215: Repair the Asura Battle Puppet

Among the crowd, Meng Bi's face was so gloomy it looked as if it might drip water.

He stared fixedly at the back of Yao Delong, who was leaving surrounded by Luoxia Peak Disciples like stars circling the moon.

His eyes were filled with jealousy, fear, and a lingering chill.

"Uncle Dao..."

Meng Bi's voice was dry, carrying an imperceptible tremor.

"This kid... his power is terrifying when he erupts with full force!

That final strike definitely reached the power of the Mid Nascent Soul Stage!

Are we... really sure we can deal with him in the Burial God Abyss?"

Beside him, the scar-faced man, whose aura was restrained like a Mortal, now had a face full of solemnity.

The strength Yao Delong displayed today far exceeded his previous estimations.

The dominance of the Nine Suns Burning the Heavens, the ferocity of the Void Splitting Nine Strikes,

and especially that silent yet peerlessly terrifying Heart Sword... all made him feel a strong threat.

A flash of ruthlessness crossed Scarface's eyes, accompanied by a cold tone:

"Now, he has offended Third Prince Xiao Chen to the point of death; the grudge of a severely damaged Divine Soul is irreconcilable!

That old thing Luo Baiya also hates him to the bone.

When the time comes in the Burial God Abyss, we only need to secretly contact the forces under the Third Prince entering the Secret Realm.

Under a multi-sided siege, even if he had three heads and six arms, he would surely die!

The key lies in... whether the Third Prince can wake up in time and issue the order."

Hearing this, Meng Bi's heart settled slightly,

but thinking of Yao Delong's unfathomable methods, he was still somewhat fearful and could only grit his teeth and say:

"I hope there will be news from the Third Prince's side... as soon as possible."

Yao Delong did not linger long amidst the cheers.

He felt little joy, but rather some regret.

He had wanted to take the opportunity to completely cripple the hidden danger that was Xiao Chen, but he hadn't expected the other party to have an Imperial Dynasty Protection within his body.

He had only severely injured his Divine Soul, leaving the possibility of recovery.

"Burial God Abyss..."

A cold light flashed in Yao Delong's eyes, "I must make full preparations before then!"

He bid farewell to the excited Xiao Huohuo, Luo Miaomiao, and the others, and instead of returning to his peak,

he went straight down the mountain to the huge market outside the Yin Yang Sect gates.

The market was as bustling as ever, and the discussions about today's Grand Competition were reaching a fever pitch.

Yao Delong's appearance immediately caused quite a stir,

as countless gazes of awe, curiosity, and even a hint of fear were cast his way.

He ignored them, walking with a clear goal into the largest spirit wine shop,

spending a significant amount of Spirit Stones to buy a large jar of top-tier 'Hundred Fruit Immortal Brew,' said to be brewed from thousand-year spirit fruits.

Then, carrying the wine jar, he headed straight for Spirit Forging Peak.

Spirit Forging Peak, as its name suggested, had furnace fires that never died and the sound of hammering that never ceased.

The air was thick with the scent of metal and fire.

Yao Delong's reputation in the Yin Yang Sect was currently at its zenith.

As soon as he reached the courtyard halfway up the mountain where Elder Liu Duan's Immortal Cave was located,

the Spirit Forging Peak Disciple who was sweeping recognized him at a glance, his face immediately showing excitement and awe.

"Senior... Senior Brother Yao!" The Disciple hurriedly bowed in greeting.

"Are... are you here to see Elder Liu? I'll go announce you right away!"

"Thank you, Junior Brother." Yao Delong smiled and nodded.

The Disciple ran quickly into the Immortal Cave.

Before long, a burst of hearty laughter accompanied by a strong scent of alcohol drifted out.

The Immortal Cave door opened, and a middle-aged man with disheveled hair, a full beard,

and oil and metal scraps all over him stepped out; it was Liu Duan.

"Hahaha! Kid Yao! A rare guest indeed!"

Liu Duan laughed loudly, but his gaze landed accurately on the jar of 'Hundred Fruit Immortal Brew' in Yao Delong's hand, which was emitting an enticing aroma.

His eyes lit up instantly. "Tsk tsk, Hundred Fruit Immortal Brew? You kid, you've made it big now, acting so generous!

But, hehe, one who offers favors without reason must have an ulterior motive!

Speak up, what treasure do you want this old man to help you fix this time?"

Yao Delong wasn't embarrassed and handed over the wine jar with a smile:

"Elder Liu has a Wisdom Eye. This Disciple indeed has a request."

Liu Duan grabbed the wine jar, slapped off the sealing clay, took an intoxicated sniff, and then looked at Yao Delong:

"Splendid! What is it? As long as this old man can do it, for the sake of this fine wine, everything is negotiable!"

With a thought from Yao Delong, a light flashed, and that three-headed, six-armed, ferociously-shaped

Asura Puppet, which emitted a faint aura of Evil Qi, appeared with a boom in the courtyard.

Although it had been simply repaired before, looking closely now, the connections at several key joints,

especially the places mended after the intense battle with Xue Li, had developed fine cracks again.

Wisps of pure but violent energy were slowly seeping out from the cracks.

Looking at the ferocious three-headed, six-armed Puppet in the courtyard emitting an aura of Evil Qi,

Liu Duan's originally drunken eyes instantly sharpened.

He circled the Puppet twice, his rough fingers precisely brushing over several fine cracks,

feeling the wisps of pure and violent Devilish Qi escaping, his brow furrowing tightly.

"Good heavens!" Liu Duan smacked his lips, his gaze sharp as a hawk.

"Every time you go down the mountain, I'm afraid it's not for sightseeing, but specifically to 'exterminate demons'?

That panyan gold puppet last time was also damaged by a devil cultivator, and this big fellow... the residual Devilish Qi is also quite extraordinary!"

Yao Delong was slightly startled; this Elder Liu's vision was indeed sharp!

When the panyan gold puppet was repaired last time, Elder Liu had clearly seen it was the work of a devil cultivator,

but back then his cultivation was too shallow to notice.

He spread his hands helplessly, a bitter smile appearing on his face:

"Elder Liu is perceptive. I don't know why, but I seem to be born to clash with these devil brats; I run into them wherever I go.

Probably... it's because my damned charm is too attractive to demons?"

"Hahaha!"

Liu Duan was amused by Yao Delong's self-deprecating words and laughed loudly, patting him on the shoulder.

"You kid certainly know how to flatter yourself! However..."

His laughter subsided, and a hint of worry flashed in his eyes.

"Recently, devil sect activities outside the sect have indeed been unusually frequent; your running into them might not be a coincidence.

By the way, what about that panyan gold puppet I fixed for you last time? Why didn't I see you bring it out this time?"

At the mention of the panyan gold puppet, Yao Delong's face immediately showed heartfelt gratitude:

"Elder Liu, speaking of that, I must thank you again!

If you hadn't specifically reinforced it against devil cultivator methods during the last repair,

smelting in Materials that restrain Devilish Qi, I would have probably died long ago!

That devil cultivator's methods were strange and ruthless, and his cultivation was far beyond mine.

It was only by the panyan gold puppet fighting to the death that I managed to gain a slim chance of survival..."

His tone carried deep regret and a hint of guilt.

"It's just... I've failed your hard work, Elder. That panyan gold puppet was ultimately... completely destroyed by that devil cultivator."

As he spoke, Yao Delong, now at Golden Core Perfection, had a perception far beyond before.

He quietly sensed Liu Duan's aura and couldn't help but be shocked!

This usually drunken, seemingly unkempt Elder had an aura so thick

that it was faintly on par with the Protector Hall Master Liu Tianzheng he met outside the sect that day; he was actually also at the Nascent Soul Perfection realm!

However, deep within this powerful aura, there was an unmistakable sense of instability and sluggishness,

as if it had been eroded by some kind of cold power. He was clearly suffering from a very severe internal injury that was far from healed.