Chapter 1047

Chapter 1047: Good Brother Leaves

As Qian Bing fantasized about leading ten Golden Immortal puppets in a grand display of power, a true immortal stage puppet approached, carrying a pot of spirit tea.

"Daydreaming about your Golden Immortal puppets again?" the true immortal puppet teased.

Qian Bing turned to look at the puppet, a creation that embodied all his hard work and dedication.

"I’m just thinking of getting you a big brother, so you’ll have someone to watch your back when we’re out," Qian Bing said with a chuckle.

Under the Grand Elder’s guidance, Qian Bing had carved out his own path in the art of puppetry.

This puppet before him was the fruit of his labor.

Initially, he feared his creations would be too radical, shunned by the cultivation world.

But seeing the Celestial Dynasty of Nine Phoenixes with their intelligent puppets put his mind at ease.

"Don’t stretch your legs further than your blanket can cover.

You haven’t even grazed the Golden Immortal realm yet, and you’re already dreaming of Golden Immortal puppets. Aren’t you worried you won’t be able to handle them?" the true immortal puppet said, pouring tea for Qian Bing.

"We’re like father and son, joined at the hip. It’s not just me who needs to work hard; you need to cultivate too.

If you can reach the Golden Immortal realm, it means I can advance as well," Qian Bing said, wrapping an arm around the puppet with a grin.

The puppet had absorbed his flesh and soul, its traits increasingly mirroring those of the human race.

When Qian Bing first noticed the puppet, now with its own intelligence, was unconsciously absorbing his essence, he was alarmed.

He quickly sought out the Grand Elder.

The Grand Elder glanced at it lightly and said, "It’s nothing to worry about. Think of it as an extra doppelgänger puppet."

He then imparted a secret technique to Qian Bing on the spot.

"I’ve been absorbing your thousand years of teachings from within; it’s been incredibly beneficial.

But because you’re poor and can’t get Spiritual Treasure-level celestial mines, my core’s capacity is limited, and I can’t reach the Golden Immortal realm. Can you really blame me for that?

It was manageable before; being poor was fine. But now, with all this debt, I hoped to upgrade once you made it big with the academy.

Looking at you now, it seems you’re only interested in buying Golden Immortal puppets and never considered my advancement."

Hearing this, Qian Bing felt a pang of guilt and said, "How could I not think of you? Since you came into being, I’ve treated you as my own son.

As a father, wouldn’t I want the best for my son?" Qian Bing smiled and sent the puppet on its way.

"Ha ha~" The puppet seemed to see right through Qian Bing.

After the puppet left, Qian Bing found a flower, Little Flower Deer, in his hand.

Raising a son, buying Golden Immortal puppets, raising a son, buying Golden Immortal puppets.

In the end, his focus settled on raising his son.

"I must have picked the wrong flower~" He then took out another Little Flower Deer, and finally, the last petal landed on buying the Golden Immortal puppet, which made Qian Bing nod in satisfaction.

Over the years, one reason for Qian Bing’s poverty could be attributed to his puppet son.

It consumed too many celestial mines; just the materials it required could refine five true immortal puppets.

Outside the Hidden Spirit Sect, above the giant lake, Xu Fan was called over by his good brother.

“Big Brother Xu, I might have to leave,” Wang Yulun said with a reluctant expression.

Xu Fan understood what his good brother meant and nodded, saying, “What must come will come. Don’t worry; I’ll handle things here at the sect.”

A talisman emitting Xuanhuang aura appeared in Wang Yulun’s hand.

“This can summon a projection of my sister-in-law. I wanted to get more of these talismans, but in the end, I only managed to secure one.”

“Big Brother Xu, use this for now. When I get the chance, I’ll bring you more,” Wang Yulun said, placing the talisman with Xuanhuang aura into Xu Fan’s hand.

Xu Fan’s eyes welled up with tears, his reluctance evident. His good brother had truly gone above and beyond.

“This farewell might last many years. Once I grow stronger, I’ll come to see you,” Xu Fan said, pulling out thirty crystals of Xuanhuang aura.

“Take these thirty crystals; they’ll help you on your journey.”

“Even so, I can’t let you rely on me for everything, Big Brother,” Xu Fan said sincerely.

“Big Brother Xu~”

“Yulun~”

The two exchanged a look, their faces filled with longing and reluctance.

No matter how deep their brotherly bond, some things were inevitable.

Xu Fan stood outside the sect, waving as Wang Yulun and his wife disappeared into the distance.

At that moment, a young girl appeared in the sky.

She glanced at Wang Yulun and then at Xu Fan.

“Sister-in-law, let’s go~”

Wang Yulun and his wife waved at Xu Fan before vanishing into the horizon.

“Don’t look so down. Your father went to settle past karma, not to fight a war,” Xu Fan said to Wang Xiangchi, who stood beside him.

“Master, when will my father return?” Wang Xiangchi asked after a long silence.

“I don’t know, but it might take at least ten thousand years,” Xu Fan replied, gazing in the direction where Wang Yulun had disappeared.

Wang Xiangchi nodded. Though he was reluctant, he understood that some things had to be done.

After seeing off Wang Yulun and his wife, the Hidden Spirit Sect returned to its usual routine, though the giant lake now felt emptier without the lone figure fishing.

Not long after, Xu Fan’s good brother paid a visit.

“Has Wang left?” the elderly man with white hair asked.

He had come to the Hidden Spirit Sect after hearing the news about his good brother.

“He left a month ago,” Xu Fan confirmed with a nod.

Hearing this, the elderly man with white hair let out a sigh of relief.

“Brother, why are you so worried? Haven’t you done any calculations lately?” Xu Fan asked, smiling at the elderly man’s expression.

For someone with an unlimited cheat, there was nothing that couldn’t be calculated.

“I’ve been busy repairing past deficiencies and preparing to ascend to the Golden Immortal level.”

“In the past, I calculated that after meeting you, I’d transcend the great catastrophe and achieve eternal status—minor setbacks are nothing to worry about,” the elderly man said, waving his hand dismissively.

“So, you’ve finally decided to advance to Golden Immortal. What do you mean by repairing deficiencies?” Xu Fan asked curiously.

“It’s from overusing divination in the past to nurture my disciples. It left me with some karmic debts.”

“I need to recover all the energy and vitality I’ve lost over the years,” the elderly man said, rubbing his temples.

“To restore your energy and vitality, you’ll likely need holy elixirs crafted by an alchemist, right?” Xu Fan mused.

He occasionally crafted healing holy elixirs in the sect for emergencies, so his alchemy skills were still sharp.

“You’re quite knowledgeable, brother. The holy herbs for the elixirs are available, but finding a skilled alchemist is the hard part,” the elderly man sighed.

“Do you have the formula for the elixirs you need to restore your deficiencies?”

“How much Xuanhuang aura are you willing to spend to hire an alchemist?”