The two puppets slowly drifted down and landed in front of Ye Shu.
The Golden Lion's body still maintained the posture of raising its arms, but its eyes had already lost their luster. Its massive body crashed down behind them, kicking up a cloud of dust.
"Did my Shu'er win the bet this time?"
Just then, Danxia's somewhat gloating voice echoed in Ye Shu's mind.
Even though Ye Shu seemed to be in a desperate situation, she didn't panic at all. This was because it was finally her time to show off. When she made her move—red dress fluttering, the sound of bells echoing for three thousand miles—wouldn't she completely captivate her Shu'er?
Meanwhile, Ye Shu was completely dumbfounded at this moment, paying absolutely no attention to Danxia's little schemes. With a bitter face and a tied tongue, he stammered, "I-I'm too young, too naive. I never expected these puppets to be this fierce. I don't know where they got their techniques from, but suddenly there were special effects everywhere, and this &%$#~%@&... I'm out of ideas."
"I admit there was an element of gambling involved, but I never thought I'd lose this miserably."
"Hmph! Will you dare to act tough in the future?"
Seeing him like this, Danxia became even more smug. She snorted lightly, "Come on, be a good boy and call me 'Good Master,' and I'll save you."
At this very moment, Ye Shu really had no other options.
Who would have thought that two Peak Golden Core puppets could instantly kill a Rank Four Golden Lion in a single move?
Who exactly was the main character here?
Fighting across realms and instantly killing enemies just like that.
It was obvious to anyone if they were using cheats.
Fine, he would call her that. She was his own good master anyway.
Ye Shu took a deep breath, just about to abandon a bit of his machismo and ask Danxia for help—
Suddenly, he closed his mouth and carefully sized up the puppets, observing them closely.
"What? Still not going to say it?"
Danxia waited for a long time but heard nothing more.
When she curiously emerged from the ring, she found that Ye Shu had already stood up, walked over to the puppets, and was waving his hand in front of their eyes.
"Hahahahaha!"
Seeing that the puppets had no reaction after a long while, Ye Shu burst into loud laughter.
"I knew it! How could there be such overpowered things in this world? It's one thing that they could still operate after so long, but after chasing me for hundreds of miles and killing a Rank Four magical beast, they had to be out of energy, right?"
"It looks like that's exactly the case."
Danxia: "..."
Looking at Ye Shu's smug smile, she suddenly felt a surge of anger and huffed, "Hmph! Bad disciple, I'm ignoring you!"
With that, she turned around and went back into the ring.
She left behind a bewildered Ye Shu, who exchanged a glance with Xiaobai. "How did I offend her again?"
"Never mind, looting the bodies is more important."
Ye Shu couldn't wait to step forward. He looked the two puppets up and down, tapping them all over, and finally found a mechanism at the back of their heads.
Click—
He opened the hidden compartment, revealing a monster core inside.
Its color was dim, clearly indicating that its energy was depleted and could no longer support the puppets' operations.
"This is...?"
Ye Shu picked up the monster core and examined it closely. Although he wasn't sure what kind of magical beast this core belonged to, judging from its aura, he could determine that it was from at least a Rank Four magical beast.
In other words, these puppets were powered by monster cores.
"Sigh, I thought I was going to gain two great generals." Ye Shu shook his head and stored the puppets in his spatial ring. "After all that, it actually requires Rank Four magical beast cores."
"Where am I supposed to get..."
Just as he finished speaking, his gaze suddenly fell upon the Golden Lion's body.
Oh right, this thing could be used.
But another question followed: how was he supposed to control these two puppets?
"They chased me out of the cave, so it should be related to the secret manuals, right?"
Ye Shu rubbed his chin and waved his hand to store the Golden Lion's corpse. Then, he sat cross-legged by the river, recovering his spiritual energy while taking out the three ancient books he had just stolen from the cave...
Uh, no, archaeologically excavated from the cave.
He lined them up in a row.
Written on them were:
Eight-Nine Heavenly Art
Paper Puppet Technique
Seven-Colored Poison Classic
The Seven-Colored Poison Classic went without saying; it was tailor-made for the Little Fairy Doctor. Ye Shu casually flipped through it and tossed it aside. He had always disdained petty tricks like poisoning.
Is a poisoner a decent person?
What kind of decent person uses poison?
Only the most sinister, cunning guys who love threatening people would play with such underhanded methods.
Therefore, he wouldn't learn the Poison Classic.
Because he was a kind person.
Paper Puppet Technique
This one was a bit interesting. It should contain the creation methods and control essentials for those two puppets.
Sure enough, the ancient book detailed how to make and control them. This thing was quite fascinating. According to the ancient records, these puppets were condensed from special paper and could transform into various faces, including body shapes and features.
"Puppets that can change their faces and body shapes?"
Ye Shu rubbed his chin, a lecherous smile slowly forming on his lips. Didn't that mean...
"If you dare, I'll chop it off..."
Before he could decide between Joey Wong or Athena Chu, Danxia's faint voice echoed in his heart.
Ye Shu shuddered all over and quickly restrained his smile.
"Master, what are you talking about? I don't understand at all."
"You'd better not understand."
Danxia snorted coldly.
Just a little maid was enough to make her jealous; if two paper figures were added to the mix, how could she live her life?
He wouldn't look at a delicate beauty like herself.
But he'd look at paper figures?
Ye Shu gave a sheepish smile and then opened the Eight-Nine Heavenly Art.
Upon reading it, he was immediately blown away and almost jumped up from where he sat.
"The heroes of this world are truly as numerous as carp crossing the river."
Ye Shu shook his head and sighed with emotion while holding the ancient book. "Indeed, one cannot underestimate the heroes of the world."
This Eight-Nine Heavenly Art was not a divine ability technique.
It was more like a... how to put it, a supportive method that allowed a person to execute multiple divine abilities simultaneously. Those who cast this art could unleash several different moves at the same time.
Just like how the puppets attacked the Golden Lion earlier.
Imagine fighting an enemy where they are still throwing out skills one by one, while you instantly launch a full barrage, dumping all your skills at once.
Even though your mana bar would be emptied, it was cool and fierce.
"Good stuff."
Ye Shu read it with absolute fascination.
However, just as he was getting excited, he discovered a fatal flaw.
This fatal flaw was...
"Master, you haven't taught me any divine abilities, have you?"

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