Chapter 115

Chapter 115

After tasting Chen Zui’s tears, Wang Qianjiao placed his hand back on Chen Zui’s abdomen. The spiritual pearl had already begun to circulate on its own, rapidly and continuously absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Truly a naturally gifted cultivation genius.

Was it due to some material he had used when crafting this body?

He carefully recalled the rare spiritual materials and treasures he had used, his fingers stroking Chen Zui’s abdomen over the clothes. Each one was a precious item—some could indeed enhance cultivation when used on a real person, but that was the extent of their effect. It was absolutely impossible for them to enable self-cultivation without a living human vessel.

And even more so, cultivation at such an astonishing speed.

He looked at Chen Zui: "Why can you cultivate?"

Chen Zui: "What cultivation?"

His handsome face was blank and confused, his eyes fixed only on Wang Qianjiao’s hand resting on his abdomen: "Brother, you’re making me feel alternating cold and heat."

Wang Qianjiao tried to see through whether his puppet was lying. Those pitch-black eyes were taken from a merfolk’s, clear and pure like the unfathomable depths of the ocean.

He could detect nothing.

If these materials truly had such an effect, what he should have left behind wouldn’t have been tears, but pearls.

Still, this wasn’t a question that required an immediate answer. Wang Qianjiao was more curious—curious about how far his puppet could progress in cultivation.

With a flick of his finger, the whip wrapped around Chen Zui returned to his wrist.

Freed, Chen Zui grabbed his wrist: "Brother, I want this."

Although Chen Zui could now cultivate, he didn’t have a single weapon. This whip was good; he quite liked it: "That day when that person strangled me, the whip was powerful. With a whip, even if Brother isn’t around, I won’t let myself be bullied."

Ao Tian: This way of speaking really sounds like a non-human who’s just become human. This host’s acting is truly impressive.

Chen Zui slid his fingers along Wang Qianjiao’s wrist and hooked onto the Lingyuan Whip, his face clearly saying: Give it to me.

The red Lingyuan Whip, like a swimming dragon of fire, detached from Wang Qianjiao’s wrist like a red thread and wrapped around Chen Zui’s wrist.

When it came to his puppet, Wang Qianjiao was indeed indulgent.

Having gotten what he wanted, Chen Zui happily turned his head and gave Wang Qianjiao’s cheek a loud "mwah."

"Thank you, Brother."

Wang Qianjiao’s composed brows lifted slightly, his commanding eyes revealing a trace of astonishment and surprise, like the snow of the Tianshan Mountains meeting a spring breeze, melting grandly in silence.

Chen Zui was swept out of the room with a wave of Wang Qianjiao’s hand. By the time the door closed again, Chen Zui was already standing outside.

"Don’t come back to make trouble."

Only these words echoed in the Listening Snow Pavilion.

Having obtained what he wanted, Chen Zui turned and left. With a mental command, the Lingyuan Whip left his wrist. He gripped it and swept it forward—the whip could lengthen, soften, or harden according to his will.

With a twist of his wrist, the Lingyuan Whip transformed back into a bracelet and coiled around him.

Ao Tian: "So cool!"

Ao Tian: "By the way, what did he mean by ‘adding a small one’ for you? Why did he carve so many dildos? Ah—I get it. That’s no ordinary dildo; in ancient times, this was called a jade shi."

Ao Tian felt proud of its vast knowledge.

Ao Tian: "So what did he mean by ‘installing’ it for you?"

Chen Zui: "Because this body currently doesn’t have that part."

Ao Tian: …

What did it just hear? It was now the old man on the subway looking at his phone.

Chen Zui stopped in the corridor draped with wisteria and said in a matter-of-fact tone: "He didn’t make one for this body."

After its surprise, Ao Tian expressed understanding. After a moment of silence, Ao Tian’s voice rose several pitches: "Since the front part wasn’t made, does that mean you currently also don’t have an as—"

Too crude. Ao Tian automatically swallowed the last word and didn’t say it.

Chen Zui: …

Well, that was something he indeed didn’t need.

Ao Tian also set aside this unimportant question, growing a bit anxious: "Then when will he install the front part for you?"

This is urgently needed, you know.

Chen Zui: "Don’t rush. Haste makes waste."

He had encountered Mo Xingchen, who was ascending the mountain. Originally, Chen Zui had intended to explore the sect, but now he was cornered by Mo Xingchen on the steps.

The other party, dressed in white like an immortal descending to the mortal realm, made it truly difficult to associate him with a demon.

Mo Xingchen had gotten the news from Second Senior Brother—only that Eldest Brother had acquired an extremely peculiar puppet. Initially, he hadn’t believed a puppet could be so special, but now that he saw it, he understood Second Senior Brother was right.

"Lowly creature."

Mo Xingchen spoke.

Chen Zui grinned: "Hello, lowly creature. I’m the Best."

Mo Xingchen’s pupils contracted, his aura turning sharp. He was secretly surprised that a puppet could be so clever.

"Sharp-tongued." He took a step forward, stepping onto the stair where Chen Zui stood. The distance between them was so close their breaths intermingled; if their bodies weren’t offset, their noses might even touch.

Mo Xingchen’s silver eyes stared dangerously at Chen Zui: "A mere puppet—don’t forget your place."

Chen Zui tilted his head, his thin lips parting: "A mere demon—don’t forget your place."

Not yielding an inch.

Even more audacious.

The atmosphere froze; the wind blowing carried a murderous intent, halting as it reached the two.

The shock and fear in Mo Xingchen’s eyes were unhidden. For a moment, his killing intent was real, pressing down on Chen Zui. He didn’t even stop to consider why his secret, hidden for centuries, was known to a puppet—whether knowing meant Eldest Brother also knew.

In that moment, he had only one thought: eliminate whoever knew the secret.

Mo Xingchen suddenly attacked.

Chen Zui had already gripped the Lingyuan Whip, striking at him a moment sooner. Before he even spoke those words, he had guessed Mo Xingchen might attack. Naturally, he had made preparations beforehand.

The whip crackled with vicious and stylish force.

The moment Mo Xingchen saw the Lingyuan Whip, he was stunned—Eldest Brother had actually given this whip to a mere puppet!

The whip unerringly struck Mo Xingchen, sending him stumbling back two steps before he could steady himself. Chen Zui remained standing proudly on the steps, flourishing the whip with triumphant flair.

As a demon, this type of weapon inflicted greater damage on Mo Xingchen.

Just as Chen Zui swung the whip, Wang Qianjiao from Tingxue Pavilion lifted his gaze and began carving the object in his hand into even smaller pieces.

Ao Tian exclaimed, "Oh, this is a prospective candidate! You can’t just whip him like that."

Chen Zui replied, "He’s hoping to be stepped on by Wang Qianjiao, so I’m testing if he’s a masochist."

Ao Tian said, "Oh~ Let me check his favorability level."

Ao Tian paused, then said, "...Favorability level: -70!"

Ao Tian began praying that Mo Xingchen wouldn’t turn out to be the main love interest.

Chen Zui suggested, "Let’s whip him again and see if it increases."

Ao Tian replied, "As long as you’re happy."

Mo Xingchen cautiously glanced around. Though no one was in sight, they were still at the foot of Eldest Brother’s mountain, and with the opponent wielding the Lingyuan Whip, eliminating this puppet without a trace was impossible.

"If you dare spread rumors, I—"

Another whip crack cut him off. Chen Zui showed no mercy to anyone who sought to kill him. This strike came down squarely, nearly forcing Mo Xingchen to his knees.

Chen Zui asked, "Did it go up?"

Ao Tian replied, "It went up, alright."

Ao Tian added, "-90 now."

Chen Zui remarked, "He must not have enjoyed it enough yet."

Ao Tian didn’t bother exposing him, "More like you haven’t had enough whipping."

Chen Zui lightly swung the whip as he descended the steps, the bells on it jingling with each movement.

Mo Xingchen had already straightened up. Though the whip injured his primordial spirit, his cultivation level was high enough that two strikes wouldn’t render him helpless.

He glanced toward the mountaintop, wary of alerting Eldest Brother.

Then, he spat at Chen Zui, "A mutt leaning on its master's status."

Without another word, Chen Zui lashed out with the whip again. This time, Mo Xingchen was prepared and caught the whip mid-air. Having only recently condensed his spirit pearl with Wang Qianjiao’s help, Chen Zui’s cultivation was like an ant compared to Mo Xingchen’s elephant-like strength. Mo Xingchen easily yanked him forward.

Chen Zui released the whip.

He stopped short before colliding with Mo Xingchen.

Chen Zui said, "It seems you don’t mind your secret being exposed."

Mo Xingchen gripped the whip tightly, itching to strike back, but glanced again at the mountaintop. "If you dare speak of it, I’ll grind your bones to dust."

Unfazed by the threat, Chen Zui replied, "I’ll keep your secret if you do one thing for me."

Mo Xingchen narrowed his eyes.

Curiosity getting the better of him, he asked, "What is it?"

Chen Zui took two steps forward, stopping in front of him, and leaned in close to his ear. "Go check if Yu Hong has what he's packing."

In Mo Xingchen’s stunned silence, Chen Zui retrieved the Lingyuan Whip from his grasp and stepped back to create distance.

Mo Xingchen’s gaze at him was exceedingly complex.

Ao Tian muttered, "Favorability level has dropped to -100%. This romance target is probably beyond saving."

Mo Xingchen asked, "What did you say?"

"You heard me," Chen Zui replied. "Do this, come back and tell me, and I’ll keep my mouth shut."

Utterly bewildered, Mo Xingchen left. This puppet was truly strange, and Eldest Brother had even entrusted him with such a precious personal treasure.

He had to die!

—

Chen Zui sprinted back up the mountainside, dashed into Tingxue Pavilion, and threw himself into Wang Qianjiao’s arms.

"Brother, someone just snatched my whip and whipped me," he said, lifting his head to reveal a lash mark on his left cheek. "I couldn’t defeat him, not even with the whip."

"I’ve embarrassed you, Brother. You’re so powerful, yet I’m so weak. I wish I could be as strong as you, but that’s impossible for now. If only I had more weapons like the whip, then I wouldn’t be left with nothing if it’s taken away…"

He muttered to himself incessantly.

Wang Qianjiao observed this acting puppet. Though he hadn’t installed a heart, the puppet was full of scheming thoughts.

Still, the issue he raised was valid.

Given how much trouble he stirred up, having more weapons for self-defense was necessary.

Wang Qianjiao had no intention of letting his handcrafted puppet end up torn to shreds.

If anyone was going to dismantle it, it would be him.

Moreover, after learning that the puppet could cultivate, Wang Qianjiao’s sharp gaze drifted from Chen Zui’s chest down to his abdomen.

He truly wanted to take him apart.

But now was not the time.

Wang Qianjiao raised his hand, palm upturned, and a brocade box materialized in it.

Chen Zui looked over.

Inside the box was a beaded chain—exquisitely crafted in pink and blue, and so long it hardly seemed like a necklace.

Wang Qianjiao commanded, "Take off your clothes."

Chen Zui complied, shedding his clothes, soon revealing a solid, well-built physique.

This body was sculpted by Wang Qianjiao inch by inch, guided by his vision.

No matter how familiar he was with this form, he couldn’t help but admire it upon seeing it again.

His gaze fell upon the smooth, unadorned plane.

A smirk curled at the corner of his lips.

Adding an extra feature wouldn’t be impossible, but it had to be exquisitely made, immaculate as polished jade.

He stood up, the brocade box still floating above his palm. He took out the beaded chain and brought it toward Chen Zui’s neck.

The clasp fastened at the back of his neck.

The frontmost pink-blue rhombus-shaped gem rested against Chen Zui’s chest, with six thin beaded chains hanging down—three on each side.

The central chain of each set of three featured a teardrop-shaped blue gem, nestled against Chen Zui’s nipple.

Wang Qianjiao pinched the blue gem, pushing the ring beneath it outward. A sharp barb pressed against the side of the nipple.

It looked both dangerous and intimate.

Chen Zui gazed down but made no reaction, as though permitting Wang Qianjiao to do whatever he pleased with this body.

This pleased Wang Qianjiao.

With his fingertip, he slowly pushed the barb forward, piercing it through Chen Zui’s nipple.

"Does it hurt?"

"Not at all."

It wasn’t a lie—Chen Zui truly felt nothing, likely because this body was merely an automaton.

Wang Qianjiao felt somewhat disappointed as he fastened the clasp.

He looked forward to the day when Chen Zui could truly feel pain.

Ao Tian: "Oh my god, a body chain plus nipple rings! That's wild!"

The other side was done the same way.

Finally, the hanging beaded chains trailed across Chen Zui’s abdominal muscles, looping around the back before returning to the front.

The dangling end hung precisely over the pubic region.

And on that end, there was another ring, originally meant to be worn on...

Wang Qianjiao: "Put your clothes back on."