at the middle-aged butcher’s disheveled puppet. Such things were common on the battlefield.
“I got ambushed by a beast in the Transformation God stage.”
“Today’s been a rough one,” the middle-aged butcher sighed, inspecting his damaged arm.
“Didn’t you brag about having a warranty? What’s there to lose?” Spirit Cut smirked, recalling how the middle-aged butcher had proudly shown off his supreme swordsman puppet before.
“A warranty doesn’t mean unlimited repairs. It’s not like spirit stones grow on trees,” the middle-aged butcher retorted.
