239: Chapter 239 Holy Realm Puppet?

Chapter 239 Saint Realm Puppet? Shen Qingyuan watched her bold and unrestrained demeanor, the corners of his lips curling slightly.

This lass does not have a high cultivation level, but she certainly has plenty of courage.

Merely at the seventh level of the Dharma Image Realm, yet she dares to run alone to a place as perilous as Beiming City, and even intervene to save someone right in front of the Cangming Clan.

Either she is a newborn calf that is not afraid of the tiger, or she has someone backing her.

However, Shen Qingyuan did not intend to probe further. He had just glanced at Jiang Li, and with his Spirit Eye Divine Pupil quietly activated, he had already discerned seven or eight parts of her background.

This lass not only has excellent natural talent, but there is also an extremely obscure Seal hidden within her body.

That Seal is ancient and ingenious, as if it were implanted into her body by someone using highly sophisticated methods, sealing away some kind of innate talent she possesses.

If not for Shen Qingyuan's Spirit Eye Divine Pupil offering such keen insight, even a Saint present in person might not have been able to detect the existence of this Seal.

"Your courage is certainly not bad." Shen Qingyuan leaned against the carriage wall, looking at her lazily. "However, that thing called emperors blood is not something you can see just by wanting to 'take a look'."

"How many people have come to Beiming City right now?"

"Just the Cultivators at the Asking Dao Realm on the surface are no fewer than the number of fingers on two hands, and there are even Saints hiding in the shadows."

"For a little lass like you at the seventh level of the Dharma Image Realm, if you really get dragged into this, I fear you will be flattened into a meat patty before you even see what the emperors blood looks like."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Li was not only not scared, but instead lifted her chin, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling: "So what?

I, Jiang Li, am not afraid!

If I can't beat them, I'll run; if I can't run, I'll hide; if I really can't hide, I'll call for help!

My ability to call for help is very impressive!"

Shen Qingyuan found it somewhat amusing; this lass is truly a character.

Jiang Li rolled her eyes around, looked at Shen Qingyuan, and said: "Brother Qingyuan, how about you let me follow you all?

You all are so powerful, following you will definitely allow me to see the emperors blood!"

"We did not come for the emperors blood." Shen Qingyuan could not help but want to tease the little lass.

"Brother Qingyuan, you didn't come for the emperors blood?"

Jiang Li blinked those sparkling almond-shaped eyes, her face full of curiosity. "Then what did you come all this way to this godforsaken place of ice and snow in the Northern Plains for?"

Shen Qingyuan leaned against the carriage wall and said slowly: "To find the Cangming Clan and ask them to help refine something."

"Could it be to refine a Puppet?"

Jiang Li's curiosity instantly turned into astonishment. She widened her eyes, and her voice rose a few notches. "Brother Qingyuan, you just beat up people from the Cangming Clan on the street and injured their experts, and now you are turning around to ask them for help?

Aren't you afraid they will throw you out?"

Shen Qingyuan chuckled: "Do you think they would dare to throw you out?"

Jiang Li was stunned for a moment. Recalling the situation on the street just now, and looking at Luo Qingyue and the Old Turtle, she suddenly did not know how to respond.

Although she is young, she has seen the world.

Just now, Sister Qingyue had forced back the Cangming Clan's experts with a casual strike of her sword, and that old man driving the carriage was even more unfathomable, making Uncle He, who was at the eighth level of the Primal Chaos Realm, not even dare to fight back.

And behind such people, there is still Shen Qingyuan.

They are definitely not an ordinary faction, and besides, with Shen Qingyuan being so confident, he is presumably not just saying things casually.

"I have heard that the Cangming Clan's methods for refining Puppets are very sophisticated, and they can even refine Saint Realm Puppets."

Jiang Li's bright eyes were full of curiosity. "I have never seen a Puppet being refined before. Brother Qingyuan, what kind of Puppet are you going to refine?"

Shen Qingyuan took a sip of tea and was not in a hurry to answer.

The Old Turtle lifted the carriage curtain, poked half his head in, and chuckled: "Little lass, I'm afraid it will scare you if I say it."

"It won't scare me!"

Jiang Li puffed out her chest, looking unconvinced. "What have I not seen in the Central Plains?

I've even seen Saint Realm Puppets!"

Shen Qingyuan put down his teacup and said calmly: "Quasi-Emperor."

The carriage was quiet for a moment.

Jiang Li blinked, and blinked again, the expression on her face frozen there. It took a long time for her to suddenly snap back to reality.

"Quasi... Quasi-Emperor?!"

She almost screamed it out, her voice even cracking, like a cat that had its tail stepped on. "You, you want to refine a Quasi-Emperor level Puppet?!"

Shen Qingyuan saw this expression of hers and was immediately amused.

Jiang Li widened her eyes, and it took a while for her to recover. She swallowed a mouthful of saliva, her voice changing tone: "A Quasi-Emperor level Puppet!

What grade of Materials would that require?

Just the Quasi-Emperor Realm spiritual Materials needed to make the Puppet's core would take how much?

It also needs Quasi-Emperor level dao rhyme injected into it; otherwise, it would be impossible to bear that kind of power at all!

Even if the Cangming Clan has these methods, I fear they would have to exhaust the entire clan's strength to refine just one, and it might not even succeed!"

She spoke faster and faster, becoming more and more excited. Only after finishing in one breath did she realize she had said too much, and immediately shrank her neck in embarrassment. "I... I just read some ancient books about Puppet arts before, and I understand a little bit."

"You certainly know quite a lot." Shen Qingyuan laughed. "I have already prepared the Materials."

He said it lightly, but Jiang Li was shocked to the core upon hearing it.

Although she is young, she grew up in the Central Plains and has a much deeper understanding of Puppet arts than ordinary Cultivators, knowing full well what a Quasi-Emperor Puppet signifies.

That is almost the trump card foundation of an ancient Holy Land. Throughout the entire Cangxuan Great World, the number of factions possessing a Quasi-Emperor Puppet can probably be counted on one hand, and every single one of them is an ancient relic; no one has been able to refine them anew for a long time.

It is not for lack of skill, but for lack of Materials.

For thousands of years, the Emperor Dao has not manifested, and Quasi-Emperor Realm Materials remain extremely scarce.

Even if Quasi-Emperor Realm Materials appear in the world, they are all pocketed by the supreme experts; no one would take them out to refine a Puppet.

Jiang Li opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, she only murmured softly: "Brother Qingyuan, who exactly are you..."

Shen Qingyuan did not answer, only glancing out the window: "We have arrived."

The carriage slowly came to a halt, its wheels crushing over a thin layer of accumulated snow, emitting a faint creaking sound.

Jiang Li lifted the carriage curtain and poked her head out. She saw that at the end of the street, a massive mansion stood quietly amidst the night and the ice and snow. It was built entirely of dark cyan giant stones, and the walls were covered with dense runes that shimmered with a faint silver light in the dim light, like a giant beast lurking in the night.

Above the mansion's lintel hung a plaque, inscribed with two large characters: "Cangming".

The handwriting was vigorous and ancient, each stroke appearing as if carved into the stone with a blade, exuding a heavy atmosphere weathered by long ages.

Standing in front of the mansion gate were two rows of guards dressed in dark cyan leather armor, each with a steady aura and sharp gaze, with even the weakest possessing Dharma Image Realm cultivation.

"Is this the Cangming Clan?" Jiang Li muttered softly, then turned her head to look at Shen Qingyuan. Seeing that his expression remained calm, she could not help but bolster her own courage a little.

The Old Turtle jumped off the carriage shaft, hunched his body, and walked to the mansion gate. He did not knock on the door but simply stood there quietly with his hands tucked into his sleeves.

The guard commander was a middle-aged man with a square face. His gaze swept over the Old Turtle, and his brows furrowed slightly: "Who goes there?"

The Old Turtle grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth: "Venerable Qingyuan is here to pay a visit!"

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