Let's finish the process quickly.

"It hasn't even been three days, and the people from the Sword Pavilion are back again?"

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After the space channel was constructed and completely stabilized, Su Ming placed the battle spirit puppet outside Hang City to prevent any sneak attacks.

As it turned out, this decision was incredibly correct.

Just as he was talking with Chen Chuan, the battle spirit puppet detected a powerful Cultivator approaching and sent the information to Su Ming.

Upon receiving the news, Su Ming immediately rushed out of the city, thinking along the way about how to pass down the Primal Chaos Sword Art.

At the same time, he had to keep those fellows in check so they wouldn't cause trouble.

"I really should bring over the system from Blue Star, give it a makeover, and set up an academy or something. I hope the children here won't have to worry about the two major exams in the future..."

Once he had a direction, everything else followed naturally.

Meanwhile, the battle spirit puppet had already blocked Tai Feng's path. The aftershocks of their clash reached Hang City, instantly causing panic among the commoners.

The previously orderly queues suddenly became chaotic and disorganized.

People scrambled, trying to rush into the space channel.

Fortunately, the city defense guard stepped in to suppress the chaos, and even Chen Chuan appeared to stabilize the situation.

It was only then that he finally realized why Su Ming had left so abruptly earlier.

The other party had clearly already sensed the people from the Sword Pavilion and had gone out of the city ahead of time to meet the attack.

Feeling the aftershocks of the battle, Chen Chuan couldn't help but break into a cold sweat for Su Ming.

However, the actual situation was completely different from what Chen Chuan imagined.

Su Ming wasn't participating in the battle at all; he was focused entirely on how to optimize the Primal Chaos Sword Art.

As for the battle, it was left to the battle spirit puppet.

A Half-step Immortal Realm battle spirit puppet against Tai Feng at the Peak of the Samsara Realm—even without the external boost of Magic Treasures, the battle spirit puppet's cultivation level alone was sufficient.

At this moment, Tai Feng, who was in the middle of the fight, was completely stunned.

The natal flying sword he had personally forged after stepping into the Samsara Realm was currently letting out a mournful wail.

Fine cracks had already appeared on the blade of this precious sword, which had even birthed the rudiments of a sword spirit.

Looking at those fine lines, Tai Feng's heart bled.

He racked his brains but couldn't understand why there was a battle spirit puppet outside Hang City, and a Half-step Immortal Realm one at that.

If he continued to fight, not only would he lose, but the sword in his hand would also shatter.

As for the various Magic Treasures his fellow disciples had given him when he left the Sword Pavilion, they were no longer very effective in a battle of this level.

He tried to flee, but he simply couldn't shake off the battle spirit puppet's pursuit.

Although the surrounding space wasn't locked down, every time he tried to escape through spatial shifting, the battle spirit puppet would catch up to him in the next second and knock him back to his original position.

The battle will he had tempered over the years was gradually being crushed by the battle spirit puppet's terrifying strength.

He even began to curse the Seven Stars of the Big Dipper in his heart for not mentioning such vital information; they had clearly intended to push him into a pit of fire!

"Go easy on him, don't break the goods," Su Ming's voice suddenly rang out from the periphery of the battlefield.

After Su Ming said this, the battle spirit puppet's offensive instantly slowed down, giving Tai Feng a massive breathing room.

This allowed Tai Feng to spare some energy to see exactly who the controller of the battle spirit puppet was.

Then he saw Su Ming lingering outside the battlefield, and his cultivation was only at the Nirvana Realm.

He instantly recalled the information the Seven Stars of the Big Dipper had given—that Su Ming, who had defeated them, only appeared to be at the Nirvana Realm.

After blocking the battle spirit puppet's attack, Tai Feng took a moment to demand, "Are you Su Ming?"

"Yes, it's me. If you're going to say things like 'give up resistance' or 'hand over the immortal blood,' you can save it. I don't have time to argue with you about that."

As Su Ming spoke, he began to approach the battlefield.

"Hand over your sword, Cultivation Techniques, Storage Ring, and everything else, and I can let you go now. Let's just finish the process quickly; I still have important matters to attend to."

"And if I refuse?"

"It's fine. After I beat you to death, these things will still be mine. And you will become a corpse, only to be eaten by passing Yao Beasts at night, and after a round of digestion, you'll turn into a pile of excrement."

Su Ming bluntly stated Tai Feng's ending.

Hearing these words, the man's face turned as red as Lord Guan's from anger.

"You arrogant brat! You're the one who's going to turn into dung!"

Tai Feng knew that as long as he could deal with the controller, the battle spirit puppet would stop.

Thus, he seized an opportunity and burned his life force to launch an attack at Su Ming.

Facing this desperate strike, a hint of regret appeared in Su Ming's eyes.

Although that sword was damaged, it was still a good base that could be used for reforging. He had originally planned to give it to Lin Zhaodi.

But now it seemed that wouldn't be possible.

"Sigh... what a waste of such a good thing."

Just as he finished speaking, Tai Feng's sword reached his face.

In the next instant, a terrifying counter-shock was applied to Tai Feng, and the sword he used for the attack shattered until only the hilt remained.

Under the protection of the heaven-reaching pagoda, no one in the Reincarnation Sword Realm could break through Su Ming's defense, not even if a Peerless Sword Cultivator were resurrected.

"Go, fetch him back for me," Su Ming commanded the battle spirit puppet.

The latter immediately shuttled through space to the path where Tai Feng was flying backward and caught him steadily.

However, the person in question had already fallen unconscious from the counter-shock, and his internal organs were shattered. He was currently bleeding from all seven orifices.

The battle spirit puppet brought the half-dead Tai Feng back to Su Ming.

Su Ming was very direct, stripping everything of value off the man's body before having the battle spirit puppet toss him back toward the Sword Pavilion.

The battle spirit puppet didn't hold back, and Tai Feng's entire body turned into a shooting star, crashing toward the direction of the Sword Pavilion.

Su Ming didn't care whether he lived or died. In his view, a guy who could fight the battle spirit puppet until now was likely the Sword Pavilion Master.

Moreover, the sheer amount of treasures in that Storage Ring more or less confirmed this identity.

Since the Sword Pavilion Master had already 'dropped his loot,' there was no need to worry about his subsequent fate.

His future visit to the Sword Pavilion would be for the Chaos Dao Lord's Legacy within the Peerless Sword Cultivator's remnant Secret Realm.

Now, his only regret was that sword.

"Sigh, what a waste of such a good thing..."

With a sigh, Su Ming looked at the battle spirit puppet's body.

There were some slight scratches on it, all made by Tai Feng's sword.

After putting away the items, Su Ming moved back toward Hang City.

On the way, he took out a pen and paper and began to record his plan, while also writing down a simplified version of the Primal Chaos Sword Art.

The originally complete Primal Chaos Sword Art was now split into six parts by him, each of which could be considered an independent Cultivation Technique.

This way, even those with poor talent could at least reach the entry level.

Su Ming seemed to see an endless, broad road unfolding before him.