Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master

A cold wind howled, and dark shadows surged!

Yang Chanyu’s face was full of tension as she frantically retreated.

Granny Qiushui, the ghost, moved at extreme speed, streaking through the air as a shadow, and in just a few breaths, she caught up with Yang Chanyu.

However, in the next moment, Yang Chanyu chuckled softly.

She activated the magic treasure within her, instantly swapping positions with the venomous crossbow bolt that had just pierced Luo Shang.

Luo Shang felt a blur before his eyes, and then he saw a beauty with a peach-like face, dressed in pink, smiling at him sweetly.

But Luo Shang felt none of Yang Chanyu's charm; what he sensed was the immense pressure of death and overwhelming fear!

Yang Chanyu launched a fierce attack, wielding a single blade, and slashing with sharp and fierce strikes.

Luo Shang struggled to defend himself, constantly spitting blood, his body slashed over a dozen times, each cut to the bone, and blood sprayed everywhere.

“Yang Chanyu!” Luo Shang roared, his face twisted in rage, no longer showing his previous calm indifference.

Just like Sun Lingtong had recognized him, he too had recognized Yang Chanyu.

After all, she was a true disciple of the No-Void Sect, and her information had long been widely circulated.

"Do you dare to kill me?"

"Aren't you afraid of sparking a war between the No-Void Sect and the Soul-Devouring Sect?"

Luo Shang shouted repeatedly.

“Hehe, why wouldn’t I dare?” Yang Chanyu’s smile became more beautiful, but her strikes grew more ruthless.

However, in the next moment, her brows furrowed.

She realized that, by her nature, she shouldn’t have replied to him. This was a sign that she was being interfered with, her thoughts disordered, out of her control.

Yang Chanyu hurriedly mobilized the treasure within her, but the effect was limited, unable to completely dispel the influence.

In her next several assaults, despite Luo Shang bleeding profusely, he still narrowly survived each time.

“This man’s life force hasn’t run out; he can’t be killed!” Seeing Granny Qiushui turning back to pursue again, Yang Chanyu sighed inwardly.

“No, I still have a chance. Why am I giving up now?!”

With that thought, Yang Chanyu’s attacks inevitably slowed down just a little.

In such an intense battle, even a tiny delay could lead to disastrous consequences.

Moreover, the influence on Yang Chanyu was growing deeper, and her attacks slowed down bit by bit.

"Granny, save me!" Luo Shang’s face was purple, his strength drained as he struggled to suppress the deadly poison within.

Granny Qiushui took action, ultimately choosing to rescue Luo Shang.

She had been dispatched specifically to protect Luo Shang, this true disciple. If she failed in her task, the Soul-Devouring Sect would hold her accountable, and at that point, having her soul scattered would be considered light punishment!

Yang Chanyu retreated once again.

As she withdrew, she shot multiple crossbow bolts.

Having suffered earlier, Granny Qiushui immediately realized that Yang Chanyu might once again swap places with one of the bolts and launch another attack on Luo Shang.

She thought for a moment and decisively tore off her left arm, throwing it at Yang Chanyu.

Then, she grabbed at Luo Shang from a distance.

The several ghostly women Luo Shang used for his cultivation were pulled out by Granny Qiushui and crushed with one hand.

The ghostly women screamed in agony, a horrible sound, but Granny Qiushui’s face only grew colder, her heart like stone.

Using the ghostly women as materials, she cast a spell, conjuring a vast cloud of ghost fog.

The ghost fog entangled Yang Chanyu and Sun Lingtong tightly, roaring like a vortex.

With her remaining right arm, Granny Qiushui grabbed Luo Shang and quickly fled.

Her mission from the sect was to keep Luo Shang alive, not to hunt down and kill Qi Bai’s true murderer—that was Luo Shang’s task, not hers.

At this moment, she had already acted, and if her Nascent Soul aura was revealed, attracting the City Lord Meng Kui, it would be a disaster.

More importantly, Luo Shang was barely hanging on, his entire body swollen and turning red-purple.

The poison applied by Yang Chanyu was too violent.

If Granny Qiushui didn’t find a way to save him, Luo Shang would surely die.

These factors made her decisively withdraw from the battlefield!

Luo Shang was carried by Granny Qiushui as they quickly fled. By now, his body had swollen into a purplish pig's head, and his eyes could barely open, squinting into slits.

"I’ve been beaten!"

Even his life-saving card, Granny Qiushui, had been forced out.

Luo Shang had been ambushed and hadn’t even had the chance to showcase his true strength before being crippled.

“What a good Yang Chanyu!”

“I, Luo Shang, will remember today’s grudge, and I will repay it a hundredfold in the future.”

“However, you won’t get away unscathed today either.”

“Granny Qiushui’s charm technique isn’t something easy to deal with. You might end up fighting your own sect members!”

Thinking of this, a look of hatred crossed Luo Shang’s face.

He was highly sensitive to changes in his mental state and immediately realized something was wrong.

He became flustered.

His panic turned to terror.

He primarily cultivated the Soul-Quelling Art, which was supposed to leave him emotionless, beyond joy or anger. However, his mental state was now severely shaken.

“Although my cultivation wasn’t broken, my injuries are too severe! Damn it, what kind of poison is this?”

…

On the other side, Ning Zhuo had received several warning messages from Sun Lingtong.

“Big Brother Sun!”

“Big Brother is in danger again.”

Ning Zhuo was startled out of his cultivation and stood up from his meditation mat.

“The Soul-Devouring Sect, Luo Shang, a Nascent Soul-level ghost general…”

“The No-Void Sect, Yang Chanyu, damn it, she’s Elder Qing’s favorite disciple, and the primary enemy faction of Big Brother Sun within the No-Void Sect.”

“Terrible, terrible!”

Ning Zhuo paced in place, his head down, thinking rapidly about a solution.

“That ghost fog has trapped Big Brother and Yang Chanyu; it was transformed from a Nascent Soul ghost general’s arm, it’s no small matter.”

“My only hope is to activate the Golden Core-level Mechanical Ape; that’s the best chance to save Big Brother!”

“But the Mechanical Ape isn’t finished yet…”

“If I install the Rampaging Drum and disguise its lower half a bit, I can barely make it usable!”

With that thought, Ning Zhuo hurried off to assemble the Mechanical Ape.

…

At the peak of Mount Huoshi.

Meng Kui frowned deeply.

“A Nascent Soul-level aura?” Meng Kui gazed in the direction of the underground battlefield.

But Meng Kui had no intention of getting up or taking action.

That’s because he also sensed Zhu Xuanji was in danger!

Meng Kui had been informed by Zhu Xuanji that he, along with three Golden Core cultivators from three families, would be exploring the depths of Mount Huoshi. Meng Kui, being aware of this, had to keep an eye on Zhu Xuanji to prevent him from falling into danger and losing his life.

Just as Granny Qiushui was responsible for protecting Luo Shang’s safety, Meng Kui had to ensure that Zhu Xuanji, a member of the royal family, didn’t die in front of him.

As for those three Golden Core cultivators…

Meng Kui would be happy to see them all perish!

The Lava Immortal Palace was a means for the Meng family to assert their ambitions, and the three families had already fully sided with Zhu Xuanji.

Meng Kui couldn’t take direct action against Zhu Xuanji, and he couldn’t attack the three Golden Core cultivators directly either, but he could refrain from helping.

“I only need to save Zhu Xuanji.” Meng Kui had already sensed that Zhu Xuanji was in grave danger.

He thought for a moment and summoned Chi Dun and Fei Si, instructing them to investigate the location where the Nascent Soul-level aura had appeared.

Fei Si stayed outside to provide support, while Chi Dun bypassed the city’s protective formation, probing deeper until he found the underground base.

He broke into the base and saw the swirling ghost fog.

As soon as Chi Dun got closer, a powerful surge of desire rose within him, causing his breathing to grow heavy, his eyes turning red, and a burning urge to vent his lust.

“A Nascent Soul-level technique!”

Unwilling to give up, Chi Dun retreated to a safer distance and tried casting a spell, but the effect was minimal.

Meanwhile, inside the ghost fog, Yang Chanyu had already been ensnared.

Her face flushed like a peach blossom, her eyes filled with affection as if ready to shed tears. She giggled foolishly as she ran toward Sun Lingtong.

Sun Lingtong shouted, “No, don’t come over here!”

Yang

Chanyu said, “Silly child, don’t run.”

“We’re already engaged, what are you shy about?”

“Stop running and come into Sister’s arms!”

Sun Lingtong’s face was filled with terror, his fear stronger than when he had been fighting earlier.

He charged at the ghost fog, but the fog was incredibly strong and solid, beyond what a Foundation Establishment cultivator could break through.

“Xiao Zhuo, Xiao Zhuo, where are you?”

“Hurry and come save me!”

“If you’re any later, I’m going to lose myself.”

The ghost fog cut off the connection between the inside and outside, and even though Sun Lingtong had Ning Zhuo’s Life Hanging by a Thread ability on him, he couldn’t transmit the message.

“Big Brother, hang on!” Ning Zhuo had already rushed to another underground base, frantically assembling the Golden Core-level Mechanical Ape.

“Big Brother, you must hold on.” Ning Zhuo, unaware of what was happening within the ghost fog, imagined that Yang Chanyu, like Qi Bai before, was torturing and tormenting Sun Lingtong.