Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Novel - Chapter 1882
Chapter 1882: 775. The Might of Chaos Level Puppet Fighters
Translator: 549690339
Refining a body for Great Venerable Muyue was no easy task.
It took Han Muye three years, using the techniques of the Liantian Sect, to finally refine a physical body for Great Venerable Muyue.
When the three figures stood together, even Han Muye couldn’t distinguish who was the Puppet Fighter, who the original body of Great Venerable Muyue, and who the remnant soul.
The three female cultivators, dressed in light red black armor, stood side by side, all with beauty that could be painted, their brows and eyes full of life.
“Tsk tsk, you finally have your own body, how does it feel?” the first female cultivator to speak shattered the silence.
This was the real Great Venerable Muyue.
She reached out to lift the chin of the female cultivator to her left, her face smiling.
“Muyue…” the female cultivator whispered, joy apparent on her face.
With a gesture, Great Venerable Muyue took the female cultivator by the arm and walked away.
The Puppet Fighter behind them quickly followed.
After walking a few steps, Great Venerable Muyue suddenly turned back, “Do you want to join us for some fun?”
“These three years, I owe it all to you, and I don’t have much to repay you with.”
Her words took Han Muye aback, and then he shook his head.
“Feeling shy?” Great Venerable Muyue asked curiously.
Han Muye waved his hand and turned around as various components began to fall in front of him.
“Over these three years, every inch of your bodies has been crafted by hand. I’m really not interested anymore.”
Han Muye’s words made Great Venerable Muyue pause, then with a “tsk,” she turned and left.
In the chamber, Han Muye looked at the components before him and slowly closed his eyes.
Three years of endless mental effort were spent to refine these true-to-life artificial bodies.
They were indistinguishable from real beings.
Except they had no soul.
After three years of refining weapons, he finally understood that spirit was truly the Divine Forbidden Zone.
It was not something he could touch, not at his current level.
The semblance of spirit born from the skills of Artifact Refining was like a thin sheet of paper when compared to the force of real beings.
A true being comes with endless thoughts, a single thought, a flicker of intention, could take a lifetime for a blacksmith to study.
“Can refining really create life?” Opening his eyes, Han Muye muttered softly.
The higher his level of cultivation and his skill became, the more despondent he felt.
A feeling of powerlessness spread throughout his body.
“Young man, your Artifact Refining skills have already far surpassed the inheritance of the Desolate Wilderness.”
“Once you go to the divine realm and receive the most advanced refining inheritance of the Galaxy Universe, you may also become the strongest blacksmith in the Galaxy Universe.”
In the voice of the Golden Bird, there was a sense of awe.
In truth, he had watched Han Muye ascend from a junior of the Golden Crow clan, advancing continuously, mastering both the way of the sword and Artifact Refining, reaching the pinnacle of worldly standards.
All along, Han Muye never ceased to ponder on cultivation, nor did he stop studying refining and swordsmanship.
In the eyes of the Vast Heaven Golden Crow, Han Muye could completely rest well and then slow down his pace of cultivation.
Cultivation is meant to be enjoyed after all.
But Han Muye has never slackened in the slightest.
This urgency, this obsession with cultivation, filled them, the elders, with profound shame.
“Rest assured, I will commit myself to finding the path of cultivation.”
“Cultivation should indeed be like this.”
“What’s the fun if it’s too easy?”
Han Muye chuckled lightly, the listlessness on his face dissipating.
He raised his hand, and all the components in front of him began to come together.
“Has the City Lord of Yujin City already reached the void?” he asked while continuing to assemble the components.
As he spoke, a void divine beast that looked like a small dog made a few sounds and delivered a streak of Flowing Light to Han Muye.
The Heaven Wielding Hou, a void divine beast proficient in detection within the void.
In the Flowing Light, Han Muye saw a flying vessel suspended in mid-air and several divine-level powerhouses waiting.
Indeed, these were the people from Yujin City who had agreed to trade with him.
Before Han Muye, the components continued to assemble and finally took the form of a figure.
This figure was almost indistinguishable from the burly man in black armor standing on the flying vessel of Yujin City.
Even their stature and deportment were nearly identical.
However, for cultivators, recognizing a person’s identity was never based on appearance.
Soul imprints, the aura of the soul, these are the real means of authentication of one’s identity.
This Puppet Fighter currently had no soul.
It needed to be delivered into the hands of the City Lord of Yujin City before it would possess a soul.
Packing up the Puppet Fighter, Han Muye’s figure moved and he disappeared from the City Lord Manor.
Chaos, the Golden Bird, and the Five Elements Divine Furnace did not follow him.
The God-Slaying Puppet Fighters and the Heaven Wielding Hou following him were enough.
He was not going for battle but only to deliver the Puppet Fighter.
In the void, Han Muye sat cross-legged on the back of the Heaven Wielding Hou, with the God-Slaying Puppet Fighters closely trailing behind.
The Heaven Wielding Hou raced through the void, seemingly unaffected by the power of the void that oppressed others.
This was its supernatural ability, likely bolstered by spatial power.
“Boom—”
Bursting through the spatial barrier ahead, Han Muye saw a flying vessel quietly floating there.
That was the same vessel that the Heaven Wielding Hou had observed.
“Could it be Master Han?”
People on the flying vessel murmured from below.
A streak of golden light shot towards Han Muye.
Han Muye extended his hand and touched it, turning the golden light into a golden staircase.
If the identity imprints didn’t match, that golden light would have become a long saber instead.
Stepping onto the staircase, it took only a moment for Han Muye to land on the deck of the flying vessel.
On the deck, several divine-level powerhouses exuded an aura as deep as an abyss.
“Haha, Xia Ruzhe greets Master Han.”
The leading divine-level powerhouse saluted Han Muye.
The City Lord of Yujin City, a Primordial divine-level Armor Master, Xia Ruzhe.
