My Two-sided Cultivation: Starting From Collecting Experiences

598 King Realm Puppet

Within Qin Huai’s arsenal of techniques, many were suited for manipulating objects, but these were mostly limited to the bone pattern level.

Once he had fully integrated the spirit bone, its innate bone patterns were dissolved by the soul’s might. This power then merged with Qin Huai’s seven primary bone patterns, enhancing their strength. The cultivation techniques from the denizens of Qingzhou City, which he had absorbed from the blood sea, were converted into nourishment for these seven patterns.

Though Qin Huai had hoped to retain the bone pattern level disguise technique, he found himself unable to stop its transformation. Regardless, such a technique wouldn’t have been useful beyond the spirit bone level.

At the very least, concealing his true self from those visceral prefecture realm experts would not work. Ultimately, these minor techniques held little value to him. Transforming them into nutrients seemed their best destiny.

Qin Huai’s blood slithered, like living tendrils, creeping along the king bones, nestling within their crevices. His heart racing, blood poured forth, causing the fingers of the corpse to quiver.

He lifted it slightly. “It works!” A surge of elation washed over Qin Huai.

Applying more force, the fingers began to arc backward, moving with growing ease until they pressed flat against the back of its hand.

As Qin Huai paused to appreciate his handiwork, the finger bone snapped back with unexpected vigor. To his astonishment, it detached entirely, shooting off like an arrow, piercing the secret chamber’s wall.

Reacting swiftly, Qin Huai released a stream of blood which latched onto the errant finger, reeling it back with the precision of a seasoned fisherman.

The two king bones clashed with a sharp resonance.

Studying the king corpse’s undamaged hand, Qin Huai mused, “Impressive flexibility.” This experiment underscored the king corpse’s malleability, a product of his work with the divine power book of a thousand creations. While it might lack some structural integrity, its adaptability was undeniable.

He continued channeling the blood heart technique, drenching the corpse in a deluge of fresh blood, binding its many parts.

Hours slipped by until finally, Qin Huai, sweat streaking his face, gazed at his creation. The luminescent king’s corpse, now shrouded in a sanguine layer, exuded an eerie beauty. Draped in a black hooded robe, its skeletal hands lent it a gaunt, pitiable appearance.

At strategic points, such as the junctures of fingers, forearms, and shoulders, Qin Huai had strategically stored reservoirs of blood, ensuring a smooth, retractable movement.

Qin Huai then channeled the blood heart technique once more, compelling the king’s corpse to rise from the bed. Its movements mirrored his will.

The corpse’s initial steps were awkward and laborious. For the most part, it seemed as though Qin Huai was merely dragging an unwieldy puppet. The complexity of the human form became evident to him — many muscles, often overlooked, were crucial for coordinated movement.

But being a seasoned martial artist, understanding the intricacies of the human body was second nature to Qin Huai. With a keen focus, he soon had the corpse walking with a semblance of normalcy. To the untrained eye, it might have appeared like a disabled individual taking measured steps.

Whoosh!

Emerging from the secret chamber, a brisk wind greeted them. Lingkou Pass was enveloped in snow all year round, its silent peaks reminiscent of sentinels watching over the land.

Upon a silent command from Qin Huai, the corpse turned its gaze to meet his.

A menacing glint flashed in Qin Huai’s eyes. He positioned his right fist at his waist, and as he unleashed it, energy surged, accompanied by a dragon’s roar. Such was the might of the punch that it momentarily drowned the fierce winds.

The impact resonated on the corpse. Waves of power wrapped around the robe, preventing it from being shattered by the force. Beneath the robe, the blood quivered, once again veiling the white bones.

When the dust settled, the king’s corpse remained unscathed.

“This defense is exceptional. A punch imbued with the king’s force barely made a ripple.” Qin Huai was really impressed. With over a hundred king bones incorporated, the corpse’s resilience was unparalleled. He felt assured it could withstand even the fiercest blows.

He directed the corpse toward a nearby mountain peak. Raising its fists, the corpse delivered a staggering blow.

Boom!

A thunderous noise erupted. Snow and age-old ice disintegrated, cascading down the mountain like a deluge. A section of the peak crumbled, releasing an avalanche of rock and snow.

Qin Huai, standing at a distance, assessing the destruction and might of his creation. He was already at the peak of the visceral prefecture realm, but he had yet to reach the king realm.

“It’s decent, but not perfect,” Qin Huai mused with a hint of disappointment.

As for the avalanche, he didn’t care. His secret chamber, nestled deep within the wilderness, was far away from Lingkou Pass.