Chapter 54 The Seven-Colored Doll

Ren Yanran, seeing Ye Yang killed nearby, was terrified to the point of her Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, and she turned to flee.

Ling Wei controlled the talisman soldier to throw a spear light, which landed on the ground in front of her, exploding into a deep trench and blocking her path.

"Trying to leave?" Lin Yue walked slowly to her, his eyes cold. "You incited Ye Yang to pose as a Rogue Cultivator and murder a fellow disciple. We need to settle this account properly."

Ren Yanran's face turned pale, her legs went weak, and she knelt on the ground. "Lin Yue, I was wrong! Please spare my life! I'm willing... willing to be your slave, I'll do anything you want..." As she spoke, her eyes became seductive, as she actually performed a Charm Technique, attempting to use her allure to seduce Lin Yue.

But Lin Yue didn't give her even half a glance.

Ren Yanran's ruthlessness in inciting a fellow disciple and posing as a Rogue Cultivator was already etched in his eyes. A woman like this, who would do anything to achieve her goals, would only cause endless trouble if left alive.

"Be my slave?" Lin Yue's voice was as cold as mountain ice. He suddenly raised his right foot, and the golden light of the prajna divine armor condensed along his ankle. "You're not worthy."

Before his voice finished, his foot had already kicked heavily into Ren Yanran's chest!

"Bang!"

With the power of the Wanjun Overlord Body unleashed without reservation, Ren Yanran flew backward like a broken kite, hitting the rock wall beside the mountain path with a dull thud.

She spat out a large mouthful of blood. The excruciating pain of broken ribs made her curl up on the ground. Her previously seductive face instantly contorted, leaving only painful twitching.

Lin Yue raised his leg to step forward, intending to completely end this malignant tumor, but his wrist was gently grabbed by Ling Wei.

"Senior Brother, spare her life." Ling Wei's voice was calm, without a ripple of emotion. Her fingertip pointed at Ren Yanran's unfocused pupils. "She is Elder Wu's person and the direct instigator of Ye Yang's attack. Bringing her back to the Sect and handing her over to the Deacon Hall is the only way to have a living witness. If we kill her directly, Elder Wu can instead clear his name by saying we 'killed her to silence her in a private fight'."

Lin Yue's movement paused, and he looked down at Ling Wei.

The golden glow of the setting sun fell into her eyes, reflecting a clear calculation — this was indeed the safest way.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the killing intent in his heart, and the golden light of the prajna divine armor slowly receded. "Fine, I'll listen to you."

Ren Yanran lay on the ground, listening to their conversation. A flash of relief from surviving the disaster crossed her eyes, but it was instantly replaced by overwhelming resentment and malice.

She stared fixedly at Lin Yue's back, a strange curve hooking the corner of her mouth. Her right hand quietly reached for the Storage Pouch at her waist, her fingertips touching a cold, hard object — it was a "reward" she had wheedled out of Elder Wu back then when she was serving him and he was in a good mood.

"Want to take me back to the Sect?" Ren Yanran suddenly let out a shrill laugh, filled with madness. "Lin Yue! Ling Wei! Stop dreaming! Even if I die, I'll take you down with me!"

She suddenly pulled out a palm-sized Seven-Colored Doll from her Storage Pouch — the doll was carved entirely from an unknown soft jade, its surface covered with eerie blood-red runes. The seven-colored hues shimmered with a demonic light in the spiritual mist, as if something living was squirming inside the doll.

"This is... the Blood Poison Magic Puppet!" Ling Wei's face changed drastically. She had seen records of it in the Sect's ancient books. "Refined using the essence blood of a hundred Cultivators, it can transform into human form. It's extremely poisonous and kills upon contact! You actually have such an evil thing!"

Ren Yanran laughed even more crazily, squeezing a drop of essence blood from her fingertip onto the blood rune on the doll's forehead. "This was rewarded to me by Elder Wu! He said whoever dares to provoke me, I should let this magic puppet suck their essence blood dry! Lin Yue, you ruined my face and killed my backer. Today, I'll let you taste the feeling of being corroded to the bone by magic poison!"

"Buzz —"

The moment the essence blood seeped in, the Seven-Colored Doll suddenly expanded, transforming into a blood-colored figure about ten feet tall.

Thick black mist swirled around the figure, and within the mist, one could faintly see countless agonized human faces — the remnant Souls of the Cultivators swallowed when the magic puppet was refined. It raised its hand to condense a blood-colored poison claw, and with a pungent stench, it lunged straight at Lin Yue's face.

"Senior Brother, get back!" Ling Wei warned sharply, while her fingertip's spiritual power surged frantically into the dark gold talisman paper. "dark gold talisman soldier, come forth!"

The golden light surged again, and the Golden Armored War God stood with its spear, the Spiritual Vein spear light at the tip even more brilliant than before.

Sensing the magic puppet's evil aura, the ancient seal characters on its armor instantly lit up, and it thrust its spear fiercely at the blood-colored figure!

"Clang!"

The spear light collided with the poison claw, the blood-colored black mist was instantly torn apart, and the magic puppet let out a piercing shriek.

It hadn't expected this talisman soldier to be so powerful and instinctively tried to retreat, but the Golden Armored War God had already anticipated its movement. The spear swept across, and the pale golden spear wind ground the black mist around the magic puppet to pieces.

Seeing this, the magic puppet opened its mouth and spat out a cloud of dark red poison mist, attempting to trap the talisman soldier. But the runes around the Golden Armored War God suddenly lit up, forming a semi-transparent light shield. As soon as the poison mist touched the shield, it was instantly evaporated without leaving a trace.

"Impossible! This magic puppet was personally refined by Elder Wu!" Ren Yanran's eyes widened, her face full of disbelief. She had seen this magic puppet instantly kill Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivators; how could it be so vulnerable before a talisman soldier?

Ling Wei's eyes were cold, her fingertips quickly forming seals. "Ancient talisman soldiers inherently counter evil things. Your magic puppet is nothing but trash piled up with essence blood!"

Before her voice fell, the Golden Armored War God suddenly leaped up, its spear tip condensing an even more concentrated Spiritual Vein spear light, and thrust it ruthlessly into the magic puppet's chest.

"Pfft!"

The spear light easily pierced through the magic puppet's body. The blood-colored runes inside the magic puppet instantly dimmed, and those swirling remnant Souls let out shrill screams as they were completely swallowed by the golden light of the spear. Even more shocking was that the Golden Armored War God's spear tip actually began to actively absorb the magic puppet's Divine Essence and Spirit. The originally eerie seven-colored light gradually merged into the talisman soldier's armor, making the luster of the seal characters even more brilliant.

"No—!"

Ren Yanran let out a heart-wrenching scream. This Blood Poison Magic Puppet had long been bound to her mind. If the magic puppet was damaged, she would also suffer the backlash. Now that the magic puppet was being swallowed by the talisman soldier, an intense pain came from her Sea of Consciousness, as if countless steel needles were piercing her Soul.

SheRolling on the ground while holding his head，His eyes became unfocused，rambling incoherently："Elder Wu, save me... magic puppet... my essence blood... no... don't suck it anymore..."

Her originally clear mind became completely chaotic the moment the magic puppet was destroyed.

She wailed at times, laughed wildly at others, and then kowtowed to the air, begging for mercy. All her previous ruthlessness and allure were gone, leaving only the pathetic state of madness.

Ling Wei looked at Ren Yanran's state and sighed softly. "Her mind was bound to the magic puppet; when one suffers, both suffer. For the rest of her life, she can only be a lunatic."

Lin Yue walked to Ren Yanran's side and looked at her crazed appearance, his eyes devoid of any pity. This was the path she chose; from the moment she took out the magic puppet, this ending was destined.

He bent down to pick up the remains of the Seven-Colored Doll — now the doll had returned to the size of a palm, the blood-colored runes on the surface had all faded, leaving only a dim seven-colored jade color, with no trace of evil aura left.

"Keeping these remains will serve as evidence of Elder Wu refining evil objects." Lin Yue stuffed the doll into his Storage Pouch and turned to Ling Wei. "Let's go. Handing her over to the Deacon Hall will settle this matter."

Ling Wei nodded, controlling the Golden Armored War God to turn into a streak of golden light and merge back into the talisman paper.