392: Chapter 393 Spiritual Field!

They had witnessed with their own eyes as the silent Golden Armored Warrior, in just about the time it takes to burn an incense stick, turned an unfinished beast Puppet into a complete, functional finished product.

In the past, this process would have required at least one first-tier Puppet master to personally intervene and spend several hours to complete.

Ye Qingfeng was the first to recover. He turned his head sharply to look at Ye Changge, his eyes filled with shock:

"Father! This, this Golden Armored Warrior... can it replace us in inscription?!"

Watching his expression of mixed surprise and joy, Ye Changge nodded with a smile: "Indeed.

This Golden Armored Warrior can follow instructions to perform simple tasks. For example, refining Materials, crafting parts, or engraving Formations.

As you just saw, it is perfectly capable of handling inscription."

He stepped forward, patted Ye Qingfeng on the shoulder, and said sternly:

"Qingfeng, your tasks will change from now on. In your daily work, you mainly research Puppet assembly and spirit hub docking; now you can skip the inscription part and focus your main energy on controlling the overall direction and performing the final step, 'Formation Fusion'."

"Formation Fusion?" Ye Qingfeng was slightly taken aback.

"Correct." Ye Changge explained.

Upon hearing this, a trace of nervousness flashed in Ye Qingfeng's eyes, quickly replaced by intense excitement.

He clenched his fists tightly and nodded solemnly:

"Rest assured, Father! Your child will certainly not fail your expectations and will definitely master this 'Formation Fusion'!"

Ye Changge looked at his son with gratification, then turned to glance around at the craftsmen and clan disciples present, and said in a clear voice:

"From today on, the Golden Armored Warrior will be stationed at the Puppet Factory, specifically responsible for the inscription process. The progress you were previously delayed by inscription can now be accelerated starting today. If you have any problems, discuss them directly with Qingfeng."

"Yes! Old Ancestor!" everyone replied in unison, their voices filled with excitement.

Ye Changge looked at the faces full of drive and breathed a sigh of relief inwardly.

The biggest Bottleneck for the Puppet Factory had finally been solved.

Next, it was time to steadily increase production and build a truly usable Puppet Dao army for the Ye family.

Inside Ye Changge's Immortal Cave, Spiritual Qi surged and fluctuated like the tide.

He sat cross-legged on the futon, his Qi and blood surging like thunder throughout his body. A faint bronze luster appeared on the surface of his skin, and a phantom of a Kunpeng faintly emerged, circled, and hummed behind him.

Boom—! A dull roar like thunder exploded from within his body!

The massive power of Qi and blood, like a burst river, instantly penetrated his limbs and bones, scouring every inch of his muscles and bones, every strand of his Meridians.

Ye Changge's breathing suddenly became long and heavy, and every breath caused the surrounding Spiritual Qi to vibrate violently.

Those tightly closed eyes snapped open!

A brilliant light shone, like two bolts of cold lightning piercing the Void Realm, or like stars falling into a deep pool, so bright that one dared not look directly at them.

As his gaze shifted, Ye Changge slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air. The breath did not disperse, shooting out three feet like a white ribbon, hitting the stone wall of the Immortal Cave, actually making a soft "hiss" sound and leaving a shallow white mark.

"Kunpeng Refining Art", seventh layer, complete!

Ye Changge felt the surging power of Qi and blood in his body that was almost overflowing, and a look of satisfaction could not help but appear in his eyes.

Although he had failed to make a Breakthrough to third-tier Body Refining—after all, third-tier Body Refining was equivalent to the physique of a Core Formation Cultivator, which was not so easy to achieve—this period of closed-door cultivation had brought him a big step closer to that threshold. The barrier that had once seemed like a chasm could now be vaguely glimpsed with light behind it.

"It's a pity, it's still lacking a bit of heat after all." Ye Changge muttered to himself, but he did not feel much regret.

He raised his right arm, his mind moved slightly, and the power of Qi and blood surged with it. The muscles on his arm bulged slightly, and a solid bronze luster appeared on the surface. It felt slightly hard to the touch, yet carried a trace of warm resilience.

Ye Changge flipped his left hand, and a first-tier High Grade Flying Sword appeared in his palm. He casually slashed towards his right arm—

"Clang!" A crisp sound of metal clashing rang out!

Where the Flying Sword touched his arm, sparks flew, but it only left a shallow white mark, not even breaking the skin.

Ye Changge added a bit more force and slashed several more times, but the result remained the same.

He nodded with satisfaction, reached out to touch the almost invisible white mark, and felt the astonishingly tough physical strength. He couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion: "My physical strength now is probably comparable to a High Grade Spiritual Artifact."

As he spoke, he put the Flying Sword back into his Storage Pouch, and a rather interesting scene suddenly appeared in his mind—

It was at a grand banquet, with red lanterns and green wine, cups and goblets intertwined. An ill-intentioned Cultivator was lurking in the shadows, waiting for him to be off guard, and suddenly unleashed a fierce, peerless Flying Sword, stabbing directly at his back!

Everyone gasped in shock, thinking he would surely die.

However, the Flying Sword "dinged" as it struck him, not only failing to penetrate his flesh at all, but instead shattering directly, turning into a pile of fragments on the ground!

And he turned around as if nothing had happened, patted the non-existent dust off his robe, and said calmly: "Is that all?"

That scene... Ye Changge couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly, and a hint of anticipation appeared in his eyes.

"It's just too pretentious." He muttered in a low voice, his tone filled with irrepressible longing, "If there's an opportunity in the future, I must try it."

He suppressed the miscellaneous thoughts in his mind, stood up, and stretched his muscles and bones. His bones made a "crackling" sound throughout his body, as crisp and pleasant as firecrackers.

After two months of closed-door cultivation, he didn't know what the Ye family outside had developed into.

Ye Changge stepped out towards the outside of the Immortal Cave. He waved his hand, and the Restriction at the entrance of the Immortal Cave automatically unlocked. The stone door slowly rose, light flooded in, and a lush, vibrant scene rushed towards him.

He stood on high ground, looking into the distance with his hands behind his back.

Below Longmai Mountain, two hundred acres of Spiritual Fields were spread out neatly, like a huge piece of emerald green silk, shimmering with layered Spiritual light in the sun.

A breeze blew over, the Spiritual rice fields surged like waves, making a rustling sound, and the air was filled with the unique sweet scent of rice crops.

In the Spiritual Fields, some figures could be vaguely seen busy. Some were bending over to weed, some were diverting water for irrigation, and some were performing spiritual planting techniques to urge the rice crops to grow.

Everyone had a serious and focused expression on their faces, orderly and methodical.

Ye Changge's gaze shifted slightly, landing on an open space at the edge of the Spiritual Fields.

There, several figures were busy around a Formation that was being set up.

The person in the lead wore a water-blue palace dress, with a slender figure; it was none other than Xiao Caiyue. She was squatting on the ground, spiritual light flickering at her fingertips, drawing fine patterns on a Formation Plate, her expression focused and serious.