I Am Your Natural Enemy

At that time, he could only control two puppets, and they were extremely poor-quality ones, barely over a foot tall, with a control range of only a few hundred meters, and he even had to use his own eyes to see the puppets to control them well.

Someone had tracked down his true body, and terrified, he decided to follow the boss. After that, everything went smoothly all the way to the present.

The boss never told him what his ability was, but he guessed it might be an extremely precise prophecy.

If prophecy could be that accurate, he quietly suspected that the boss’s ability had already leveled up many times.

Later, his own power started to improve. Once he had money, he could get better puppets, and then the boss even found him a way to control people as puppets.

It was a peculiar contract, which could be called a pact.

Originally, there was only one. After it was signed, he could control one person, but the boss handed this pact to a company.

He also signed all the people who might need to be controlled at critical moments into this company.

When these people signed with the company, certain things would be specified in their contracts. They would be required to read every word carefully, fully comprehend it, and then sign to confirm.

Of course, strictly speaking, some of the contents of such contracts were invalid, like voluntarily waiving social security and pension—illegal contracts.

But he didn’t need to enforce them; all he needed was a confirmation, equivalent to an access authorization, so he could directly control people when needed.

The Doll Master was safe, and on the other side, Little Mustache had already boarded a car and arrived in Guanzhong County.

But this time, he did not go to the Terracotta Army.

He had planned to check around here to see if he could find what he needed, or to see if there was any chance to go to Mount Li.

He sensed that the power of Mount Li was growing stronger, and after entering the second phase, the acceleration was so fast it changed by the day.

He felt that if he didn’t go soon, he might never get the chance again.

Unfortunately, after looking around the Terracotta Army, he didn’t find anything special. Right after finishing his visit, he got news—the Doll Master had run into trouble.

He had been there last time already; this time, he didn’t want to go again.

Seeing that things had unfolded differently, Little Mustache thought of Wen Yan again.

He checked once more—Section Chief Li from Central Plains Scorching Sun Department was still fine.

Then he opened the photo album from his bag. Each picture looked like a screenshot from a digital map.

Every picture showed a map zoomed in a bit from the previous one; he flipped through to the second page and saw a marked location on a simple map in one of the photos.

He recognized the spot immediately—it was Nanwu County, an area specializing in doll production.

The Doll Master had a puppet in that area.

In the next photo, Wen Yan’s back appeared. Someone stood beside Wen Yan, pointing at a pair of eyes in a glass cabinet, with a face filled with undisguised pride, as if proudly introducing the items.

Little Mustache had been feeling cautious, but seeing those eyes, he let out a breath of relief.

He knew Wen Yan had just brought home a little zombie girl without eyes; this was clearly for her.

That guy really hadn’t changed at all.

Just as Little Mustache was about to casually look at the next pictures—

The photos following, including the one with Wen Yan’s back, all started to change.

That photo turned black, and so did the next few.

But in the next moment, the several pitch black photos all suddenly glowed as if ignited.

Blinding lightning surged out from the photos.

In the blink of an eye, it became a river of thunder and light, drowning Little Mustache completely.

His eyes were instantly blinded by hundreds of thousands of lumens, then lightning struck his body, massive currents swept through him, and within an instant, every cell in his body lost all vitality.

He died.

He was directly cooked by the overwhelming thunder that burst from several photos.

On the other side, at Cloud Sea Cliff, the Old Celestial Master gripped his magic sword and summoned streaks of lightning, pouring down into the Cloud Sea like falling rain.

Having entered the ritual stage, Unity of Heaven and Man, his spiritual perception soared, and he sensed that some evil force was plotting against the Heavenly Master Mansion Disciples.

There’s a complete difference between a Taoist doing a ritual and one not doing it—even for the Old Celestial Master.

If not for the ritual, he might not have detected the subtle surveillance, but now he let out a cold snort.

”Evil and demonic scum, how dare you spy!”

With a low cry, he casually drew lightning down the path indicated by his spiritual sense, striking directly.

With that one blow, the world was at peace again.

But in the next moment, while conducting the ritual, the Old Celestial Master’s expression subtly changed.

Unity of Heaven and Man, spiritual perception soaring—at this moment, he could clearly sense that the unyielding river ahead showed signs of reversing.

He immediately stomped his foot; his coiled hair unraveled on its own, his figure seemed about to ascend, hair and robe dancing wildly upward.

”Zhang Celestial Master, the 64th generation of the Celestial Master Mansion, beseeches the Ancestor’s guidance. My cultivation is complete, I wish to ascend at once.”

The Old Celestial Master was the strongest of his time; even before the Spiritual Qi Resurgence, his realm had already reached perfection.

If he wished to ascend, with his status, his experience, his power, he needed no living person’s consent.