Demonic Demoness Training Project

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The mechanical armor on the puppet's back slowly opened, from which several chains shot out, the ends of which were connected to bone nails as thick as a fist.

These bone nails were exactly the same as the ones that had previously controlled Ji Lie, only much smaller. They shot out in unison, aiming straight for various joints on Lu Li's body.

Chapter 132 Returning Home

Countless bone nails flew in, and everyone could already imagine the scene of the girl being pierced by the bone nails and becoming a puppet.

But at that moment, Lu Li suddenly took three steps back, dodging the bone nails, and then stepped forward again, stomping down on the chain connecting the bone nails.

Someone present exclaimed:

"How is this possible? We were only affected by that soul-path divine power, and our souls felt a stinging pain. She was so close, how could she still move?"

"What level is her divine sense?"

Lu Li sneered inwardly; how could mere soul-path supernatural powers possibly work on him?

Even before his breakthrough, his spiritual strength had reached the lower grade of Grade B. Now that he has broken through to the Open Source Realm, his spiritual strength has broken through to the middle grade of Grade B.

Not only that, like Tan Mengzi, she also underwent the tempering of the Heavenly Tribulation, making her divine sense extremely pure. With the blessing of the Three Revolutions and Nine Forms Spirit Core, the Soul Dao Divine Power, apart from making her ears hurt, did not produce any substantial effect.

"You were the one who hit me before, now it's my turn to hit you."

As he spoke, Lu Li stepped on the chains, lifted them up with his arms, and swung them up along with the three-turn puppets, using the puppets as hammers to throw them into the air and smash them down on Wan Hanshan and the others.

"not good!"

Wan Hanshan tried to dodge, but it was too late. He was hit squarely by the puppet falling from the sky and felt dizzy.

The puppet was pressing down on him. Wan Hanshan had just crawled out of it and hadn't even stood up when Lu Li strode up to him, grabbed him by the neck, and punched him.

"Didn't you want to see what I took? Look carefully! This is the opportunity you've been waiting for!"

state!

After that punch, Wan Hanshan felt as if his skull was about to split open, but he still refused to admit defeat and shouted:

"Good fight!"

"Okay! Let's do it again!"

As he spoke, Lu Li threw a second punch, which smashed open Wan Hanshan's skull. Blood splattered everywhere, exposing the grayish-brown Xuan Shu structure. Lu Li simply ripped the Xuan Shu out along with the skull, but Wan Hanshan's lips were still moving.

"I...I am the Holy Son!"

"Every time you're about to die, you start crying and begging, using your status to intimidate me. Is being the Holy Son so great? I'll beat you up, Holy Son! Humph!"

After saying that, Lu Li threw his third punch.

This time, Wan Hanshan finally shut his mouth completely. The other disciples were so frightened that they ran away. Only the third-stage puppet hesitated for a moment, then suddenly got up. Its armor turned red instantly, and its whole body radiated a scorching heat.

"That thing is self-destructing! Everyone, retreat!"

Lu Li was immediately startled. Even he had to be careful in the face of the desperate counterattack of the three-turn puppet. He grabbed the storage bag from Wan Hanshan's corpse and hurriedly left the scene.

boom!

Before they had taken two steps, a loud bang was heard, and a terrifying heat wave swept over them, carrying fragments of the broken mechanical armor, engulfing everything in sight.

After a full three breaths, when the smoke and dust had cleared, a small hand emerged from the flowing molten iron.

"Guwa!"

His small head emerged from the molten iron. By then, there was no one around. Everyone had either fled or perished in the explosion. Only he survived.

His condition is very poor; his Azure Netherworld Skin and Ice Skin are severely damaged, and regeneration will take time, and he may also need to replenish some spiritual materials.

"Oh no! My storage bag!"

Lu Li suddenly became alert and touched the storage bag beneath him. It had also been severely damaged. Although he had stolen many storage bags, the one he usually used, from the Venerable of the Tongxian Sect, was of decent quality. Thanks to the timely rescue, the contents inside were not damaged.

Lu Li felt a lingering fear; if he had been a step later, he would have been bankrupt.

As for Wan Hanshan's, its quality was much worse. The moment Lu Li took it out of the molten iron, it exploded with a bang, scattering its contents all over the ground.

During this process, many of the items in the storage bag were burned, but the more valuable items were mostly unharmed.

After a thorough inspection, Wan Hanshan's storage bag contained quite a lot of items, including six fragments of the Guixu Seal, several puppet diagrams, a number of spiritual materials, seven thousand spirit stones, four second-stage puppets, and a puppet body that was half-finished.

Lu Li quickly transferred these items into his storage bag, not daring to linger any longer. He was in terrible condition and was afraid that the cultivators might launch a surprise attack.

Afterwards, Lu Li found a secluded cave and began to rest and heal his wounds.

……

Two days later, the heavens and earth suddenly began to tremble.

Before Qingming's painted skin could be repaired, Lu Li walked out of the cave in confusion and saw a purple aura coming from the south, and the concentration of Boundless Tribulation around him was rapidly increasing.

Calculating the time, it hadn't even been two months. The outbreak of the immeasurable calamity came three days earlier than expected. Lu Li could no longer linger and set off for the sect's residence.

When the concentration of boundless calamity reaches a certain level, even mechanical artifacts will be affected. The spiritual materials that make up the mechanical artifacts will change, thus affecting the normal operation of the mechanical artifacts. This is the origin of the special spiritual minerals in the Boundless Realm.

Therefore, Lu Li made a special trip to the pear orchard to take away the puppets hiding there, and also gave Xiao Hanyan a few instructions.

Lu Li already had a clue about the person the other party was looking for. When he last activated the Uranium Pill to deal with Meng Zhang, he had the artifact spirit in the Great Dream Pivot do some deductions and obtained some clues. He would send them to her after he found the person.

Xiao Hanyan was quite sensible; before leaving, she even gave Lu Li two pears.

Afterwards, Lu Li rushed to the sect's headquarters. When he arrived, the disciples were hurriedly packing up their magical artifacts, preparing to leave.

Lu Li witnessed the sect's utter depravity once again. The mining artifacts previously distributed had to be retrieved and handed over, and the lost artifacts had to be registered one by one and recorded under the disciples' names. Many disciples had no choice but to go back and collect their artifacts with long faces, enduring immeasurable tribulations.

Lu Li also pretended to have just returned from outside and blended into the crowd.

Once outside the Boundless Realm, the Star Chariot was already waiting.

Returning to the outside world, with the Boundless Calamity gone, Lu Li felt somewhat uneasy. The scene before him was completely different from two months ago, with traces of the great battle everywhere.

As soon as Lu Li came out, a divine sense swept over him. Of course, it was just a sweep and he didn't pay much attention to it. The owner of the divine sense was Ying Wange. She stood with her hands behind her back in the air, facing another Creation Realm cultivator from Qingyang Palace. Behind the two of them stood several elders.

For now, both sides have temporarily ceased hostilities and are busy arranging for their disciples to evacuate. Of course, compared to those half-dead outer disciples, they are more concerned about the rare spiritual materials they have obtained this time.

The atmosphere was tense. The two sides faced each other from a distance, with the two high-ranking officials staring at the other's starship carrying goods, as if they might step forward and snatch it at any moment.

Lu Li boarded the ship as if nothing had happened. The war and rise and fall of the two sects were none of his business. He just wanted to return to his sect as soon as possible to see his master.

Chapter 133 Disciple, let me see!

On this day, the wind howled and dark clouds covered the sun.

At this moment, a light rain began to fall from the sky. A row of wooden crows stood at the bow of the boat, looking around with a sense of spirituality mixed with a touch of mechanicalness.

Su Xiaoya stood on the railing, blinking her scarlet eyes, gazing at the distant scenery while waiting for the star raft to start.

All that could be heard were the wails and shouts of the disciples. Dozens of disciples lay on the deck, looking miserable. Their limbs were either mutilated in the battle or twisted and rotten from the erosion of countless eons.

"A seventy-year-old, first-stage mechanical weapon, the Mountain Ape Arm, for the female disciple's personal use. Senior brother, I think this arm is also useless. Why don't you consider my Mountain Ape Arm?"

As the female disciple called out, a male disciple stopped her. Half of his body was paralyzed, his right arm was slightly atrophied, and his left arm was bent at an odd angle as if the skeleton had been removed.

How much for this arm?

"Sixty spirit stones, fixed price. If you want it, I'll open it right now."

As she spoke, the female disciple pretended to unfasten the mechanism buckle on her shoulder.

"Stop, stop, stop! Sixty spirit stones is too expensive. Your puppet is already so broken, and it's a women's style. It should only cost thirty spirit stones at most."

"Senior brother, I only thought of selling this puppet because I was short of money. You're not having an easy time either."

"I've been in this wretched place for a month and earned less than a hundred spirit stones. I spent twenty spirit stones healing my wounds and I'm barely clinging to life. How am I supposed to live if I give you sixty spirit stones? Junior sister, please have mercy and give me fifty spirit stones."

Haggling was a common sight, and even though she was used to it, Su Xiaoya couldn't help but feel like crying when she saw her fellow busy people.

Due to the two major battles, the mortality rate of the two batches of disciples who entered the Boundless Realm this year reached 50%, which is much higher than in previous years.

In previous years, when the disciples of the two sects met, they remained at peace, and most of them died in countless eons. This year, however, if the disciples of the two sects meet, a fierce battle is inevitable, which is why the current situation has arisen.

During the clash between the two high-level factions, resource plunder was of paramount importance, and the Starship was consequently affected, with most of it already destroyed.

This resulted in a shortage of rooms originally intended for the disciples, and many disciples were placed on the deck, where they would have to endure the next day and night.

As for the spiritual materials that were collected, they were even more precious than those of the injured disciples, so they were all properly stored in the warehouse below deck.

Su Xiaoya saw a familiar figure. The girl walked onto the deck expressionlessly, handed over some spiritual materials to the steward, and then took the spirit stones. Just as she was about to enter the cabin, Su Xiaoya fluttered up and followed her.

Su Xiaoya knew that this guy was a noble inner disciple, and the sect wouldn't make her sleep on the deck.

The guy went into his room, closed the door, and locked it from the inside. Su Xiaoya carefully considered her words, trying to figure out how to get him to release the puppet sister.

The little crow's head was spinning rapidly, but unfortunately, she didn't have a Spirit Core, so her small brain didn't allow her to make overly complex deductions. After thinking for a while, a wisp of white smoke rose from the bird's head.

After an unknown amount of time, the door was suddenly opened, and a girl stepped out, giving Little Wooden Crow a wink.

The little crow peered into the room and saw that the person inside was meditating in seclusion. It immediately understood the identity of the person in front of it.

"Quack, are you the new daughter your mother caught outside?"

"Is it possible that the thing you're talking about is called 'older sister'?"

"Okay, so you're an older sister!"

"Shh—it's not convenient to talk here, let's go outside."

The person and the bird walked down the stairs, found a secluded corner, and settled down when no one was around.

Mo Wan's ability to move is entirely due to Lu Li's remote control. The straight-line distance between here and Lu Li's room is about 100 zhang. As Lu Li's divine sense realm improves, the distance he can remotely control Mo Wan has expanded from the original 50 zhang to the current 120 zhang.

Of course, Su Xiaoya didn't know any of this. She always thought that Mo Wan was a puppet with a spirit. When it saw her sister stop here, it thought it was a convenient place to talk, so it stopped as well.

"Su Xiaoya, right? Let me introduce myself. My name is Mo Wan."

"Okay! Sister Mo Wan!"

"Uh, how's the intelligence you were asked to gather, host? What's going with it?"

"Quack, everything's all sorted out."

After speaking, the little wooden crow flew to the top of Mo Wan's head, and a ray of red light shot out from its eyes. Immediately afterwards, some information flowed into Mo Wan's Spirit Core.

It contained a detailed list of the disciples who died in that battle, as well as the specific whereabouts of their souls. The information was so detailed that Mo Wan even suspected that Xiao Biga had hacked the intelligence center of the White Moon Palace.

During this period, both Mu Ya and her disciples were trapped in the Boundless Realm, so they received very little information. Lu Li didn't expect Su Xiaoya to bring her much useful information at all.

"Where did you get this?"

“It was obtained from a wood raven. It had passed on this information before, so it had it written in its head.”

"It just gave it to you directly?"

"I asked it for it, and it gave it to me."

Yes, woodcrows have their own way of communicating.

There's no backstabbing or intrigue like between people. Since a companion needs this information, it's likely that it's requested by their disciple or elder, so there's no reason not to provide it.

The only slight drawback is that this information is from a year ago. Where are these artifact spirits now? How many have perished due to the loss of their obsessions? And how many have successfully advanced? It is still unknown.

If you've accepted a favor, of course you should do your job well.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Lu Li was on the bed, absorbing the Soul-Returning Pear with his divine sense while chewing on a premium pear, enjoying both mental and physical pleasure.

Having received the information from Mo Wan, Lu Li found Lin An's entry.

Name: Lin An

[Spirit Serial Number: February of the Bing Shen Year, Ding 296]

[Divine Sense Strength: Lower Grade C]

[Destination: Retired from the Wooden Crow Sales Hall; rapid growth in spiritual power; completed a second-stage puppet; joined the sect as an inner disciple to participate in the Mortal World Refinement Training Program; expected to undergo spiritual power assessment and subsequent reassignment according to sect regulations after the training period.]

Looking at this line of text, Lu Li couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Their career paths are tracked in detail, which just goes to show how advanced Baiyue Palace's disciple management system is.

This Lin An is pitiful. She couldn't enter the inner sect in life, but her wish was fulfilled after death. Fortunately, she has a senior sister who has made a name for herself outside, which is why she asked me to help rescue her.

Thinking of this, Lu Li looked out the window at the deck and at the disciples lying on the ground, lifeless. No sooner had they died than a steward would take their bodies away.

However, for these disciples, perhaps death was not a form of liberation.