Gou Zai Yao Wu Simulated Immortal

In Baixifang, the sun was shining brightly.

The streets and alleys were bustling with people and lined with stalls.

Various fragrances mingled together, drifting on the wind.

Li Qian opened his eyes from the shadows, his fingertips still carrying a trace of the chilling aura he had brought back from the Great Sun Dynasty.

The connection between the living flesh in the dragon's eye and the adult dragon bones in the Sumeru Ring was no coincidence.

The bones creak and the flesh trembles; the flesh moves and the bones respond.

Li Qian immediately got up, left his temporary lodging, and headed straight for the southwest corner of Baixifang.

The person he was looking for was named Wen Qianji.

This person was not a proper puppeteer in the market; rather, he seemed like a madman who had taken up the craft halfway through his career.

Li Qian sought him out because he had some knowledge of the art of demon corpses.

He was the first person he met in Baixi during his simulation. He made a point of befriending him when he first moved here, and he still finds him useful today.

He usually loves collecting the remains of demons and often pieces together things that would make others frown, turning them into usable items.

Many cultivators in the neighborhood had rather strange expressions when they mentioned him.

It is said that this person is crazy, but his skills are indeed not bad.

Li Qian walked along the side alley and soon stopped in front of a small courtyard with a half-closed wooden door.

There was no plaque in the courtyard, but several old puppets, dismantled and in pieces, were piled up outside the gate.

Wooden bones and copper tendons were scattered all over the ground, and two spines of unknown monsters hung nearby.

A gust of wind blew, and they gently bumped into each other, making a soft, crisp sound.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door.

A short while later, a lazy voice came from inside the door: "The door isn't locked, just come in."

Li Qian pushed open the door and entered.

Upon entering the courtyard, a chaotic mix of smells hit you, including the stench of old corpses and an indescribable odor of burnt wood and ointment.

The courtyard was filled with unfinished products; animal claws hung on wooden frames, and skulls were displayed on stone tables.

In the corner lay a wolf-shaped puppet, only half-assembled.

A thin, middle-aged man with disheveled hair was squatting on the ground, slowly refining a bluish-black bone claw with a fine file.

Hearing footsteps, he didn't even look up, only saying, "If you want to repair the puppet, give me a price first."

Li Qian glanced at him and got straight to the point: "Qianji, how have you been lately?"

The man paused for a moment, then looked up.

"Oh, isn't this Master Li Dafu? What brings you to visit my humble abode?"

Li Qian didn't beat around the bush and immediately formed a soul contract with Wen Qianji.

He recounted everything he had seen and heard at the bottom of the Duolong River, focusing on the most important parts.

Wen Qianji initially listened casually, not paying much attention.

But when Li Qian mentioned that there was a clump of bones that, though seemingly detached, still resembled a living mountain of flesh.

The light in his eyes gradually brightened.

When Li Qian finished speaking, Wen Qianji couldn't help but gasp.

He paced back and forth a couple of times, his face beaming with barely suppressed excitement.

"Interesting." He tossed the bone claw onto the table.

"Okay, okay, okay!"

"You've come across something truly amazing this time!"

As he spoke, he suddenly turned to look at Li Qian: "Do you know what that is?"

Li Qian shook his head: "That's why I came to find you."

Wen Qianji raised his hand and slammed it on the table, making a crisp "smack" sound.

"If I'm not mistaken, it's most likely a powerful dragon-type demon that's close to the second rank."

"And it's not just any ordinary dragon demon; it may have already reached the threshold of transformation."

He spoke faster and faster, gesturing with his hands as he spoke.

"This kind of monster, its bones, blood, scales, and tendons—aren't they all valuable?"

"But the thing you saw was just a lump of flesh lying in the formation. We removed its bones, scales, veins, and marrow."

Upon hearing this, Li Qian's gaze narrowed slightly.

This is very close to his previous guess.

Wen Qianji was still in high spirits and walked around half of the courtyard.

He clicked his tongue and said, "What a pity, what a real pity."

"If this flesh is still connected to the demon bones, even if only half a skeleton remains, it can be used for refining, and in the future it will at least be a ferocious puppet that can reach the threshold of the second tier."

"If you add some more good stuff... the value is simply incalculable."

He sighed deeply as he spoke.

"Now that its flesh and blood are separated and its demonic essence is incomplete, its value has plummeted significantly."

"Even so, it is still a top-notch product."

He suddenly stopped, looked at Li Qian, and his tone became more serious.

"If you keep thinking about breaking the formation first, then things will go wrong."

Li Qian asked, "Why?"

Wen Qianji shook his head and said, "Because it hasn't decayed for many years, someone has been supplying it with other life forms."

"If you forcefully break the formation, the supply will be cut off, and this lump of flesh will be the first to spoil."

"When the blood energy is depleted and the remaining energy dissipates, it will be greatly diminished even if used for puppet refining."

Li Qian listened very attentively. It seemed that his previous judgment was correct. He had not acted rashly, which allowed him to gain more from this trip.

Seeing his expression, Wen Qianji knew he had taken it to heart: "So we can't break the formation first; we have to get the meat first."

"Taking meat from within the formation is not my forte."

As he spoke, he pointed north towards the area.

"In Baixifang, if you really want to discuss the art of formations, you have to go to Lu Chenchuan."

"That fellow has a rather eccentric temper and a sharp tongue, but when it comes to formations, I doubt anyone in Baixifang is more proficient in them than him. He understands them better than I do."

"Go ask him to find a way to loosen the formation a bit first, to peel that lump of flesh out of the trap, and then we can talk about breaking the formation later."

Upon hearing this, Li Qian immediately felt that this path was exactly what he wanted.

If we could truly extract the living flesh from the dragon's eye and then combine it with the dragon bone in the Sumeru Ring...

That's not as simple as just getting a piece of demonic material.

They could suddenly have a trump card that is far superior to their current methods.

With that in mind, Li Qian didn't waste any more words.

He took out twenty low-grade spirit stones and stacked them flat on the table.

"This Q&A session is on you."

Wen Qianji glanced at the spirit stones, and without any formalities, rolled up his sleeves and collected them all.

A satisfied smile finally appeared on his lips. "That was great."

"Lu Chenchuan lives at the very end of Guanju Lane in the north of the neighborhood; it's the small courtyard with an old ebony plaque hanging outside the door."

"When you go, speak less nonsense and tell the truth. This person hates being fooled with half-truths."

Li Qian nodded and wrote these words down.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Wen Qianji suddenly added, "There's one more thing."

"If you really manage to remove that lump of flesh, don't rush to start refining it."

"There's a lingering remnant inside that thing; if things go wrong, before the flesh and blood can reunite, it might devour its master first."

Upon hearing this, Li Qian's eyes flickered slightly, and he cupped his hands in a gesture of respect: "I've remembered it."

After saying that, he didn't linger and turned to leave the hospital.

Despite the bright sunshine outside, Baixifang was still bustling with people.

Li Qian stood at the alley entrance, looked up at the north side of the neighborhood, and a deep meaning flickered in his eyes.

Before parting, Wen Qianji had clearly explained where Lu Chenchuan lived.

Li Qian walked along the bluestone alley.

After turning past a low wall covered with withered vines, a small courtyard came into view.

The courtyard gate was half-closed, and above the gate hung only an old ebony plaque with the words "Observation Bureau" written on it.

Next, it's time to meet Lu Chenchuan.