Longevity: Comprehending the Heart Method

P.S. In the previous Chapter, the [Celestial Spirit Shield] had already been given to Little Fatty. It has been changed to [Ink Jade Lotus Platform]. My sincerest apologies!~

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The arrival of a third party caused a slight shift in the grim atmosphere.

Song Changsheng looked up. The newcomer held a sword in his left hand, his body enveloped in Sword Qi. His long hair was tied back with a simple black cloth strip. He wore white robes that were whiter than snow, fluttering loudly in the wind.

As both sides looked on in confusion, the man slowly turned to the side. He smiled at Song Changsheng and said, ”Fellow Daoist Song, it’s been a long time. Have you been well?”

”Fellow Daoist Xu!” Staring at the familiar face, Song Changsheng was stunned for a moment before a wave of delight washed over him. The newcomer was none other than Xu Yunhe, whom he hadn’t seen in years.

”I’ve imagined many scenarios for our reunion, but I never thought it would be like this. You seem to have run into a bit of trouble.”

Xu Yunhe completely ignored the menacing puppets and the ashen-faced Wuy Luochuan a short distance away, continuing his conversation with Song Changsheng.

”Just a buffoon,” Song Changsheng said with a laugh. He didn’t take a mere Wuy Luochuan seriously, even though his own injuries were far from light.

”I was drawn here by the Sword Qi that just shot into the sky. I originally thought it was some master of the Sword Dao, but I didn’t expect to find you here, Fellow Daoist Song.

”This whole disturbance seems very strange. The City Lord’s Mansion has already started to intervene, so they should be here soon. You should end this fight quickly, Fellow Daoist. I, Yunhe, can lend you a hand,” Xu Yunhe said, glancing at the two puppets.

Seeing the two of them chatting as if no one else was there, Wuy Luochuan was so furious he could spit. As a remarkably talented Puppet Master, he had never been ignored like this.

”Enough! Since you insist on interfering, you can die with him!” A murderous glint flashed in Wuy Luochuan’s eyes as he manipulated the two puppets to lunge at Song Changsheng.

A cold glint appeared in Song Changsheng’s eyes. He cupped his hands and said, ”Then I’ll have to trouble you to hold off these two puppets for a moment, Fellow Daoist.”

”My pleasure.” Xu Yunhe smiled faintly. Without any perceptible movement, he instantly appeared before the Beast-shaped Puppet. A light swing of his Long Sword sent it flying backward.

He then turned and slashed again, unleashing a brilliant wave of Sword Qi that knocked the humanoid puppet over. He was handling both of them with ease.

Seeing this, Song Changsheng was relieved. With a flick of his Long Spear, he aimed straight for Wuy Luochuan’s heart.

”You dare attack me while you’re heavily injured? Do you really think I’m a pushover?” Wuy Luochuan roared, taking out a black Qiankun Bag. He opened it and released a Werewolf Puppet.

It stood ten feet tall and was jet-black, gleaming with a metallic luster under the sun. Its sharp claws shone with an ominous light, clearly coated in a potent poison.

’A Tier Two Middle-Grade Puppet... So you can control three Tier Two puppets at once. It seems you’re not as useless as I thought. But it’s still not enough!’

Facing the intimidating Werewolf Puppet, Song Changsheng was fearless. He charged forward, spear in hand, the qi and blood in his body surging, faintly emitting the roars of tigers and leopards.

”AWOOOO—”

The Werewolf Puppet’s eyes flashed with crimson light. It threw its head back and roared, then leaped into the air, soaring three stories high. With its claws crossed, it dove straight for Song Changsheng.

”Get lost!”

Veins bulged on Song Changsheng’s right arm as he swung the great spear in a wide arc, smashing it against the werewolf’s claws. The blow knocked the creature back several dozen feet, leaving two deep gouges in the floor where it skidded.

For a creature of flesh and blood, such a blow would have shattered bones and torn tendons, but to the metal-bodied werewolf, it was nothing more than a tickle.

Its eyes flashed, and it charged forward again, incomparably swift, like a black whirlwind.

”[Fleeting Shadows]”

Song Changsheng’s footwork shifted, and he moved with even greater speed, tangling with the werewolf. They moved so fast that, with the exception of the Foundation Establishment Cultivators, the Qi Cultivators present could no longer follow their movements, seeing only the occasional shower of sparks.

BANG!

Suddenly, a figure was sent flying, crashing heavily onto the floor and smashing out a large crater.

Wuy Luochuan’s expression changed drastically. His prized Werewolf Puppet was now lying battered in the crater. Its metal body was covered in gashes, its sharp claws were twisted and deformed, and there was a hideous, several-foot-long wound across its chest.

As for its opponent, Song Changsheng, his aura remained as powerful as ever. The only difference was that more blood was now flowing from his wounds, trickling down his clothes and onto the ground like crimson plum blossoms.

Song Changsheng paid it no mind. With a casual toss, his Long Spear shot out and pinned the struggling Werewolf Puppet to the ground, immobilizing it.

”Inanimate things like puppets can’t protect that greedy heart of yours,” Song Changsheng said coldly.

Watching Song Changsheng advance step by step, a trace of fear finally welled up in Wuy Luochuan’s heart. He never expected his opponent to be so ferocious, even while injured.

’Of my three puppets, two are tied down and one is heavily damaged. What do I have to stop the overwhelmingly powerful Song Changsheng?’

’Unless...’

A vicious look flashed across Wuy Luochuan’s face. He took out another Qiankun Bag. Inside was his most powerful puppet... one that had not yet been fully refined.

This was the Tier Two Top-Grade Puppet he had just won at an auction. He hadn’t had time to refine it yet. Releasing it would be easy, but getting it back would be another matter entirely.

But compared to his own safety, that was a trivial concern.

”I want you dead!” Wuy Luochuan’s face was a mask of insanity. As soon as he opened the Qiankun Bag, a humanoid puppet appeared before him.