Chapter 36: Small Stove Mutations

The afternoon sun filled most of Qiancao Valley. Wu Yan lay lazily on the Taishi chair in front of the stone house. On the flat ground two feet away in front of him, there were four puppets of different heights placed in a row. Of the four puppets, the tallest one is more than a foot tall and looks very powerful. The shortest one is only about five feet tall and is very fat and funny.

The four puppets are all carved from a very strange dark blue wood and are lifelike.

Although Wu Yan was lying on the Taishi chair with his eyes slightly squinted, his hands were strangely raised forward, constantly changing into complicated and mysterious gestures, and he was mumbling something in a low voice. Suddenly, the tallest puppet standing on the far left made a few grumpy sounds in his belly, and then he stepped forward and walked over.

The puppet was more than a foot tall and extremely powerful. Although it looked clumsy when walking, every time it took a step, the ground would make a very loud shaking sound, which was very shocking.

Wu Yan's narrowed eyes showed a hint of surprise, but the movements in his hands did not stop, and he continued to make some mysterious gestures. Bizarrely, the puppet followed his gestures and began to make various humanized movements in front of him.

Sometimes he punches, sometimes he kicks, and he looks very organized.

Suddenly, Wu Yan pointed to the ground with one hand and shouted: "Zha!"

The tall puppet jumped up high as he shouted, and then punched down hard on a two-foot-square boulder in front of him.

A loud bang came from the puppet's fist, and the boulder turned into gravel all over the ground under the puppet's punch. No trace was left on the puppet's fist.

After this act, Wu Yan's forehead was already slightly sweaty. Wu Yan stood up in surprise and laughed heartily. He looked at the tall puppet standing there again, feeling quite proud of himself.

After smacking his lips for a while, Wu Yan said to himself: "Oh, it's a pity. These puppets are just low-level goods. They are not even first-class puppets. They are just useless and defective products. This kind of The defective puppets can only be controlled by complicated hand spells, and are not very powerful. If they are real machine puppets, they are much simpler and easier to use. But then again, If there really is a first-level machine puppet, I'm afraid I can't control it now. Didn't it say in "The Puppet Fragment" that only when the spiritual consciousness is strong enough to split the divine mind, can a real machine puppet be controlled. I am only at the seventh level of the Qi Refining Stage, and my spiritual consciousness is still very weak. Even if there are really machine puppets for me to control, how can I control them? "

Wu Yan smiled self-deprecatingly, wiped the sweat from his face, and sat back down again.

Now half a year has passed since Pharmacist Feng died. In the past six months, Wu Yan successfully cultivated to the seventh level of the Qi Refining Stage with the help of the few remaining Ziyang Pills.

Although Pharmacist Feng has been missing for more than half a year, the entire Iron Sword Alliance doesn't seem to pay much attention to him at all. This also made Wu Yan, who had been secretly worried, gradually feel relieved.

In fact, according to Pharmacist Feng's identity and status in the Iron Sword Alliance, except for a limited number of people, no one would dare to deliberately inquire about his whereabouts. However, in order to prevent the senior officials of the Iron Sword Alliance from questioning the whereabouts of Pharmacist Feng, Wu Yan still made several preparations.

First, during the past six months, he learned to imitate the handwriting of Pharmacist Feng, wrote a letter on the pretext of traveling far away in search of medicine, and carried it with him. Secondly, he followed the prescriptions for refining Qi Gathering Pills recorded in the "Medicine Book" and prepared a batch of good quality Qi Gathering Pills in case Li Ruoxu, leader of the Iron Sword Alliance, asked about the Qi Gathering Pills one day. He also has a way to deal with things.

In the past six months, in order to study the spell formulas in the second half of "Qi Movement and Cultivation Secrets", Wu Yan began to collect various classical books everywhere, including Confucianism's strange books and ancient characters, Taoism's ghost exorcism characters, I studied the Buddhist mantras and mantras with great concentration and thought hard.

Finally, he made a breakthrough recently, allowing him to develop one of the lowest-level object control techniques among the dozen or so spells. This allowed him to successfully control these four puppets.

Speaking of which, I have to thank Pharmacist Feng for this. The wood used to make these puppets is all iron chestnut wood that has grown for hundreds of years and has some spirituality. If not, even if he has learned the art of object control, he may not be able to control these four puppets.

After learning the art of object control for the first time, Wu Yan tried to control countless things in the valley, from a brush to a stone several feet square. He tried countless things, but all ended in failure. At first, he thought there was something wrong with the object control technique he had learned. It was not until he used the object control technique on these four puppets that he discovered the mystery.

Wu Yan sat on the Taishi chair again, took out the "Qi Movement and Cultivation Technique", turned to the magic formula section, and began to study another spell - Wind Control Technique.

He was prepared to spend a lot of time. After all, he spent more than a month studying the object control technique. This Wind Control Technique, which seemed to be much more advanced than the object control technique, must have taken more time.

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It was getting late, Wu Yan stood up, and ignored the four puppets, letting them stand where they were, while he walked towards a place in the southwest corner of the medicine field in the valley.

Walking to a gravel gully of varying sizes, Wu Yan jumped into the gully and headed straight for a place that looked different from other places. He pushed aside the gravel on the ground and took out the small furnace that could grow the mysterious green soil.

Without the threat of Master Feng, the entire Qiancao Valley was Wu Yan's territory. In the past six months, he began to carefully study what this small furnace was and what mysterious functions it had.

Speaking of which, after six months of research, he really didn't find anything else except that this small furnace buried in the soil and stones could slowly grow the green soil.

This made Wu Yan very depressed. After the bizarre incident of green soil being able to quickly ripen herbs, Wu Yan had already listed this mysterious small furnace as a magical item and regarded this small furnace as his first secret treasure at the moment.

Unfortunately, this small furnace had no other special features except that it could slowly absorb the magical green soil from the soil and stones. This made Wu Yan very discouraged.

After being buried underground for half a month, the outer wall of the small stove only absorbed a little green soil the size of a fingernail. Wu Yan curled his lips, picked off the little green soil in frustration, and kept it close to his body. He was planning to bury the small stove in another place, but after thinking about it, he gave up.

Taking the small stove back to the stone house, Wu Yan sat back on the armchair.

The sky gradually darkened, and a full moon rose slowly from the east. Wu Yan raised the small stove to his eyes and looked at it carefully in the moonlight.

Suddenly, when he was concentrating on staring at the five cloud patterns on one side of the small stove, something strange happened.

The five cloud patterns, under the moonlight, seemed to be alive, twisting and changing, and then, a trace of milky white mist visible to the naked eye gathered from the moonlight and then merged into the five cloud patterns.

The mist on the cloud patterns seemed to be heavier, and it continued to change.

Wu Yan showed an incredible expression on his face. He raised the small stove high, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the five cloud patterns on the other side.

Sure enough, the five cloud patterns on the other side were also experiencing the same bizarre things.

These ten cloud patterns were actually constantly absorbing the visible milky white mist condensed by the moonlight, and constantly increasing their own mist.

Wu Yan just stared at everything that happened in front of him with his mouth open, at a loss.

After a long time, Wu Yan felt his arms swelled and finally woke up. He hurriedly and carefully put the small stove on a big stone, and then he himself stuck his butt and lay beside the big stone, staring at the ten cloud patterns on the small stove without blinking, for fear of missing even the slightest change on the small stove.

At this time, the weird and bizarre thing happened again. As the ten cloud patterns continued to absorb the milky white mist formed by the moonlight, the two strange complex symbols wrapped in the ten cloud patterns began to twist and change. A series of dark green hair-like thin lines climbed from the big stone to the small stove, and then drilled into the two strange complex symbols.