Gou Zai Yao Wu Simulated Immortal

For the next few days, the sound of drawing talismans never stopped in the house.

With these two oxen and horses helping him with the work, he was able to acquire spirit stones much faster.

Li Qian, however, shifted his focus to something else.

He pulled out several miscellaneous books on puppetry that he had bought earlier.

He then went to the market to borrow several old books that specifically discussed the creation of puppets from demon corpses, and carefully examined them in the courtyard.

Although Wen Qianji was an expert, other people's methods were ultimately other people's methods.

When it came to actually moving the dragon's corpse, Li Qian didn't want to be completely clueless and not even understand the intricacies.

When refining a demon corpse into a puppet, the most important thing is to avoid disharmony between the flesh and blood and disordered acupoints.

The higher the bloodline of a demon, the harder it is for its life force to dissipate.

If the bones harbor old evil influences, and the flesh conceals life force, a slight deviation during the stitching process can lead to the puppet's destruction, or even worse, the creation of malevolent thoughts that can devour its master through the puppet's body.

The dragon species is especially prone to this.

Such things are inherently half-demon and half-spirit, and cannot be compared to the corpses of ordinary bears and wolves.

As Li Qian read, he secretly compared the dragon bones and flesh in his hand with what was described in the book, and the more he read, the more he felt that inviting Lu Chenchuan was the right decision.

In addition, he took some time to visit the weapon-refining pavilion.

When the shopkeeper saw him arrive, he smiled broadly and invited the weapon refiner out.

Li Qian inquired about the progress of the superior-grade sword embryo.

The weapon refiner calculated with his fingers and said that the process was still a step short, and the core of the sword was not yet fully stabilized. It would take about four or five more days.

Upon hearing this, Li Qian paid for expedited spirit stones to further accelerate the forging speed of the sword.

It can be retrieved on the third day.

Since he was already there, he took the opportunity to walk around the pavilion again.

A few days ago, Li Qian looked down at the snake-scale armor he was wearing.

It would have been better if I hadn't looked, because once I did, my brows immediately furrowed.

The fine array patterns inside the soft armor had become a blurry mess.

The ordeal I endured in the dilapidated temple earlier.

After falling into the Dragon River, it was further eroded by the Yin Water Corpse Demon, and then it encountered several head-on collisions.

The fact that Jia has survived this long is quite remarkable.

If I hadn't checked it out these past two days, I might have suffered a hidden loss if the old mill had disturbed the dragon's corpse three days later.

This snake-scale armor alone is far from safe.

Seeing his interest, the shopkeeper immediately took out several sets of protective magic items.

Li Qian carefully examined the items, selected a ready-made set, and then ordered a set of smaller items that focused on close-fitting protection, combining them into one set.

I also paid for express delivery, and I'll pick it up together once it's finished forging.

Li Qian left the weapon-refining pavilion and returned to his courtyard to continue reading and learning.

On the morning of the third day, Li Qian put away all the talismans and sealed the dragon bones and flesh into two demon-sealing wooden boxes to suppress their activity.

He had already retrieved the sword and armor ahead of time.

"You two have worked hard these past few days, so you don't need to come along today."

A look of joy appeared in Lü Liang's eyes.

Li Qian then said, "Stay in the house and continue drawing basic talismans."

The joy on Lü Liang's face froze.

Sima You sighed; he was used to it.

Li Qian pushed open the door and went out. The sky outside was gloomy, and the clouds were very low.

……

The old mill in Fangbei has been abandoned for many years.

The millstone lay askew in the courtyard, half of the stone beam was sunk into the mud, and the corner of the wall was covered with dark green moss.

Further on was the desolate courtyard that Wen Qianji had mentioned.

Most of the courtyard wall has collapsed, leaving only a few broken sections. The surrounding area is overgrown with waist-high weeds, and it is indeed rare for people to come here on weekdays.

When Li Qian arrived, Lu Chenchuan was already there.

He leaned against the broken wall, sword in hand, his clothes fluttering in the wind.

"You've finally arrived. I thought something had happened to you."

Li Qian asked, "Where is Wen Qianji?"

Lu Chenchuan raised his chin, and suddenly a bulge appeared on the ground in the courtyard.

As the soil was turned over, tiny black-shelled insects emerged from the ground, densely clustering into a ring.

In the center of the circle, a pale-faced middle-aged cultivator slowly emerged from the underground passage.

The man was thin with deep-set eyes. He wore a gray robe, and several black veins could be faintly seen on his neck.

The voice was exactly the same as that of the insect puppet: "Fellow Daoist Li, Fellow Daoist Lu, it's been a long time."

Wen Qianji cupped his hands in a respectful gesture, but his fingers trembled slightly as he did so.

Li Qian's gaze fell on the dark veins on his neck. "I hear you don't look too well, Fellow Daoist."

Wen Qianji smiled wryly, "I've been getting splashed with dirty water so much lately, it's hard to sleep soundly."

Li Qian did not expose him, but simply took out several stacks of talismans.

"The Concealment Talisman, the Breath Locking Talisman, and the Mysterious Armor Purification Talisman are all here."

A hint of joy flashed in Wen Qianji's eyes, and he quickly accepted it.

He stuck one of the Xuanjia Purification Talismans to his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

Lu Chenchuan saw this, his brows furrowed slightly, but he remained silent.

Li Qian took out another soul contract.

Wen Qianji and Lu Chenchuan bit their fingertips and pressed their blood onto the Soul Contract.

The soul contract flashed and transformed into the space between the three people's eyebrows.

Wen Qianji took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

"Let's begin the formation."

Upon hearing this, Lu Chenchuan plunged his sword into the soil.

The swarm of insects in the courtyard quickly dispersed, and the black insects, each carrying a tiny bone fragment, pieced together a strange array on the ground.

As soon as the array was completed, a chilling aura rose from the ground.

Li Qian then removed the dragon's bones and flesh.

The moment the wooden box was opened, the wind in the desolate courtyard stopped abruptly.

The dragon's bones lay quietly in the box, while the dragon's flesh rippled slightly within them.

The next moment, a visible line of blood appeared between the bone and flesh.

Bloodlines are connected across the distance.

Wen Qianji's expression changed drastically. "Quickly, calm them down!"

The array diagram controlled by Lu Chenchuan lit up brightly.

The dragon's bones trembled violently, emitting a low growl that sounded neither like a beast nor a beast.

Li Qian simultaneously threw out six Soul-Suppressing Talismans.

The talisman was pasted onto the dragon's bone, and the cinnabar patterns instantly lit up.

Wen Qianji dared not hesitate any longer and quickly formed hand seals.

The swarm of insects surged forward like black water, enveloping the dragon's bones and flesh on both sides.

"The dragon's bones form the frame, and its flesh forms the network."

"First refine the bones, then draw out the flesh."

"Don't let them merge on their own, lest they be resurrected through borrowed power!"

Li Qian felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing this, and he immediately fastened the Corpse-Binding Talisman in his hand.

The swarm of insects gnawed at the dragon's bones, making a sickeningly soft, grating sound.

On the surface of the dragon bone, dark blood-red patterns were forced out by the swarm of insects, and then Wen Qianji used a secret technique to guide them into the formation.

The dragon's flesh began to stretch out, a clump of red, living mud crawling inch by inch toward the dragon's bones.

Lu Chenchuan stood outside the array's core, using copper needles to draw supplementary diagrams.

Whenever the dragon's bones vibrated, he would use copper needles to draw an array to forcefully suppress it back down.

Li Qian kept adding talismans.

One after another, soul-suppressing talismans, purification talismans, and spirit-locking talismans fell, forcefully suppressing the restlessness within the formation.

Half an hour later, the dragon's bones and flesh finally began to truly fuse.

Fine strands of flesh grew from a section of white bone.

The shredded meat wrapped around the joints, slowly forming a twisted dragon claw.

A fanatical look appeared in Wen Qianji's eyes.

"It's done!"

"If we can hold on for just half an hour longer, we can refine the rudimentary form of the dragon bone corpse puppet!"

The voice just fell.

Suddenly, three knocks came from outside the deserted courtyard.

The three of them stopped at the same time.

Lu Chenchuan's eyes turned cold, and his broken sword tilted slightly.

Li Qian raised his hand to stop him.

A hoarse laugh came from outside the courtyard.

"Fellow Daoist Wen, the score with the Green-Backed Alligator has not yet been settled."

"You're busy making puppets instead."

"What, you also dismantled this dragon corpse without permission?"

Wen Qianji's face turned pale.