Chapter 429: A Bamboo Crosses Through the Ages

Amidst his words, Ghost Hand flicked his sleeve, and immediately streaks of heavenly thunder formed and fell with a bang.

After bombarding this place continuously, he snorted coldly and left here.

Xu Qing glanced at the Wood Spirit tribe person whose body was shattered by more than half on the ground, withdrew his gaze, and followed him away.

On the ground, the face of the huge withered tree revealed a bitter expression. As its body trembled and swayed, its gaze fell on the back of Xu Qing who was going away in the sky, and it murmured in its heart.

"His right wrist actually has a line of spiritual luck..."

Several hours later, at the end of this small world, Ghost Hand and Xu Qing ended this world prison trip.

Before leaving, Xu Qing pleaded with Ghost Hand to let him feel the feeling of bearing the rules of the world alone.

After all, this was something he must complete in the future, otherwise he would never be able to patrol alone, and every time he would have to follow others, then becoming a Bing District jailer would have no meaning.

"Are you sure?" Ghost Hand glanced at Xu Qing.

"Bearing the descent of world rules, carrying the rules to walk, this can only be done by Nascent Soul. Although Golden Core also has it, there are very few, and most of them will collapse themselves in three or five breaths of time."

Xu Qing pondered, then his expression was solemn, and he nodded and bowed.

"Good." Ghost Hand didn't say another word and directly dispersed his own shared power.

The next instant, Xu Qing's whole body roared, as if countless big mountains were pressing on his body. His body emitted a "ka-ka" sound, and even his soul was trembling, and a strong sense of tearing also appeared on his body.

It was as if he would be torn apart and collapse and die at any time.

Ghost Hand shook his head and was just about to take back this power, but Xu Qing's Golden Crow Refining Myriad Spirits soared at this moment, and his physical body power erupted comprehensively, actually resisting it alive.

It was just still difficult, his body trembling violently, but time passed breath by breath, and Ghost Hand's expression also gradually changed.

Until after a hundred breaths, Xu Qing barely raised his head and looked at Ghost Hand.

"Senior, I should be able to bear the descent of the rules."

Ghost Hand was moved, and a bright glint slowly appeared in his eyes.

"You kid can do it. Not only is your physical body powerful, but your divine soul is also astonishing. Most cultivators at your cultivation level cannot do this."

After Ghost Hand finished speaking, he flicked his sleeve, and immediately the pressure on Xu Qing's body lightened, and the rules were shared by Ghost Hand again.

From extreme oppression to instant relaxation, Xu Qing's body shook with this up and down. He clearly felt that his physical body power had actually improved in these short hundred breaths.

It was as if it had been re-tempered.

This made Xu Qing's spirits lift.

"But don't be complacent. Although there are very few Golden Cores who can do this, it is not that there are none." Ghost Hand smiled and didn't say much, formed a seal, and took Xu Qing away from this small world.

When he appeared, he was already outside the world, in the void.

On the way back, Xu Qing was not complacent because he persisted for a hundred breaths. He recalled the scene of the Wood Spirit tribe he mentioned earlier, so he asked.

"Ancient Spirit tribe?" Ghost Hand recalled.

"This is a strange tribe. Looking at it from history, I feel that this tribe is called the Heavenly Mandate Tribe, which has a certain reason."

"It is said that the innate talent of this tribe is extremely astonishing and related to luck. It can add blessings to itself and also add blessings to outsiders. I don't know the specifics very clearly."

"But it is rumored that the Spirit Emperor of the tribe borrowed the luck of the Wanggu Continent and failed to break through the Ancient Emperor realm to step into a higher level, causing the luck of Wanggu to be exhausted. The bloodline of the entire tribe was nearly extinct overnight, ending the era that belonged to their Ancient Spirit tribe."

Amidst his words, the two had already walked out of the mural and returned to the ninetieth floor of the Prison Division.

"Let's stop here for today. Since you can barely bear the descent of the rules, then constantly adapt to it and see how long it takes for you to truly bear the rules and complete the patrol."

Here, Ghost Hand encouraged a few words, drank wine, and turned to leave.

Xu Qing cupped his fists and bowed to Ghost Hand's back, then left the Prison Division with the fatigue of his mind and returned to the Sword Pavilion.

On the way, he recalled the scenes of the world prison he had transformed into in the small world, still somewhat shocked by the handwriting of the Sword-Holding Palace, and at the same time thought of the forty-odd Near-Immortal tribes in the small world.

"Near-Immortal tribe..."

"If you want to investigate the matter of immortal puppets, unless you can go to the Near-Immortal tribe or the Sheng Lan tribe, otherwise the difficulty of investigation is too great."

Xu Qing suppressed the fatigue in his heart and pondered.

He wanted to explore this matter clearly, but the obstacles were great and difficult to avoid. However, Xu Qing was very eager for military merits, especially for that second-class merit, which he wanted to possess even more.

After all, going to Zhaoxia Mountain required not only military merits but also war merits.

Thus, a deep glint appeared in Xu Qing's eyes. After analyzing in his mind, his mind suddenly stirred.

"Actually, there is another direction, which is to start from the immortal puppet itself. This requires understanding how immortal puppets are made."

Murmuring in his heart, Xu Qing thought of the Prefect mentioned by Ghost Hand who had studied immortal puppets, so he took out the Sword-Holder command sword and applied for an opportunity to meet the Prefect to learn with his own military merits.

The Prefect of the capital was publicly recognized as knowledgeable, so whenever there were questions and needs, they would all ask him for advice.

It was just that the Prefect usually assisted the Prefect in managing the affairs of a county, so he was busy with official business. Therefore, when the application would be approved depended on the Prefect's own time.

Xu Qing's luck was not bad. After returning to the Sword Pavilion and sitting cross-legged for half an hour, he received the Prefect's reply.

"Xu Qing?"

"Prefect." Xu Qing took out the jade slip and spoke respectfully.

"What is the matter?" The Prefect's voice carried some fatigue, clearly having just finished official business.

Xu Qing knew it was not good to disturb too much, so he briefly stated his request to understand immortal puppets.

"Immortal puppets, huh? If you have time now, come over. I will take you to see it with your own eyes."

Hearing the Prefect's reply, Xu Qing's spirits lifted, and he left the Sword Pavilion and headed straight for the capital.

At this moment, the night was not deep, and the capital was brightly lit. Many shops were open, and there were quite a few ordinary people, and even some snacks were open. From time to time, Sword-Holders and patrols of the capital could be seen on the street.

Xu Qing headed straight for the Prefect's Mansion located in the east of the city. After approaching, he stated his purpose to the guards of the Prefect's Mansion and was finally led to the outside of the Prefect's study.

"Sword-Holder Xu Qing, requests to see the Prefect." Xu Qing's expression was solemn, and he cupped his fists and bowed.

"Come in." In the study, the Prefect's tired voice came out.

Xu Qing walked in respectfully, pushed open the door of the study, and saw the Prefect who was preparing medicinal liquid and his several assistants.

One of them was a newly promoted Sword-Holder of the same batch as Xu Qing.

This Sword-Holder nodded after seeing Xu Qing, and then followed the Prefect's instructions to prepare the medicinal liquid.

Xu Qing did not disturb him and stood to the side, his gaze sweeping over the study, seeing many flowers and bonsai placed not far away. Some were medicinal herbs, and some were ordinary flowers.

At this moment, the Prefect's expression carried fatigue, but his eyes were very bright, and it was clear that he was at a critical moment of preparation.

Under his full concentration, bottles of medicinal liquid were mixed together. After completion, he walked quickly to a rock osmanthus and gently dripped the medicinal liquid into the soil.

But there was clearly a deviation in the medicinal liquid, and the bonsai withered visibly to the naked eye until it withered away.

"Sigh."

The Prefect sighed slightly, rubbed his eyebrows, and turned to look at Xu Qing. He was about to speak, but at this moment, the voice transmission jade slip vibrated. After checking it, his expression became a bit more solemn.

"Xu Qing, the Prefect sent me over. I cannot explain immortal puppets to you today. These are some materials I recorded about immortal puppets before. You can comprehend them yourself, and if there is anything you don't understand, come and ask me again."

It seemed that the matter was somewhat serious. The Prefect did not say much, handed a recording jade slip to Xu Qing, and tidied his robes.

Before leaving, he nodded apologetically to Xu Qing and instructed the assistants in the study to continue preparing the medicinal agent, then hurried away into the air.

Xu Qing took the jade slip and cupped his fists and bowed.

Seeing that the Prefect's assistants in the study were starting to prepare the medicinal agent again, Xu Qing knew it was inconvenient to watch more, so he said goodbye and left the Prefect's Mansion.

On the way back to the Sword Pavilion, the bustle of the capital gradually dissipated. Although many shops were still open, some snacks were closing.

Xu Qing's gaze swept over, seeing a small stall selling candied haws was packing up. Looking at the red candied haws, he thought for a moment, walked to the front, and bought a skewer.

Holding it in his hand, Xu Qing took a bite, raised his eyebrows, and lowered his head to look at the candied haws in his hand.

The taste of this candied haw was very good, much better than that of the Seven Blood Pupils.

The sour and sweet mixture mixed with coolness, which was just right, made Xu Qing think of the memories of Wushuang City when he was a child.

Thus, he looked back at the candied haw stall, and the vendor had already left.

"Buy a few more next time." Xu Qing murmured and took another bite.

The taste was still good.

Just like that, in this moonlight, he ate candied haws while perceiving the jade slip given by the Prefect, checking the information about immortal puppets inside.

The records in the jade slip were very detailed and equipped with many pictures and shadows. Clearly, the Prefect had studied this very deeply.

Xu Qing scanned it roughly and was very impressed by the Prefect's knowledgeable knowledge. At this moment, he was about to walk out of the capital, when he suddenly stirred, raised his head, and looked into the distance.

Between the pavilions in the distance, a middle-aged cultivator in a black robe was galloping. This person was very fast, and he kept waving his hands to throw out pieces of poison powder, spreading with the wind.

The poison was very strong. Falling on some grass and trees, they withered instantly, exuding a foul smell.

Behind him was another person, chasing and attacking.

The pursuer was a woman, wearing Sword-Holder Daoist robes, with a mask on her face, carrying a huge ghost sickle, it was Qing Qiu.

Her murderous intent was extremely strong, her whole body was filled with malevolent aura, and she wanted to catch up with the middle-aged cultivator.

But the other party had the same five-palace combat power as Qing Qiu, combined with those poisons that spread with the wind, making Qing Qiu unable to close the distance for a while.

Xu Qing took a look. Having done missions frequently during this period, he immediately recognized that this black-clothed person was a wanted criminal. In his memory, the other party had a nickname, also called "Child."

So Xu Qing had some impression.

However, since Qing Qiu was chasing, he didn't intend to participate and was about to leave.

But the next instant, as the wind blew, some poison drifted in front of Xu Qing.

This bit of poison was nothing to Xu Qing, but the candied haws he had left in his hand turned black visibly after the wind blew, exuding a foul smell.

Xu Qing's expression sank instantly. He looked coldly at the black-clothed person fleeing into the distance, raised his right hand and waved it, and the bamboo skewer of the candied haws in his hand flew out instantly.

The speed was so fast that it set off a sharp sound of breaking through the air, heading straight for the black-clothed person.

In an instant, with a "pu" sound, the bamboo skewer of the candied haws pierced into the black-clothed person's head and passed through.

As the black, foul-smelling candied haws fell one by one, the black-clothed person's eyes widened, and he died, his corpse falling to the ground with a "peng" sound.