387: Chapter 388 The Corpse Puppet of No Return!

This speed was much faster than he had anticipated.

It seems those Spirit Foods and Spirit Medicines were not wasted, nor were those Martial Grandmasters hired in vain.

Once these offspring grew up quickly one by one, he could devote more energy to his own cultivation in the future, without having to do everything himself.

Ye Changge was happy in his heart, but he did not show a hint of it on his face.

He looked down at the sleepy Xiao Caiyue in his arms, gently tucked her into the brocade quilt, and pressed a light kiss to her forehead, saying softly: "Caiyue, you sleep for a while. I will come to accompany you after I meditate for a moment."

Xiao Caiyue gave a dazed "Mm" in response, not even opening her eyes, and fell into a deep sleep in his arms.

Only then did Ye Changge collect his thoughts and silently recite in his heart: "System, I want to draw a prize!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the familiar golden wheel appeared in his mind.

The wheel was divided into several areas: Cultivation Techniques, Medicinal Pills, Magical Artifacts, Spirit Pets, and Rare Treasures... Each area shimmered with an alluring luster.

Ye Changge's gaze lingered on the "Rare Treasures" area for a moment.

The last time he drew a Rare Treasure, it was that "Qianyuan Creation Gold," which directly helped him improve the potential quality of his Core Formation.

I wonder what it will be this time?

He hesitated no longer and silently recited in his heart: "Start!"

The golden wheel immediately began to spin at high speed, light flowing as the pointer flew past each area.

Ye Changge held his breath, his eyes following the movement of the pointer closely.

Finally—the speed of the wheel gradually slowed down, the pointer wobbled, and finally stopped steadily on the "Rare Treasures" slot.

[Ding! Congratulations to the Host for obtaining a Tier 3 Rare Treasure—Wujian Corpse Puppet!]

Upon hearing this, Ye Changge was slightly stunned. A Corpse Puppet?

The scene from when the remnants of the Jin Family attacked flashed through his mind—that Jin Family Cultivator had also controlled a Corpse Puppet. Although it was not of a high grade, it had truly caused him some trouble.

Now, the System had actually rewarded him directly with a Tier 3 Corpse Puppet?

And looking at the name, "Wujian Corpse Puppet"... it didn't sound like an ordinary item.

He quickly opened the System panel to view the detailed introduction.

[Wujian Corpse Puppet]

[Grade: Tier 3 Rare Treasure]

[Origin: Refined by the Corpse Puppet Sect using Sect Secret Arts, utilizing the corpse, Divine Abilities, and Origin of a Core Formation Cultivator through special techniques.]

[Combat Power: Equivalent to a Core Formation Cultivator at the Early Stage. Its Physical Body is formidable, it does not fear pain, and it has a natural resistance to Yin poison and corpse-qi type Spells.]

[Characteristics: Partially retains the Cultivation Techniques and Divine Abilities practiced by the Puppet during its lifetime; can cast two to three Spells commonly used during its lifetime.]

[Requires Essence Blood to recognize a master. After recognizing a master, it must be nourished with a small amount of Spiritual Power each month, otherwise its combat power will gradually decline.]

After reading the introduction, Ye Changge could not help but feel a wave of surprise.

This Wujian Corpse Puppet was actually refined from the corpse of a Core Formation Cultivator!

Its combat power was equivalent to an Early Stage Core Formation Cultivator... In other words, although he was only at the Foundation Establishment stage, he now had a trump card to fight against an Early Stage Core Formation Cultivator!

Although it was just a dead object, the fact that it did not fear pain or know fatigue already gave it a huge advantage on the battlefield.

Not to mention that it retained two to three Spells commonly used during its lifetime; this was far stronger than a purely physical Puppet.

However... Ye Changge raised an eyebrow slightly. He had heard of Corpse Puppets. The stronger the Corpse Puppet, the higher the risk of backlash.

If the Host's cultivation was insufficient to suppress the Corpse Puppet, it might backlash and devour its master.

He was not too worried about this point. Things produced by the System always underwent a certain degree of "adaptive adjustment."

Just like Little Jin back then; after being extracted, it was very affectionate towards him, and there was no need to spend time or energy taming it.

Presumably, this Wujian Corpse Puppet should be the same.

Thinking this, Ye Changge moved his mind and summoned the Wujian Corpse Puppet from the System space.

A burst of black mist emerged from thin air. The black mist was thick as ink, carrying a cold and chilling aura, slowly spreading throughout the room.

Ye Changge instinctively raised a barrier of Spiritual Power to protect the sleeping Xiao Caiyue within it.

The black mist gradually dissipated, revealing what was inside—a jet-black, humanoid object with a metallic luster standing quietly in place.

It was about seven feet tall, with a burly figure and thick limbs. Its skin was covered in a layer of fine black scales, which shimmered with a cold, eerie light under the candlelight.

The most striking part was its face—the features were blurry, as if shrouded in a layer of black mist, with only two eerie green lights flickering in the eye sockets, like two will-o'-the-wisps.

Overall, it looked less like a "corpse" and more like a war Puppet forged from black iron.

Ye Changge looked it up and down, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly. This appearance... was a bit too scary.

Jet black, flickering green lights, surrounded by Yin Qi—it looked like something only a Demonic Cultivator would use.

The Zhao State where he resided was a Righteous Path state. If he were to bring out such a thing in public, he would likely be identified as a Demonic Cultivator on the spot, attracting Disciples from the Qingshui Sword Sect or the Lingxiao Sect to come and "act on behalf of Heaven."

Ye Changge rubbed his temples and sighed helplessly.

"This thing... I'm afraid it cannot be easily shown to others."

He thought for a moment, then comforted himself:

"But that's fine. Such a trump card is not meant to be shown off daily. When it really comes to a life-or-death crisis, who cares if it looks scary or not? As long as it can save my life, that's enough."

With a thought, the Wujian Corpse Puppet turned back into a ball of black mist and was stored away into the System space.

The cold, chilling aura in the room dissipated, returning to its previous warmth and tranquility.

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, three months passed.

In the courtyard of the Ye Family of Longmai Mountain, a few more loud cries of infants were added.

During these three months, five of Ye Changge's concubines went into labor, and all the children in their wombs were born successfully.

Among the five children, two were born with Spiritual Roots—one at Grade 8, one at Grade 9—and although the remaining three did not manifest Spiritual Roots, Ye Changge was not in a hurry.

He sat in his study with a brand-new genealogy book spread out beside him, picking up his brush to add the names of the five newborns one by one.

Before the ink was dry, he put down his brush, looking at the dense list of names on the genealogy, a subtle sense of satisfaction welling up in his heart.

More than forty offspring with Spiritual Roots. Adding those young sons and daughters who had not yet awakened their Spiritual Roots, the total number of offspring in his lineage was approaching half a hundred.

Once these children all grew up and stepped onto the path of cultivation, the number of Cultivators in his Ye Family of Longmai Mountain would be enough to rival a normal Foundation Establishment Family.

An ordinary Foundation Establishment Family only had about forty or fifty Cultivators.

"The Family foundation is getting thicker," Ye Changge said, closing the genealogy book and exhaling a breath of turbid air.

However, the joy in his heart from the increase in offspring was soon suppressed by another matter—Nangong Zili.