Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master

Chapter 1494: Chapter 613: Sun Raising Yang Locking Cloud Altar

On Flowing Cloud Peak, Tan Zhu stood still.

This was a deserted mountainside, nothing remarkable. But Tan Zhu knew that not far below, there was a Flowing Cloud Ferry.

At the ferry, cloud Qi ebbed and flowed, often used as a temporary passage by White Cloud Village, Setting Sun Association, and Floating Life Association.

Tan Zhu’s expression was emotionless as he sat down cross-legged, closing his eyes to meditate.

Threads of purple-black Qi emanated from his body, blending with the wind, merging into the flow of clouds, and spreading downward.

Soon, Flowing Cloud Ferry descended into chaos.

The cloud layers at the ferry turned a pale purple, with the poison mist growing increasingly dense.

This ferry was managed by White Cloud Village, and immediately stationed cultivators reported the emergency. White Cloud Village dispatched a Nascent Soul Cultivator to resolve the issue.

Despite several efforts, they couldn’t move the clouds, the wind failed to blow them away, and the rain couldn’t cleanse them.

The purple-black poisonous cloud hung suspended mid-air, blocking the Cloud Path, and any flying boats, Cloud Beasts, or tunneling light that approached had their spirit light corroded by the poison gas.

The source of the calamity was quickly found.

The Nascent Soul Cultivator immediately dispatched an envoy to hold Tan Zhu accountable.

Tan Zhu had a notorious reputation, and the Golden Core Envoy mustered his courage, questioning him face-to-face.

Without expression, Tan Zhu directly admitted and apologized on the spot, indicating his willingness to bear all losses.

The Golden Core Envoy’s courage surged a little more, further demanding Tan Zhu to resolve the current situation.

Yet Tan Zhu shook his head, his tone quite calm, informing the other party that he had no solution: "The cultivation technique I practice has deep consequences, and I myself suffer greatly from it. To be frank, my lifespan is nearing its end, with little time left."

"These are not empty words. I’ve heard that the Myriad Images Sect possesses the True Words Bell, the sect’s Spiritual Treasure, which can detect lies and verify truth."

"The fact that I am approaching my life’s end can be verified under the True Words Bell!"

The Golden Core Envoy listened to these words, stunned for two breaths, instinctively glaring at Tan Zhu, his eyes full of incredulity and bewilderment.

After recovering, the envoy immediately reported back at high speed.

The Nascent Soul Cultivator from White Cloud Village, hearing this news, went numb directly.

A Nascent Soul Cultivator from the Demon Path on the brink of death!

Who would dare to provoke that?

Especially since Tan Zhu was famously solitary, childless, with no ties or restraints.

"Why would this person want to join Nanming Village?"

"Regardless, his actions this time are clearly intended to trouble us, to seek revenge against us."

"If I go myself, I’m bound to get a cold shoulder."

The Nascent Soul Cultivator who came to support from White Cloud Village felt secretly shocked, having no choice but to seek aid from within the village while arranging for urgent dispatches.

In just two hours, three Cloud Roads were forced to detour, with losses soaring.

You Yunshou hurriedly rushed to the place.

His hair and beard were all white, his sleeves wide, standing above the ferry, raising both his hands, surrounding himself with spreading cloud light, like myriad acres of snowy cotton lifted by an unseen force.

Talismanic magic—White Clouds Grey Dogs!

Twelve cloud seals flew out from his sleeve, the seals pure white, forming the shape of a giant dog in mid-air.

The massive Cloud Dog howled upwards, its sound long and far-reaching, shaking the surrounding cloud mountains into rustling noises.

Subsequently, the giant dog pounced into the purple-black poison cloud, snapping with its mouth, claws flipping, genuinely tearing away large swaths of poison cloud, devouring large portions.

The ferry’s cultivators witnessed this and immediately erupted in cheers.

"Great job, Master You Yunshou!"

"No matter how strange the poisonous cloud is, in the end, it’s still a cloud. All clouds under heaven must come under the jurisdiction of our White Cloud Village!"

But the cheers had just begun when they were pressed back into their throats seemingly by an invisible hand.

The poison cloud, torn apart by the Cloud Dog, did not dissipate; instead, like a wounded living creature, it had a reactive response. Purple-black smoke threads seeped into the Cloud Dog’s mouth, nose, paws, and belly.

The pristine Cloud Dog was instantly stained with purple spots, with its limbs stiffening first, followed by strange sizzling sounds emanating from its body.

Bang!

The Cloud Dog exploded, turning into a poisonous purple rain.

The raindrops fell onto the ferry’s formation, burning into circles of dark ripples.

Several White Cloud Village disciples, unable to dodge in time, had rain touch their clothes, which immediately corroded, while their protective spiritual light was bitten open by poison, frightening them into rapid retreat.

You Yunshou’s face slightly paled, his chest tightening, as his own talismanic magic backfired on him, a metallic taste rising in his throat.

Then Lady Cai Yun arrived.

Clad in a plain white long dress, with a white jade hairpin tucked by her temples.

She arrived at the ferry, unleashing her lifebound magical treasure, the Cloud Cutting Scissors.

Snap!

The first cut fell, and the cloud layer split open like silk, forming a white scar several hundred zhang long.

Snap!

The second cut followed, the white scars interwoven, forming a large cross.

Snap, snap...

The Cloud Cutting Scissors kept opening and closing, distributing white scars on the purple-black poison cloud, slicing it into pieces.

Lady Cai Yun’s intent was clear, to cut the poisoned cloud layer away from the ferry’s cloud vein—so long as the connection between the poisonous cloud and the ferry’s cloud root was severed, it could be cast into the outer currents.

The cultivators of White Cloud Village held their breath again, birthing new hope.

However, as the cloud scissors delved deeper into the poison cloud, an abrupt mutation occurred.

Purple-black smoke seeped deeper along the slit clouds. The more she cut, the faster the poison smoke infiltrated. Originally polluting just a portion of the ferry, it now spread along the scissors’ scars, staining all of the ferry’s cloud vein cuts with a black-purple hue.

Madam Zhe Yun’s heart turned cold, immediately retracting the scissors.

It was already too late.

When the Cloud Cutting Scissors flew back, the blades were crawling with poison spots, its spirit light dimming.

She reached out to catch it, a wisp of black smoke rose from her palm immediately, causing a twitch at her brow.

Onlookers were speechless.

"What on earth is this?"

"Even Lady Cai Yun’s lifebound magical treasure failed!"

You Yunshou’s brows furrowed into a knot, having previously acted himself, now observing the whole process, he discerned the truth.

"This isn’t simply a poison technique, nor ordinary smoke technique."