The tomb.
The puppet continued to transform, eventually turning into a 138.8cm tall loli!
Her hair was ordinary gray long curls, but her eyes were an extraordinary bright red.
She wore a coat, her small hands tucked into the sleeves. Clearly, she was copying Li Luo's style.
The flesh on her two short legs was just right—not too fat like pig trotters, nor too thin like chopsticks.
Her facial features were, of course, exquisite, delicate, and adorable.
After all, this was the appearance meticulously calculated by the puppet.
"Transformation complete—petite female human—"
"Personality adjustment—lively, cute, and kind—"
Once the transformation was complete, the puppet looked at Ye Wangchuan.
She hesitated for a moment, then suddenly burst into tears.
"Wuwuwu, big brother! Big brother! Please, don't scatter me! Wuwuwu!"
"Oh."
Ye Wangchuan let out an "oh," raised his spear, and prepared to smash the puppet into pieces.
The long shadow of the spear fell on the puppet's face, causing her to freeze for a moment.
The puppet: "Huh?"
"Eh? Eh eh! Wait! Wait!"
"Big brother! Only I know the hidden inheritance location in the tomb!!! Don't kill me!!!"
Whoosh—!
As soon as the puppet mentioned the hidden inheritance, the spear that was about to strike stopped.
Ye Wangchuan pointed the spear tip at the puppet and spoke.
"Take out the organ that can absorb spiritual energy and give it to me, then lead the way."
"O-okay…"
The puppet nervously complied.
She opened her chest, took out a wooden heart-like object, and handed it to Ye Wangchuan.
Only then did Ye Wangchuan put away his spear and store the wooden heart in his spatial ring.
Without the ability to absorb spiritual energy, the puppet had little combat power left.
Transformation, recovery, and even activation—all these operations required spiritual energy.
Spiritual energy was to the puppet what gasoline was to a car—it was the primary source of power.
Ye Wangchuan pinched the puppet's face with his hand, squeezing it gently.
It was surprisingly soft—not the texture of wood but rather that of skin.
This puppet's transformation ability was truly impressive.
Ye Wangchuan looked the puppet over and asked, "Where's your spiritual energy storage tank? I need to release some of the energy inside. Just keep enough for you to move and talk."
"Uh, the spiritual energy storage tank… it's… it's…"
The puppet immediately stammered.
Her current personality setting was lively, cute, and kind.
Naturally, she would feel shy and awkward in such a situation.
Seeing the puppet like this, Ye Wangchuan's mouth twitched.
He probably knew where the spiritual energy storage tank was located.
After all, liquefied spiritual energy was easier to store than pure spiritual energy.
But Ye Wangchuan certainly wouldn't give up on depleting the puppet's energy over such a trivial matter.
If the puppet were to unleash a powerful attack using the stored energy when he wasn't paying attention, it would be disastrous.
So, depleting the puppet's energy was necessary.
Ye Wangchuan asked, "Can you attack this empty space to consume your spiritual energy?"
The puppet explained, "In this form, I can't use martial arts… Would you allow me to transform into a combat form?"
Ye Wangchuan waved his hand in refusal. "Uh, find another way. Can you release the energy yourself?"
The puppet thought for a moment. "Hmm… I can't release it myself, but someone else can help me do it."
Ye Wangchuan was puzzled. "What do you mean?"
The puppet: "..."
Ye Wangchuan: "Are you suggesting something… inappropriate?"
The puppet: "..."
Ye Wangchuan: "..."
The puppet: "Don't you have the ability for that?"
Ye Wangchuan: "?"
After the puppet's remark, Ye Wangchuan rubbed his forehead, as if he had figured something out.
Originally, he hadn't wanted to do this.
But since the other party had mocked his abilities, he had to teach her a lesson.
With that thought, Ye Wangchuan turned to Li Luo and said, "Li Luo, wait here for a bit. I'm taking this puppet to release some spiritual energy!"
"Ah? Release spiritual energy?"
Li Luo was confused.
What did that mean?
How do you release spiritual energy?
Before Li Luo could figure it out, Ye Wangchuan had already grabbed the puppet's arm and dragged her into a room inside the tomb.
To ensure privacy.
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……Separator……
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Li Luo waited for a full two hours.
After two hours had passed, she saw Ye Wangchuan walk out, his entire body steaming.
"Uh, Ye Wangchuan. What were you doing?"
"I was beating the puppet to force her to reveal the location of the secret inheritance. I also released the spiritual energy stored in her body to prevent her from harming us."
Ye Wangchuan spoke casually.
With a thought, he took out a towel from his spatial ring and wiped the sweat from his forehead and the water from his hands.
Li Luo felt something was off.
She sniffed the air and faintly caught a peculiar scent on Ye Wangchuan.
She couldn't quite place it, but it wasn't unpleasant.
So, Li Luo continued to ask, "What about the puppet? Did you accidentally kill her?"
"No, she's recovering from her injuries. She should come out soon."
After saying this, Ye Wangchuan took a deep breath to calm his emotions.
It was his first time beating up a loli, and he had been quite nervous. Many things were still unfamiliar.
That puppet was truly impressive.
Beating her felt like beating a real person.
She even gave feedback.
After about ten minutes, the puppet walked out of the room, trembling all over.
It was clear that Ye Wangchuan had beaten her quite painfully.
Ye Wangchuan walked over and patted the puppet's shoulder.
"Let's go, lead the way."
"Uwah! Okay, okay…"
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As soon as the three of them left, a man and a woman entered the tomb.
The man was named Luo Nangui, and the woman was named Murong.
Both had entered through a cave entrance near Yanjing City.
As soon as they entered, they saw a pile of human corpses and a shattered underground.
Murong immediately looked puzzled.
"With the place in such a state, is there really anything left here?"
"Don't worry, Miss. There are definitely treasures here."
Seeing Murong's troubled expression, Luo Nangui gently took her hand and led her deeper into the tomb.
Murong's face instantly turned bright red.
At the same time, an electronic voice sounded in Luo Nangui's mind.
[Ding, pure love target's heart fluttered. Pure love points +20]
"Hey! You! Don't hold my hand, I can walk by myself!"
Murong, her face red, huffed and pulled her hand away from Luo Nangui.
Luo Nangui smiled.
Based on his past life experiences on Earth, this Murong was definitely a tsundere—someone who says one thing but means another!
So, Luo Nangui continued, "I'm sorry, Miss. I'll be more careful next time."
"J-just this once, okay!"
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
