nyslfriends Chapter 42 Low-Grade Puppet Master
Chapter 42 Low-Grade Puppet Master
An hour later, his cultivation level was completely stabilized.
Yang Changsheng stood up, his bones crackling slightly as he moved, a surge of power flowing through his entire body.
He skillfully took out a jade bottle, poured out specially made fish food that emitted a faint spiritual light, and evenly sprinkled it into the waters around the boat.
The silver arowanas, which had been somewhat agitated and darting rapidly beneath the surface, instantly became docile, as if soothed by an invisible force, and began vying for food.
Deep within his consciousness, the golden ancient tree imprint once again flowed with a gentle and pure life force, silently merging into the lake water, nourishing this body of water and his business.
This is his biggest advantage in raising crayfish, saving him the expense of buying expensive special spirit beasts to appease them and better feed.
After feeding him, he went into the cabin of the covered boat.
One corner of the cabin had become a small puppet workshop.
Several pieces of black iron gleaming with a cold metallic sheen, several pieces of green ironwood blanks, and a small box of cold pool glue shimmering with a faint light were neatly arranged.
He sat down cross-legged and picked up a uniquely shaped carving knife, which was the "Light Splitting Carving Knife," a low-grade magic weapon he had purchased with spirit stones.
The tip of the blade was as thin as a hair, shimmering with a faint magical light.
Yang Changsheng took a deep breath, his eyes focused like a hawk's.
He picked up a palm-sized piece of black iron, which was the core load-bearing plate of the "Black Iron Woodcutter's" torso.
The precision of the engraving tool's tip is like the finest embroidery needle, traversing the hard surface of black iron.
A subtle and crisp "rustling" sound echoed in the cabin, and where the blade tip sliced through, intricate and mysterious rune lines were deeply etched out.
Every turn, every arc connection, requires an extremely stable output of magical power, so that it can be seen in the finest detail in the perception of divine sense.
Sweat quickly soaked his temples, but his hand holding the knife remained as steady as a rock, and his focused gaze showed no sign of wavering.
He had practiced these basic "spirit gathering runes" and "conduction runes" thousands of times.
Two hours passed quietly, and the runes on the last piece of the component were finally completed.
Yang Changsheng put down his carving knife, let out a long sigh, and rubbed his slightly swollen brow.
Next comes the coating process.
He carefully mixed a small pinch of special mineral powder, which shimmered like stardust, into the viscous icy glue, stirring it evenly to form a strange, shimmering lacquer.
He used a specially made wolf-hair brush to dip into spirit lacquer and evenly applied it to each newly carved rune groove.
The spirit lacquer flowed and quickly seeped into the depths of the runes. After solidification, it not only protected the runes from wear and tear, but also greatly improved the efficiency of spirit power transmission, allowing the spirit stone energy in the puppet's core to smoothly drive all the joints of the body.
With the preliminary steps completed, the most challenging part – assembly and splicing – begins.
Yang Changsheng was like the most skilled craftsman, his fingers flying, his movements fluid and precise.
The mortise and tenon joints of the black iron frame fit together perfectly, and the joint parts carved from green ironwood are firmly glued together with cold pool glue and embedded in the reserved slots.
The core magic array was placed in the chest cavity, in a reserved groove for a low-grade spirit stone, emitting a stable spiritual light.
Finally, a small bamboo hat was placed on the rough head carved from blue ironwood, and a steel knife with cold star patterns was embedded in the weapon port reserved on the right arm.
"Buzz..."
As the last component snapped into place, a faint ray of light instantly flowed through the entire five-foot-tall humanoid puppet, as if the lifeless creation had been infused with a soul.
Its entire body gleamed with a faint metallic blue, and the face beneath the bamboo hat was blurred yet resolute. Its right hand gripped a star-patterned steel knife tightly, and a sharp aura of the peak of the third level of Qi Refining was faintly revealed.
The Tier 1 Low-Grade Combat Puppet, the Black Iron Woodcutter, is complete!
A barely perceptible smile finally appeared in Yang Changsheng's eyes.
It costs about seven spirit stones and takes two months to complete. Once finished, it is comparable to a peak Qi Refining Level 3 cultivator!
This is the third item in his inventory.
With a slight thought, he extended a wisp of divine sense, which, like an invisible thread, precisely imprinted itself on the magic array node at the core of the puppet.
In an instant, a faint yet clear connection was established between him and the woodcutter puppet.
He tried to give a simple instruction: Raise your hand!
The cog joint of the black iron woodcutter's right arm made a soft "click" sound as he stiffly but steadily raised his arm holding the knife.
The movements were somewhat awkward, far from being fluid and graceful.
Yang Changsheng knew that this would require a lot of practice in the future to bring out the puppet's full power.
But this first step has already been taken firmly.
As the sun sets in the west, the surface of the azure lake is tinged with a captivating golden-red hue, and the sunset is magnificent and moving.
Yang Changsheng put away the Xuan Tie woodcutter, poured his magic power into it, and steered his six-zhang-long black-awning boat toward the port market.
With a slight thought, a small copper bell hanging on the side of the boat rang softly, the mark of an intermediate fisherman: the hawk-calling bell.
The melodious sound of bells pierced through the thin mist on the lake.
Before long, a clear and melodious eagle cry came from the sky. A blue-gray eagle with a wingspan of nearly ten feet pierced through the clouds and landed steadily on the specially made eagle frame of the awning boat.
This is a communication spirit bird issued by the Lu family to intermediate-level fishermen and farmers; its speed in traveling to and from ports and markets far surpasses that of ships.
Yang Changsheng attached a jade slip with simple information engraved on it to the Azure Eagle's anklet and tapped it gently.
With a long cry, the Azure Eagle flapped its wings and soared into the sky, becoming a tiny dot in the azure sky as it flew straight towards the port market. This was to inform Su Wanqing in advance that he was coming to buy up the waste pills.
This business has been going on for two years. By using the power of the Golden Ancient Tree to remove the influence of substances such as elixir poison, the pills are made into inferior quality pills, which are then sold to Tongchen Hall, which can handle items of unknown origin, in order to earn a sum of spirit stones.
By the time Yang Changsheng arrived at Port No. 1 Market in his awning boat, the setting sun had already painted the dock a warm orange hue.
He navigated the bustling dock area with practiced ease, heading straight for the magnificent three-story pavilion, Wanbao Pavilion, in the heart of the market.
"Fellow Daoist Yang, here to ship out more goods!"
As soon as he stepped into the first floor of Wanbaoge, a slightly plump, smiling middle-aged cultivator warmly greeted him. It was none other than Steward Qian, with whom he had dealt several times before.
Yang Changsheng nodded slightly, without exchanging any further pleasantries, and followed Steward Qian into the private room in the back hall.
After taking their seats and serving tea, he waved his hand, and three streaks of blue light flashed. Three black iron woodcutter puppets, all blue in color, wearing straw hats and holding star-patterned steel knives, stood neatly in the center of the private room.
A faint aura of malevolence belonging to the peak of the third level of Qi Refining instantly spread out.
"hiss……"
Deacon Qian carefully examined the three puppets, tapping his fingers lightly on their black iron bodies, producing a dull echo. He then meticulously inspected the runes and spirit lacquer coating at their joints, his eyes gleaming.
"Excellent! Fellow Daoist Yang's craftsmanship is becoming increasingly exquisite. The black iron is of solid quality, the runes are accurately engraved, the spirit lacquer is evenly applied, and the joint flexibility is much better than the last one. It's a top-grade item among the lower-tier first-class pieces!"
Six months ago, this handsome young man had just become a puppeteer and didn't have such good skills.
"I've gained some insights and made some progress."
Yang Changsheng laughed and said that after officially creating the first puppet, he still maintained a calm and unhurried attitude, refining, consolidating, and studying the techniques, and his skill level did improve quite quickly.