abnabooks Chapter 165 Ouye Feng: Send A Woman? Can Nephew Wang Xiu Like It? (6300 Words)
Chapter 165 Ouye Feng: Send A Woman? Can Nephew Wang Xiu Like It? (6300 Words)
Chapter 165: Ouye Feng: Sending a woman? Would Wang Xiu's nephew like it? (6300 words)
Looking at Nie Linglan, who was almost hanging on Wang Xiu.
Mo Wuwei clenched his silver teeth and couldn't help but ask, "Wang Xiu, who is this?"
Wang Xiu struggled to pull his head out and smiled, "This is my sword spirit. I haven't trained her well, so please forgive me, Senior Sister... Come down quickly, don't act so childish!"
Saying that, he patted Nie Linglan behind him.
Nie Linglan reluctantly pouted and got off Wang Xiu.
Her arm still tightly wrapped around Wang Xiu's arm.
In Mo Wuwei's eyes, a wave of dissatisfaction emerged.
This woman!
So annoying!
Finally, there was a chance to get close to the young master, but she came to disturb!
So annoying~
Wang Xiu had been in the Netherworld Tree forest for two months.
He was busy making puppets.
Of course, Nie Linglan was not idle either. Following Wang Xiu's instructions, she would go down the mountain every few days with the Nether Blood Immortal Executing Sword to find pig blood to drink.
Now, two months have passed.
The Nether Blood Immortal Executing Sword has been restored to the level of a High Grade Spirit Weapon.
There are also more than 20,000 pig souls hidden in the sword.
This also means that Wang Xiu can finally perform the true meaning of the Ten Thousand Execution Slash!
Of course.
This process was very boring.
Although the Nether Blood Immortal Executing Sword was eating very well.
But Nie Linglan was bored to death.
She just wanted to return to the young master's side as soon as possible and be a quiet little sword spirit.
Let the young master hold her.
Fight together.
But now, the scene she had been looking forward to for a long time was ruined like this,
Her resentment grew.
A murderous aura surrounded her.
Her red dress fluttered.
Like burning flames of blood.
Like an extremely evil ghost.
Mo Wuwei saw this and exclaimed, "Junior Brother, your sword spirit... is on fire?"
Wang Xiu saw this and his mouth twitched. He grabbed the hilt of the sword, "No no no, she's just more hospitable. She's excited to see you, Senior Sister!"
Mo Wuwei widened his eyes, "Is that so?"
Wang Xiu smiled, "Yes, yes!"
Nie Linglan: (￣ˇ￣)!
Long time no see!
The feeling of being held by the young master.
So fulfilling!
In an instant, all the murderous aura disappeared.
The sword trembled lightly, emitting a satisfied hum.
Mo Wuwei raised his glasses and looked around in confusion, "Junior Brother, do you keep pigs in this forest? I think I just heard a pig squeal..."
Wang Xiu calmly put away the Nether Blood Immortal Executing Sword, "Really? I don't think so, Senior Sister, you must have misheard!"
...
There are two sides to every story.
Manipulation Lineage.
Almost all the disciples here have gone to Blessed Land to rescue Human Souls.
Only a few newly initiated disciples are left on duty.
A burst of green light breaks through the sea of clouds and lands on the mountaintop.
The disciples on duty glance at it and their expressions change slightly. They step forward and bow together, saying, "Greetings, Uncle-Master Ouye!"
Ouye Feng, the head of Artifact Lineage, shakes his sleeves and asks, "Where is your head disciple?"
The disciple on duty responds, "The head disciple just returned. He should be studying puppetry in the meditation room. We will inform him immediately. Please wait!"
"No need!" Ouye Feng waves his hand. "I'll find him myself, no need to trouble you!"
After saying that, he disappears in an instant.
When he reappears, he has already entered the main hall of Manipulation Lineage's peak.
The disciples exchange glances with each other.
No more words are spoken.
They return to their posts and continue their duty.
Manipulation Lineage, Artifact Lineage, and Formation Lineage are close, which is common knowledge among all the disciples of Three Purities Immortal Gate.
Especially the heads of Manipulation and Artifact Lineages.
Because their specialties have many similarities.
They have a close relationship.
They often verify their studies together and discuss academics.
Like the scene now.
Even though they are newly arrived disciples, they have seen this many times during this period.
So they don't pay much attention to it.
...
"Brother Gongshu, come out quickly. I have a big project to discuss with you... Huh, where is he?"
Ouye Feng is familiar with Manipulation Lineage.
He quickly finds Gongshu Wumao's usual place for studying puppets.
But when he enters and looks around, he doesn't find Gongshu Wumao.
He freezes for a moment, his gaze sweeps around, and then falls on a tightly closed giant door.
There is a lit lamp hanging on the door.
In an ignited state.
"What is going on here?" Ouye Feng mutters to himself.
Behind that door is a secret chamber within Manipulation Lineage's secret chamber.
Not only is it extremely solid, but it also contains many auxiliary spirit formations.
It can isolate most of the spiritual energy fluctuations.
Its effect is powerful, and only those who use it know.
It is expensive to build.
Artifact Lineage also has a similar place, but it is rarely used. It is only used when refining extremely precious items.
As far as he knows, the only major project that Manipulation Lineage has used this secret chamber for in the past few hundred years is the research on that Transcendent Level puppet armor.
And currently, it has been stopped for quite some time due to a severe lack of materials.
Could it be that they have obtained the materials?
The possibility is slim.
Furthermore, he just came back from Spirit Turtle Peak, if I remember correctly... Many elders from the Manipulation Lineage are still there!
They haven't come back, and relying solely on Gongshu Wumao, he can't do much either!
Can this secret room be of any use?
"Hiss~"
Ouye Feng suddenly thought of something, his eyes brightened.
As one of Gongshu Wumao's few close friends and comrades.
Ouye Feng knows many secrets about Gongshu Wumao that are unknown to others.
For example...
He once created a highly humanoid puppet to commemorate his lost youth.
Could it be...
This kid took advantage of the fact that there is no one from the Manipulation Lineage here and did something bad?
The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed.
Thinking of this...
A wicked smile appeared on Ouye Feng's face.
He secretly took out a Memory Pearl.
Then he came to a wall next to the secret room, feeling around to find a wooden switch and turned it.
With his action...
One side of the secret room wall suddenly flashed with light and became transparent.
Hehehe!
Old man!
Shouldn't I catch you doing something wrong?
He smirked.
The interior scene gradually became clear in front of Ouye Feng's eyes.
The next moment.
Ouye Feng was directly dumbfounded.
...
Only to see inside the secret room.
Gongshu Wumao shirtless, covered in sweat, one hand moving up and down quickly.
Wielding a large hammer condensed from mana.
Continuously striking on two pieces of Chi Shui Xuan Jin in front of him.
Chi Shui Xuan Jin.
Common auxiliary material used to make High Grade water attribute Law Weapons.
But under Gongshu Wumao's rapid hammering.
Those ten pieces of Xuan Jin kept merging.
Removing impurities.
Gradually becoming one.
Immediately after.
A new radiance shot out from in front of Gongshu Wumao.
"What the fuck!!!"
Ouye Feng directly leaned against the transparent wall, his forehead pressed against the cold wall, as if trying to see more clearly.
Xuan Yuan Shui Jin!
The best main material for making Middle Grade water attribute Spirit Weapons.
How is this possible?
Is this old man performing magic tricks?
He rubbed his eyes, squinting, staring intently, suspecting that he might have seen it wrong.
But the result was obvious.
As the first seat of the Artifact Lineage, how many materials has he dealt with in his life?
Sometimes he doesn't even need to look.
Just by sensing the aura that the material itself carries, he can know what it is.
That...
Truly and clearly, it is Xuan Yuan Shui Jin!
There is no possibility of error!
But, what is going on?
This old man Gongshu Wumao actually used ten pieces of Chi Shui Xuan Jin to synthesize two pieces of Xuan Yuan Shui Jin?
Smack!
Ouye Feng slapped himself.
It hurt a bit.
It's not a dream!
He became even more foolish.
Motionless against the wall, like a gecko.
...
"So... satisfying!"
Inside the secret room.
Gongshu Wumao held the two pieces of Xuan Yuan Shui Jin, trembling with excitement, as if reaching a climax.
It succeeded!
It really succeeded!
All of this is not a dream!
Immemorial Divine Forging Art, it's amazing!
With this divine art, how can my Manipulation Lineage not prosper?
He became more and more excited, like a child who has found a new toy, once again took out a pile of low-grade materials and tirelessly practiced the Immemorial Divine Forging Art.
After all, the Immemorial Divine Forging Art is a forging technique passed down from ancient times.
The forging principles are completely different from today's.
So, Gongshu Wumao basically had to start from scratch to learn it, and the success rate was not high.
When he felt bad.
He could only succeed once or twice out of ten attempts.
But as his experience grew, his skills became more proficient and handy.
Gradually.
He could succeed three or four times out of ten attempts.
I don't know how long has passed.
When Gongshu Wumao completely exhausted the pile of materials in front of him, he could achieve a fifty percent success rate when fusing low-grade materials.
"Hoo--"
This kid is really abnormal!
Gongshu Wumao couldn't help but sigh.
He thought that with his accomplishments, studying the Immemorial Divine Forging Art would be a piece of cake, if not a walk in the park.
The gap between him and Wang Xiu was only in terms of genius thinking, not actual ability.
But...
The more he delved into the Immemorial Divine Forging Art, the more he could appreciate the immense wisdom it contained.
This Immemorial Divine Forging Art is really damn difficult.
Even he, after studying it for so long, could only barely guarantee a fifty percent success rate.
Moreover, he was still forging low-grade materials.
How did Wang Xiu research it from scratch?
However.
Even if the success rate is only fifty percent.
You should know that once successfully integrated, the value of the material itself will increase by more than ten times.
So even if there is material loss, it can still be an absolute blood profit!
He felt that he had underestimated Wang Xiu's evaluation.
Becoming a saint and an ancestor is not enough.
Those achievements recorded in history, the people of the generation of holy ancestors, none of them could create such a heaven-defying secret technique like the Immemorial Divine Forging Art at Wang Xiu's age!
And now, his confidence is even more abundant than before.
"This Manipulation Lineage, I will revive it, even the Heavenly King can't stop me!"
His eyes were shining brightly, filled with excitement.
Suddenly, he remembered something.
He raised his hand.
Not far away, a hidden compartment opened.
A sphere shot out.
It stayed in front of Gongshu Wumao, constantly expanding and transforming.
In an instant, it turned into the image of an expressionless woman.
She looked lifelike.
No different from a Perfected Being!
Gongshu Wumao looked at this puppet, a previously unseen tenderness flashed in his eyes as he gently stroked her face, "Fang, do you know how long I've been waiting for this day?
You will be happy for me, won't you?"
The puppet did not speak.
But Gongshu Wumao's gaze gradually became sinister, "You have always been like this, silently supporting me from behind! Speaking of which, we haven't had a good chat in a long time, let's take advantage of today without anyone disturbing us..."
As he spoke, he untied his belt with both hands.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Just as Gongshu Wumao was getting excited.
There was a sudden loud noise from the door of the secret room.
It seemed like someone was fiercely banging on the door from outside.
Gongshu Wumao was startled.
He picked up his belt and grumbled, "Who the hell is it?"
He flicked his finger and formed a seal.
The wall became transparent.
Immediately, he saw a figure in a state of panic, holding a tripod and banging on the door!
"Brother Ouye?"
Gongshu Wumao recognized the person's appearance and was instantly confused.
How could he be here?
...
Ouye Feng's current mood is very complicated.
He is questioning life.
He is questioning life.
He is still questioning life.
At first, he thought that what he saw was only part of the truth and not completely correct.
But when he stayed outside the secret room for three days, watching Gongshu Wumao fuse one pile of low-grade materials after another into higher-grade materials, his mentality collapsed.
This... it's actually real!
In this world, there really is a godly technique comparable to turning stones into gold!
And such a godly technique is not distant or legendary.
His good buddy can do it!
Yes!
He and Gongshu Wumao are good brothers, with an unbreakable bond and mutual understanding.
They have common hobbies.
He also knows that Manipulation Lineage has had a tough time in recent years, and as a true brother, he sincerely hopes that he can have a better life.
But...
You can't suddenly become better than me, right?
That's not how brothers should act!
With such good things, you actually want to keep them all to yourself?
This is blatant betrayal.
Betrayal of brotherly love.
He squatted at the door for three whole days, intending to wait for Gongshu Wumao to finish, and then take this secret technique from him.
Even if he had to make a big request.
Even if he had to throw a tantrum on the ground.
As long as he could obtain this secret technique, he would accept it!
But this guy...
He's done!
And he's in the mood for that?
Although this old man will definitely finish quickly.
But Ouye Feng doesn't want to wait any longer.
Without saying a word.
He picked up the tripod and started smashing the door.
...
The door opened.
Gongshu Wumao walked out with a black face, looking unhappy: "What's up?"
Ouye Feng was full of resentment: "How dare you ask me? Don't you know what you did?"
Gongshu Wumao: "What did I do?"
Ouye Feng: "You tell me, what did you do?"
Gongshu Wumao's heart skipped a beat.
Could it be that he found out about what he was just about to do?
But even if he knew, wouldn't it be enough to make a few jokes? Was it necessary to smash the door?
And still be so angry?
Could it be?
Gongshu Wumao thought of a possibility, and a hint of fear appeared in his eyes as he looked at Ouye Feng. He subconsciously took a step back: "Brother Ouye, I've always treated you as a brother!"
Ouye Feng angrily said: "Brother my ass, if you're a brother, you should share good things together!"
Share?
Gongshu Wumao remembered something, silently turned around, and looked at the female puppet. His mouth twitched.
"Brother Ouye, if you need it, I can make one for you! This one... I've already used it..."
Ouye Feng: "???"
...
Fifteen minutes later.
Ouye Feng, with a swollen face, sat on the ground, spat, and looked at the even more swollen Gongshu Wumao: "Tell me, where did you get that secret technique?"
Gongshu Wumao had no expression on his face and said, "I promised to keep it a secret!"
Ouye Feng narrowed his eyes, raised his hand, and the tripod flew into his hand, rotating slightly as if it could fall at any moment.
Gongshu Wumao quickly said, "But who is with whom? There are no secrets between us brothers!"
Ouye Feng snorted and put down the tripod.
If they were outside.
It wouldn't be so easy for Ouye Feng to control Gongshu Wumao.
But in this secret room, there are too many treasures of the Manipulation Lineage hidden.
Once they start fighting, it's really intense.
Once a piece or half a piece is destroyed, it would make Gongshu Wumao feel heartbroken for Gongshu Wumao.
Didn't you see just now, when the two of them were fighting hand-to-hand, Gongshu Wumao didn't dare to fight back much?
"It's Wang Xiu's nephew!"
Gongshu Wumao looked at the tripod in Ouye Feng's hand with resentment and said, "This technique is called the Immemorial Divine Forging Art, which was taught to me by Wang Xiu's nephew!"
Ouye Feng raised an eyebrow and said, "Is it... Wang Xiu from the Divination Lineage?"
Gongshu Wumao gave him a disdainful look and said, "Otherwise? Is there a second Wang Xiu?"
Ouye Feng gasped and frowned, "So, where did he learn such a divine technique?"
Gongshu Wumao said, "It's said to be a fortuitous coincidence, an accidental gain! But you and I should both know that in the entire South State, throughout ancient history, there has never been such an effective forging technique!
Not even a single word has ever been mentioned!"
Ouye Feng is certainly a smart person.
After Gongshu Wumao said this, he suddenly took a cold breath and said, "Could it be... he created it himself? But the possibility of that is even more remote!"
Gongshu Wumao sighed, "There are always geniuses beyond geniuses! There are talents in this world that cannot be measured by common sense.
I originally thought that Weiwei's talent in the Puppet Master path was already a once-in-a-millennium rarity...
But Wang Xiu's nephew is even stronger than her!"
"How is that possible?"
Ouye Feng was extremely surprised.
He knew Mo Wuwei's talent and had envied it more than once. Gongshu Wumao had found such an outstanding disciple.
But now, Gongshu Wumao was actually saying that Wang Xiu, a disciple of the Divination Lineage, had even stronger talent in the Puppet Master path than Mo Wuwei!
"What's impossible about it? I saw it with my own eyes! And, according to Junior Brother Lou, on that day on Spirit Turtle Peak, Senior Brother Ji Yan and Senior Sister Dugu fought in front of many senior brothers and sisters...
They fought to have Wang Xiu's nephew transferred to their peak and taught him everything, with each condition being higher than the last!"
Ouye Feng couldn't help but be amazed.
There was silence for a while.
He asked again, "So... do you think if I approach Wang Xiu's nephew, he would agree to teach me this technique?"
Gongshu Wumao looked at him seriously and said after a long time, "Dream on!"
Ouye Feng: "..."
"Wang Xiu's nephew is a sentimental person! The reason he agreed to teach me this technique is because the coffin Luo Shimei is currently sleeping in was made by my Manipulation Lineage!"
Gongshu Wumao smiled and said, "My Manipulation Lineage has some thin ties with the Divination Lineage! But what about your Artifact Lineage?"
Ouye Feng remained silent.
Gongshu Wumao continued as if he had no scruples, "Ah, now that I think about it, back then I was really wise, going against popular opinion... and resolutely giving that white jade Xuanming coffin to Luo Shimei...
If it weren't for planting such good karma, how could we have reaped such good results today?"
Ouye Feng's eyes twitched, "Are you even embarrassed? If it weren't for Luo Binglan holding an axe to your Manipulation Lineage's research for five hundred years, would you have agreed to give her that coffin?"
Gongshu Wumao proudly said, "You don't understand anything. This is called strategy. If I didn't show a little bit of heartache, how could Luo Shimei know the value of that coffin?"
When a person succeeds, even their farts seem fragrant.
Just like Gongshu Wumao.
In the past, he was often in a sorry state, and Ouye Feng had witnessed it with his own eyes.
But now, the nonsensical things he said seemed to make some sense.
But Ouye Feng knew.
There was no reason.
It was just pure luck!
Thinking of this, Ouye Feng became even more annoyed.
Gongshu Wumao continued to speak sarcastically, "Look at your Artifact Lineage these years, you've been treating the Divination Lineage with disdain!"
"Even the Immortal Gate created by Wang Xiu's nephew, you all pretend to be high and mighty, thinking that you don't need money, so you don't participate!"
"How about now? Are you feeling embarrassed?"
"If I were Wang Xiu's nephew, how much would I hate you? Teach you the Immemorial Divine Forging Art? Dream on!"
He said one sentence after another.
Ouye Feng's heart sank.
In the end, his face turned pale, and he once again picked up the tool tripod.
Gongshu Wumao: "!!!"
"Talk is cheap, no need for violence!"
"You're here again?"
"Do you really think I won't fight back?"
"Oh, my mistake, Brother Ouye, be gentle, that's a high-quality human-faced puppet..."
...
After a round of beating.
Gongshu Wumao sat on the ground, rubbing his butt, looking utterly dejected.
Ouye Feng's mood improved a lot.
He put down the tool tripod, pondered for a moment, and said, "You just said that Luo Shimei took away... the coffin you guys gave her. Is Wang Xiu's nephew teaching you the Immemorial Divine Forging Art the only reason, or is there another reason?"
Gongshu Wumao said expressionlessly, "It seems like Weiwei likes him!"
Ouye Feng was stunned, his pupils contracted, and he said angrily, "Gongshu, how could you do such a despicable thing? You sold out your own closed-door disciple for a secret technique? Isn't that shameful? Where is the integrity of the Immortal Gate? Where is the dignity of the Manipulation Lineage, as the head?"
Gongshu Wumao glanced at him and said, "I know your Artifact Lineage doesn't have any female disciples, but the Alchemy Lineage should have some outstanding ones. You can try to borrow one!"
Ouye Feng stood up abruptly and said, "Why didn't you say so earlier!"
Without saying another word, he left.
Gongshu Wumao looked at the messy secret room and sighed helplessly.
But when he glanced at the spatial ring and saw the newly forged materials, a smile involuntarily appeared on his face.
"Hehehe..."
...
Just as Gongshu Wumao finished tidying up the secret room.
Ouye Feng came back.
His face was full of anger, "That old man Lu is so stingy, is it that difficult to ask him for a female disciple? He even had to keep asking me for the reason..."
Gongshu Wumao: "..."
Ouye Feng looked at him and asked, "Is there any other way?"
Gongshu Wumao thought for a moment and hesitated, "How about you try finding a master?"
Ouye Feng raised an eyebrow, looking incredulous, "What did you say?"
Gongshu Wumao advised, "There is no distinction between teachers and students in learning. Wang Xiu's nephew was able to create such a unique technique. If you find a master, you won't lose out..."
Moreover, as the head of the Artifact Lineage, if you personally kneel down and ask him to be your master, it will show your sincerity!
He will most likely agree!"
Ouye Feng sneered, turned his head, tilted his neck, and said arrogantly, "I started cultivating at the age of seven, and at twenty, I began to learn artifact refining. After 836 springs and autumns, 305,140 black and white days and nights, I have achieved what I am today!
Now, you want me to kneel down and ask a young, inexperienced kid in his twenties to be my master!
Where is the dignity of Ouye Feng?
Where is the face of the Artifact Lineage?"
Gongshu Wumao spread his hands, "Then I have no other way. Your relationship with the Divination Lineage is already strained, and now you're not willing to make more sacrifices. Even if immortals come, it won't help!"
Hmph!
Ouye Feng flicked his sleeve, "Just a mere Immemorial Divine Forging Art, I don't need it! Even if I die, I will never sacrifice my dignity and integrity for a secret technique!"
With that, he left, his back straight, like a proud pine tree on the top of a cliff.
...
That night.
Spirit Turtle Peak.
In front of Wang Xiu's courtyard.
"The disciple sincerely seeks to learn, please accept me as your disciple, Master!"
An extremely sincere voice echoed through the mountains and fields.
(End of this chapter)