The Ning Family.

In the meeting hall.

The Spirit Light was emitting a bright light.

The Ning Clan leader, the young leader and a group of clan elders were gathered there.

A few jade slips took turns in their hands. The jade slips recorded the entire process of the Ning Family's exam.

The clan leader rubbed the jade slip in his hand and closed his eyes. The scene in the jade slip appeared in his sea of consciousness and replayed continuously.

Different from previous years, this year he focused on the examination of puppeteering.

This year, the Ning Family's puppeteering arts exam had been changed to controlling a puppet.

The young cultivators infused their magic power into the wooden puppets through the hanging threads.

Through the dual effects of spiritual will and magic power, the puppet was able to move and perform all sorts of actions.

However, even the best young cultivator could only successfully make the puppet walk, somersault in the air, and roll on the ground.

The overall situation was grim.

The clan leader slowly opened his eyes and pulled out his divine sense from the jade slip. He slowly placed the jade slip on the table beside him.

"In this family examination, there is no sign of a puppet master among the younger generation." The Ning Family Patriarch sighed.

The school elder felt the pressure and quickly said, "Patriarch, elders, our Ning Clan is good at talismans. Our family has very little background in puppeteering arts, and the teachers who teach puppeteering arts in the school are all half-baked. How can we cultivate the seeds of puppeteering arts?" |

"I don't know what you mean," the patriach said. "The Volcanic Immortal Palace was a fake immortal city. In the past, the three sects had buried themselves in the mountain to suppress the eruption of the Fire Persimmon Mountain. The best way for us to obtain the inheritance of the Volcanic Immortal Palace's immortal treasures and puppets is to start from the puppet master."

"It was only this year that we discovered the Volcanic Immortal Palace. The other two great clans and the city lord had already been ahead for a long time. They had time to secretly cultivate puppeteer seeds, but we don't."

"We're late, too late. Only by hiring outsiders with a lot of money to act as guest ministers of our clan can we have the possibility of competing."

The Ning Family Patriarch took out a jade slip."Here is a collection of the famous puppet masters in the Fire Persimmon City. Please circulate them around."

After a few minutes, he said, "We have to get to the bottom of this. Especially the last guest! He is the master of the puppets in the Fire Persimmon City. His strength is not bad, and he should be the first target to fight for."

The young clan leader said, "I've never seen him in public. His puppets sell well, but they are sold on the black market once a month."

"And the black market is controlled by Sun Lingtong. This person is an outer disciple of the Bukong Sect, so it's difficult for us to contact him."

The Ning Family Patriarch frowned. "Xiaoren, I don't want to hear you talk about the difficulties. What I need you to do is to solve this problem."

Ning Xiaoren's forehead was covered in sweat as he hurriedly assured, "Yes, Father. I have sent someone to find a way to get in touch with him, and in a few days there will be results!"

Only then did Patriarch Ning stroke his beard and said, "Good. I will wait for the results."

After the meeting, the Ning Family's young patriarch immediately called for his subordinate Ning Ze.

"You have been with me for so long. I let you contact the guest, and you have no progress, what are you doing?!" The young clan leader frowned.

Ning Ze was a middle-aged man with a bitter look on his face. If possible, he wouldn't even want to be involved in such a mission.

"Young Clan Leader, this subordinate is guilty. I really deserve to die for not doing things well."

"But it's really hard to communicate with him. I've been trading with him on the black market for so long and I've been persuading him by buying items here and there, but he was never moved. He doesn't talk about anything other than trading."

"I was trying to find out when disaster struck and I offended the owner of the black market, Sun Lingtong, who lost his temper. I was framed, and lost a lot of spirit stones. For which I have to pay for all."

"That's enough!" The young patriarch interrupted him unhappily, "You've been tricked by others. It's already embarrassing enough. Do you still want to find the clan to bear the price of your mistakes for you?"

"This time, my clan wants to purchase 80 upper and lower Wishful Ropes. You can do it."

"80? So much?!"

The young patriarch said, "You are going to try your best with this big business. You've been in contact with the wandering customer many times, so there should be a way to promote cooperation."

"But your performance really makes me doubt your ability, Ning Ze."

Ning Ze felt the pressure and promised that he would do his best.

He came to the southeast of Fire Persimmon City.

In the Fire Persimmon City, this was the place where there were all sorts of people, thieves, and criminals, and the security was the worst.

At the same time, this was also where the black market was located.

At one of the entrances of the black market, Ning Ze revealed a token.

A cultivator with a sinister expression glanced at Ning Ze. After carefully checking the token, he threw it back to Ning Ze and said coldly,"Follow me."

He led Ning Ze into the hut behind him. Then, he lifted the floor of the hut, revealing a hole.

He brought Ning Ze into the cave entrance and took seven turns in the tunnel. Finally, they arrived at an underground trading space.

Here, it was like a small market.

Ning Ze's gaze swept over and he saw his target.

"Lord, we meet again." Ning Ze came to the front of the gues with warm smile on his face.

Chu Liu Ke was a doddering old man whose back was badly injured, hand on crutches, the whole body bent like a lobster. His face had the vicissitudes of life, pouch dark purple, wrinkles deep enough to clip mosquitoes.

His long black hair was messy, extending from the top of his head to his shoulders and down to his feet. It was like a wide black cloak.

Standing behind the cart, the man just glanced at Ning Ze indifferently and did not speak.

The wandering guest had always such an attitude, making Ning Ze helpless. The bottom of his heart was constantly filling up with anger.

He was a cultivator of the Ning Family, but the Wandering Guest didn't give him any face!

However, the Ning Family's young patriarch had always wanted to rope in the Wandering Guest. Ning Ze felt aggrieved and smiled. "Lord Wandering Guest, this time I brought you a big deal."

"A full 80 Wishful Rope!"

"You see, such a big business, do you have a good price?"

"I am your old customer, so take care of your business, such business will be more in the future. Every time, it's 200 spirit stones for a Wishful Rope. This price is always the same. It's a bit unreasonable."

The guest nodded slightly and said in a hoarse voice,"You're right."

"250 spirit stones a stick, then"

He said, "Lord, stop teasing me. That's not how you lower the price."

Unexpectedly, the guest snorted coldly, "Every time you say any nonsense, I will raise the price by 50 spirit stones."

Ning Ze's eyes widened as he froze on the spot.

Anger rose in his belly. He really wanted to slap the old man to the ground. However, he suppressed his anger and said in a muffled voice,

"Alright, I'll pay you the price!"

"It's just that my clan wants to add some other functions so that it can match my clan's style. The specific changes-"

The guest interrupted forcefully, "There is no change. If you want to buy it, buy it then or get lost."

Ning Ze choked.

After taking a deep breath, he nodded with a bitter smile and agreed to the deal.

The wandering guest did not make movements. On the puppetering cart, there were, from the roof hanging a few small puppets.

The puppets were all driven by strings, and they all laughed like real people.

They rolled, jumped, and even played with each other, pushing, finally opening the round cover inside the cart.

They drilled into the hole under the cover one by one, and then like dragging out a python, pull up and down the best rope.

Every time Ning Ze saw this scene, he was amazed.

The ability to control these puppets was extremely skilled, and the puppets seemed to really come to life.

If the Ning Family's young cultivator had one percent of such control ability, then the puppeteer subject would definitely be top-notch!

"The organ art is the bottom of the list of the hundred arts of cultivation, and it has a lot of weaknesses. The most obvious weakness is the control method!"

"Take these puppets for example. As long as you cut off the hanging thread, they will be paralyzed in an instant."

Ning Ze handed over the spirit stones and left the black market with the Wishful Rope. Only then did he reveal a trace of ruthlessness and anger.

"Come on! I'm going to give you a lesson."

"This time, I specially invited Huang Gusan the ghost for you! I'm going to give you a gift!"

"Since you don't eat toast, then eat the scrap."

Ning Ze felt like he was forced to not have method and could only only take a risk.

His plan was simple: First, he would ask the three ghosts of the Huang family to deal with the guest, and then he would come forward to save the situation, in order to show goodwill. If the Wandering Guest was seriously injured, he would not rule out the possibility of forcing the Wandering Guest into submission.

In short, the first was to open the situation, then to complete the task itself as the first priority.

As for the other problems, that was the matter of the rest of the Ning Family!

After the black market had ended, the Wandering Guest who was loaded with money walked down the shadowy alleyways.

All of a sudden...

God-subduing Talisman!

A talisman was instantly triggered, sealing the surrounding space.

The tufts of hair stood still, motionless.

"Hee hee hee ......"

Light laughter echoed as three little ghosts emerged from the left and attacked the Wandering Guest.

The Wandering Guest was as silent as a stone. It was only when the ghosts closed in on him that his body shook.

Several small birds were shaken out by him and shot forward.

The Thunder Silence Birds!

In the darkness, a few electric lights suddenly lit up, bursting out with thunder, but surprisingly silent.

　In an instant, the Thunder Silence Bird caved in and killed three little ghosts.

"How is that possible?"

"You clearly used the God-subduing Talisman, so you shouldn't be able to use your spiritual awareness to control the puppets!"

"There is something odd. It was obviously a puppet, but I didn't see him use the hanging thread at all."

"Whatever, attack together!"

The Huang Clan's three ghosts leaped out and attacked at the same time, each of them using their own methods to surround the Wandering Guest.

For a moment, more than a dozen ghosts gushed out. Evil spirits were everywhere, brandishing their fangs and brandishing their claws. They were sinister and ferocious.

The Wandering Guest's messy black hair that reached down to his feet suddenly condensed into long whips.

The long black whip danced like a dragon and snake, but it did not have a trace of aura. In the silence, it was filled with terrifying killing intent.

Puppet-Tendrils of Death Whip!

The whip's momentum was incomparably ferocious, as if it could devour everything. Wherever it went, souls would scatter.

The three ghosts of the Huang Family had fierce eyes and were about to receive the attack.

In the sea of consciousness of the Wandering Guest, a treasure seal, as big as a treasure mountain and as one with the Buddha and the Devil, suddenly blossomed with a strange light.

It was the dharma treasure-Buddha's Heart Demon Seal!

The three ghosts froze at the same time, revealing a fatal flaw. In a state of shock, they retreated in a panic, but it was too late.

　　Two screams, and two were ghosts killed.

The Huang Boss was so furious and angry that he tried his best to press on his Foundation Establishment Dantian and counterattacked the Wandering Guest.

The dagger that held his hoper revenge was as fast as lightning, instantly hitting the middle of the Vanishing Guest's forehead.

Ding.

　　There was a crunching sound of metal clashing.

The Huang Boss was stunned in disbelief.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

In the next moment, a dozen Death Whips gathered together and pierced through him from top to bottom, front to back, left to right.

The Huang Boss stared in disbelief as his body was pierced through by the Death Whips and hung in mid-air, blood spurting out like rain from the wounds, splattering on the ground and walls, only to be covered by the heavy night.

When the nearby cultivators heard the strange commotion, they came to the alley to check.

"What happened?" The cultivator was puzzled.

In the alley, not a single corpse or drop of blood was found.

"Why is there no news yet?" Asked Ning Ze, who had been waiting for no news for a long time. "It's been a long time. It hould have succeeded."

"The Wandering Guest, and the three ghosts of the Huang Clan are all at the Foundation Establishment stage. Even if their battle power was suppressed in the Fire Persimmon Immortal City. With three against one, it doesn't make sense that they would fail." He was still consoling himself.

"I gave them the God-subduing Talisman, and I gave them the spiritual pet, the Green Blade Mantis, which can cut the hanging silk. With such preparation, the puppet master would have been severely restrained!"

"Let's wait a little longer."

This kind of waiting was doomed to be fruitless.

The Wandering Guest walked in the middle of the underground tunnel.

There were three Death Whips hung behind him, each carrying a cultivator's corpse. As they moved, they cast a monstrous figure on the wall of the tunnel.

Ahead of him, red light gradually appeared, and the temperature sizzled.

Turning around the corner, a large furnace appeared in front of the Wandering Guest.

The furnace door opened, and the man threw the three corpses into it with great dexterity.

After closing the door, he went to the storage room.

He threw the few kilograms of fire essence he had purchased from the black market into the storage room.

After many years of accumulation, the fire essence in the storage room had piled up into a small mountain.

　"Still missing the last ten pounds of fire essence."

The Wandering Guest arrived at the teleportation room and activated the teleportation array.

The next moment, he returned to his underground workshop.

The body of the Wandering Guest began to change.

The strange black hair on his head quickly shrank, and his hunched figure gradually stood upright. The old man's body under the black robe changed into a light and shadow, gradually returning to his original appearance-this was a silver-gray puppeteering armor.

The surface of the armor was glowing with a faint treasure light. There were talismans and formation patterns all over the armor. A new scar appeared on the helmet.

This was the Huang Boss's dying counter attack.

The chest armor, belly armor, and leg armor of the battle armor opened symmetrically to the left and right sides.

From it, a young boy emerged.

The young man's face was white, his eyes were as clear as water, and his temperament was calm and peaceful.

The name of the armor was Pale Iron Han Armor and the young man was Ning Zhuo.