This seal is different from the three seals Qing Jun first learned. It can leverage the power of a magical treasure and make it one’s own.

"Wind, come!"

Whoosh—!!!

The cyan wind wall transformed into flowing light and entered Qing Jun’s small hand.

Qing Jun’s little face was tense, but she didn’t stop.

Her small hands changed again, with spiritual light flowing at her fingertips. With a casual slap, the fierce wind in her palm turned into a massive cyan handprint and smashed down hard:

"Suppress!"

Boom!

The ground trembled, and dust flew up.

The remaining seven or eight corpse puppets were slammed into the ground by the seal carrying the might of heaven and earth, without even a cry, turning into a pile of twisted flesh!

From beginning to end, Qing Jun didn’t touch those disgusting corpses once.

She was like a lofty little fairy, suppressing evil with the power of heaven and earth.

The one-eyed cultivator was astonished.

This little girl had exquisite control over magic!

But...

He sneered:

"Hey, little girl, you’re still too tender!"

"Explode!"

A fierce shout.

The pile of rotten flesh suddenly exploded on its own!

Flesh and blood flew everywhere, filthy and defiling, staining the spirituality of the fierce wind.

And amidst the blood rain, a terrifying black figure charged out without warning!

This was his lifebound puppet!

This was the supreme secret technique of the corpse puppet path of the Ten Thousand Puppet Sect, known as the True Discernment of the Dissolved Puppet.

This technique allowed the corpse puppet to disassemble its body, lodging in other corpse puppets, devouring their nutrients, and growing stronger.

This is precisely why the cultivators of the Ten Thousand Puppet Sect are eager to continuously hunt demon beasts and cultivators to refine corpse puppets, aiming to nourish the lifebound puppet.

Like the one-eyed cultivator.

His lifebound puppet usually hid among his numerous corpse puppets.

If needed, he could disassemble these corpse puppets and reassemble them into a new one at any time.

"How terrifying!"

Qing Jun was startled.

The disintegration of corpses, transforming into a new corpse.

This scene was too overwhelming for a small girl.

"Hehe, little girl, don’t be afraid; soon you’ll be in the same condition."

The one-eyed cultivator sneered, as if he envisioned Qing Jun being split in half.

Alright!

You, little girl, may be skilled in magic, but your small, white, soft, and cute body is too fragile.

However, as the corpse puppet drew near.

The panic in Qing Jun’s eyes suddenly disappeared, replaced by a hint of cunning.

"Originally, Qing Jun intended to handle you gracefully... Alas, might as well not pretend anymore! Qing Jun is revealing her cards!"

"?"

The one-eyed cultivator furrowed his brow, thinking the little girl had been scared silly.

"Get down for me!"

Qing Jun swiftly clenched her small fist, which was instantly empowered by numerous true seals, such as the Cloud Breaking and Array Smashing seals.

Then she punched, striking directly at the chest of the corpse puppet!

"Boom!"

An unexpected scene unfolded that nearly made the one-eyed cultivator’s eyes pop out.

His lifebound corpse puppet, into which he had poured countless efforts, had its chest caved in instantly!

Immediately after.

A vast and irresistible force erupted, sending the lifebound corpse puppet flying backward like a swatted fly, even faster than it had arrived!

Boom!

It crashed heavily into the cliff wall behind, embedding its entire body inside, leaving only a pair of twitching legs.

"Is this...even human?!"

Though his corpse puppets had strong regeneration abilities, the one-eyed cultivator, linked to it by spirit, nonetheless spat a mouthful of blood, aghast.

This little girl looked delicate, yet she was fiercer than a demon beast?!

But it wasn’t over yet.

At the very moment that Qing Jun punched the iron corpse away, three other cultivators sensed trouble and rushed over to assist.

Especially the millipede puppet, which was incredibly fast and was about to arrive.

Though Qing Jun appeared formidable, a series of spellcasting against the corpse puppet required full attention, inevitably leaving her defenses lacking and unable to attend to everything.

"Sister, yours!"

Qing Jun shouted, then squatted down with her small frame, hugging her head.

Zheng—!!!

A clear sword hum echoed almost simultaneously as she crouched.

It was Zhiwei’s sword.

Without taking a step, she gently patted the gourd at her waist with her right hand.

The three gourds strung together quivered incessantly, as an extremely fine, fast, and chilling tricolored cold light flashed from the gourd’s mouth.

It flew over Qing Jun’s head, tracing a bright arc in the air.

"The millipede?"

Zhiwei’s gaze was icy, her sword finger pointing.

The cold light split into three, corresponding to the red, blue, and green gourd swords of water, fire, and wood attributes.

The giant millipede, seizing the opportunity to ambush Qing Jun, had just extended its sharp limb when it met the green light head-on and was sliced.

Slice!

Just like cutting through tofu.

The millipede, hard as iron all over, had its limb severed evenly down the middle, the cut smooth as a mirror!

The green light whirled and returned to the wood gourd.

Meanwhile.

The red light’s momentum did not lessen, vanishing into thin air without a trace.

It executed an unbelievable curve in the sky, charging straight into the clouds!

"Screech—!"

In the sky, the human-faced corpse bird, poised to spew poisonous mist, only had time for a brief shriek.

The red light pierced its forehead, carrying a splash of black blood.

The corpse bird plummeted like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground, shuddering twice before going still.

Two kills with one move!

Zhiwei lightly beckoned, recalling the red and blue sword lights.

The three gourds around her side cheered and swirled in joy.

"Pfft!"

"Ah! My corpse bird!"

The hunched cultivator and the tall thin cultivator both suffered backlash, simultaneously spitting blood, their expressions languishing.

"This...this person..."

The remaining cultivator controlling the centipede puppet, now scared out of his wits.