Ling Tian Sword God

"Why did Brother Ling Chen spare that Saint Qian Yan? Why not kill that old dog here and eliminate future troubles?"

At this moment, Ling Yin also came forward, looking at Ling Chen with some confusion.

"A dignified middle-rank Saint is not so easy to kill."

Ling Chen shook his head. The Sword Spirit Out of Aperture was already his strongest trump card. Even revealing this trump card failed to kill that Saint Qian Yan, so there would be no further chance.

The shout he gave earlier was just to scare the opponent. If Saint Qian Yan truly fought to the death, it would be troublesome for him, considering the other was one of the top three core elders in Desolate Fire City. If pushed too hard, the opponent’s counterattack would be quite terrifying, and even in his current state, he might not be able to withstand it.

"But rest assured, that old dog won’t be free for long."

There was a flash of cold light in Ling Chen’s eyes. Saint Qian Yan and he were already mortal enemies. Now that the opponent had been beaten into such a state and fled in embarrassment, he would surely not let it rest.

Saint Qian Yan considered him a major threat, and he likewise viewed Saint Qian Yan as a menace that must be removed in the Emperor’s Tomb.

"Then let’s let that old dog enjoy a few more days of freedom."

Ling Yin nodded slightly. Seeing that Ling Chen was fine, she was reassured. As long as Ling Chen was alive, with his potential, she wouldn’t doubt even if he claimed he’d kill the City Lord of Desolate Fire City.

"Are you alright?"

Ling Chen looked at Ling Yin, wiping the bloodstain at the corner of her mouth for her. Taking a palm strike from Saint Qian Yan was no joke.

"I’m not seriously harmed. A little rest will do."

Ling Yin sat down on the ground, then suddenly thought of something, and with a wave of her hand, a jet-black puppet appeared in front of her.

Upon seeing this black puppet, Ling Chen’s eyes lit up with a hint of joy, "Is this the Mo Clan Puppet from the secret chamber? You even brought it out."

He thought Ling Yin had only refined her own puppet, but he didn’t expect she brought both puppets out.

"These two puppets are probably among the few advanced puppets left in the Mechanism City. You should refine them quickly, Brother Ling Chen," Ling Yin said.

"All right. But this place is unsafe. Let’s find a secure place first."

Ling Chen nodded, then led Ling Yin out of the hall.

Although Saint Qian Yan had escaped in embarrassment, there was no guarantee the old guy wouldn’t wake up suddenly and come back. It was still necessary to find a secure place to be on the safe side.

...

In a stone chamber.

Lying in front of Ling Chen was the black puppet, completely silent.

This black puppet had strange patterns on its body, exuding an ancient aura.

The Mo Sect is the ancestor of the Puppet Path in the world. The puppet techniques circulating on the Nine Provinces Land today mostly originate from the Mo Sect.

The method to create Saint-level puppets has probably long been lost in today’s Nine Province Sect Realm. Only in places like the Mo Sect would such Saint-level puppets exist.

A Saint-level puppet would definitely create a huge sensation if brought to the outside world, attracting competition from various super powers.

Ling Chen’s gaze lingered on the Saint-level puppet for a moment before he activated his Mental Power. White light emerged from his brow, transforming into a fine line, extending towards the central position of the puppet’s head.

At the moment Ling Chen’s Mental Power touched the Saint-level puppet, a peculiar wave suddenly propagated from the puppet’s body.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle...

At the puppet’s central spot, the peculiar wave seemed to form a vortex, slowly spinning, dragging Ling Chen’s Mental Power into it, where it gradually condensed to form a sword shadow.

This sword shadow was the Spirit Mark necessary to control the puppet.

Ling Yin could smoothly condense the Spirit Mark due to her naturally strong Mental Power, blessed with the Bewildering Heavenly Eye, having Mental Power dozens of times that of ordinary warriors, enough to control a puppet with Early Stage Saint power.

If this had been before Ling Chen condensed the Sword Spirit, forming a Spirit Mark to control this puppet might have been quite difficult, but now there was not much pressure.

Half an hour passed.

In the brain of the Saint-level puppet appeared a sword-shaped mark, almost fully integrated with the puppet’s aura.

Suddenly, Ling Chen stopped infusing Mental Power, and at that moment, the sword-shaped mark, after a slight tremor, finally stabilized.

Spirit Mark, successfully condensed!

At this moment, Ling Chen could feel the entire body of the Saint-level puppet. Through the Spirit Mark, he could almost perceive everything the puppet sensed about the outside world.

"Rise!"

Ling Chen’s thoughts suddenly moved.

The next moment, the Saint-level puppet sat up straight, then shot out like a cannonball, its fist smashing hard into the stone chamber’s wall.

Bang!

Rubble flew, and though the wall wasn’t breached, a deep fist imprint was left, showcasing its astonishing power.

However, for the Saint-level puppet, such a punch was just an ordinary strike.

"Such bodily strength, even those Saints specializing in Body Refining can hardly compare."

Ling Chen’s eyes gleamed, and a smile curved his lips. Controlling such a powerful puppet was undoubtedly a trump card, adding another card to his hand.

Now, with various forces gathered at the Emperor’s Tomb, having another trump card meant more confidence in the competition for treasure with others.

Boom!

Just as Ling Chen practiced controlling the puppet, suddenly, the ground shook violently. From deep underground, an extremely excited dragon’s roar resounded, quickly spreading across the entire Emperor’s Tomb.

"Brother Ling Chen, what’s happening?"

At this time, Ling Yin, having completed treating her injuries, was awakened by the sudden tremor.

Without answering, Ling Chen crouched down, listening to the intense wave from deep underground, when suddenly, with a "crack," the ground cracked open, releasing beams of intense golden light, and an immensely majestic aura permeated out.

Ling Chen reached out to touch the golden light, and upon contact, a terrifying oppressive force penetrated his bloodline, compelling him to a kneeling homage.

"It’s the emperor’s aura of Emperor Qinling!"

Ling Chen was startled, gazing at the endlessly radiating golden light, the astonishment in his eyes deepening, "Such intense emperor’s aura could only belong to Emperor Qinling. If my guess is right, it must be the appearance of Emperor Qinling’s tomb!"

Every Nine Provinces Emperor carried some degree of emperor’s aura, but the vast majority had very little. However, Emperor Qinling was different.

He was an incomparable emperor, possessing emperor’s aura that could surpass dozens of other emperors combined. Hence, Ling Chen could conclude that the source of the intense emperor’s aura affecting the entire Emperor’s Tomb was where the corpse of Emperor Qinling lay!