Chapter 137: Yan Ming 153! The Return of the Wolf Tooth Club!
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Upon hearing this, the two women were utterly speechless: "..."
You're way too twisted...
Beating others up like that?
"Ahem, well, that's how things stand. You two continue playing, and when I’ve turned them into puppets, I’ll come find you," Qian Mo said with a dry cough.
He knew he was great, so he kept a low profile—very low profile.
After storing away Huang Tianye’s corpse, he headed toward the main hall of the Reincarnation Palace. The two women, still speechless, continued playing with Ling’er.
Nearby, there were rows of houses for the Reincarnation Palace members. Qian Mo entered one and closed the door behind him.
He took out the corpses of over a hundred people from his spatial ring.
The scene was somewhat eerie—a pile of corpses before his eyes.
Qian Mo counted: excluding Huang Tianye, there were exactly one hundred and fifty corpses.
Looking at them, he pondered what kind of formation to arrange.
“Forget it, let’s just start refining them. We’ll deal with the formation later,” he said, propping his chin with one hand.
Next, Qian Mo summoned a massive cauldron—what exact kind, he didn’t know, but it was for refining.
With a wave of his hand, all one hundred and fifty corpses floated into the air. In his palm appeared the Primordial White Flame, enveloping his entire hand.
The flames wrapped around all the corpses as Qian Mo inscribed his soul marks on each before beginning the refining process.
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After a quarter of an hour, all one hundred and fifty corpses were completely refined.
“Master!”
“Master!”
“Master!”
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A chorus of voices echoed.
Qian Mo plopped down heavily. “Ah, I’m exhausted! Refining so many at once really wore me out…”
The room was large, with fifteen neat rows of ten individuals standing in formation.
Qian Mo looked them over with satisfaction. Then, glancing at Huang Tianye’s body lying on the ground, he scratched his head.
“Let’s rest a bit before refining him. I’m dead tired.”
He seemed to command them to stand by, then entered a small room where he set up a bed. With a thud, he collapsed onto it.
“Ah, this feels great! So familiar,” Qian Mo sighed, lying on the soft bed and reminiscing about his past life.
“If I get the chance, I want to return to Blue Star… Ah, I wonder when that will be.” He nestled into the pillow.
After a long day of stealing and refining, the rest was well deserved.
Unconsciously, his eyes closed, and he fell asleep.
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Time passed slowly as a full day elapsed in the Reincarnation Realm.
Qian Mo awoke from his slumber, eyes moist with lingering tears.
He was so tired he had slept an entire day, but fortunately, a day in the Reincarnation Realm was only minutes outside—no major changes had occurred, and the auction at the Celestial Pavilion had advanced a step.
Supporting himself with his hands, he muttered, “Unconsciously, I’ve already slept.”
“Ah~ this feels so good! Time to get back to work.” Stretching, he got out of bed and headed toward the puppets.
The puppets had stood motionless all this time.
Qian Mo observed them with a slight nod. Puppets don’t tire or feel anything.
Others’ puppets would degrade over time, but his puppets did not—they retained their peak strength and had no sensations, a major advantage.
The lowest rank among these puppets was seven-star Dou Saint; anything lower wasn’t worth his attention.
Ten puppets formed one formation, its power formidable. Fifteen such formations perfectly suited to serve as a security system in the Yama Prison would be impressive indeed.
He produced fifteen formation manuals—perfect for the current Dou Qi Continent.
“The No.1 Nine Suns Annihilation Formation,” “No.2 Nine-Colored Reincarnation Formation,” “No.3 One Sun Awakening Heaven Formation,” “No.4 Reincarnation Holy Formation,” “No.5 Eight Desolations Earth Annihilation Formation,” “No.6 Misty Meteor Slaughter Formation,” “No.7 Blood Spirit Devour Heaven Formation,” “No.8 Blood Transformation Demon Formation,” “No.9 Emperor Annihilation Formation,” “No.10 Luo Tian Meteor Formation”...
Each of the fifteen groups received one formation.
They quickly mastered them all. Qian Mo nodded with satisfaction.
Suddenly, fifteen beads appeared in his hand, numbered one to fifteen. He stored each group into a separate bead.
These were puppet beads—special containers for puppets. Not only could they store puppets, but they could also imbue them with a certain level of intelligence and a complete human skin covering.
He placed the beads back into his spatial ring, then looked at Huang Tianye. Stroking his chin, Qian Mo planned to make Huang Tianye the warden of Yama Prison, granting him all the wisdom needed to serve him loyally—no chance of betrayal. That would make life much easier, allowing him to be a hands-off manager who earns money while lying down.
With that idea in mind, he began the process.
Examining Huang Tianye’s body, Qian Mo decided to fuse ice and fire attributes.
The Primordial White Flame and Primordial Armor Water appeared in his hands.
He floated Huang Tianye’s corpse in midair and activated a Taiji symbol in front of him—ice swirling above, fire below, blue and red intertwining. Two powerful energies infiltrated the body simultaneously.
Qian Mo began refining, attempting to merge ice and fire within the corpse to unleash tremendous power.
Fusing them in his own body was easier, but in another’s, it was more difficult.
Still, he pressed on, confident he could succeed!
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A quarter of an hour passed.
Huang Tianye’s body shimmered with red and blue light.
“Phew, I’m exhausted, but it’s finally done.” Qian Mo retracted his hands, having successfully fused the two attributes into Huang Tianye’s body. From now on, his body could harness both ice and fire energy.
“Alright, begin the refining.” Qian Mo whispered, using ice and fire to refine the corpse.
After another quarter hour, a new body appeared before Qian Mo.
Though lifeless, it now exhibited signs of a new kind of life. Qian Mo engraved his soul mark on it.
Huang Tianye’s eyes slowly opened—no longer looking like a puppet at all.
“Master!” Huang Tianye bowed respectfully.
“Good. Now change your name,” Qian Mo said.
“Please grant me a name, Master,” Huang Tianye replied.
“Yanmíng. From now on, you shall be Yanmíng—the Warden of Yama Prison. Yanmíng!” Qian Mo’s expression turned grave.
“Thank you, Master Yanmíng!”
“Very well. When you go out, wear this mask. Apart from the Reincarnation Palace members, no one should see your face, no one should know you are mine.”
Qian Mo handed Yanmíng an ice-fire mask, then gave him a disguise pill that could alter his appearance.
“Swallow this pill; it will change your face. From then on, your identity will be a mystery to the continent.”
“Yes, Master.” Yanmíng took the pill and swallowed. In an instant, his appearance changed.
Qian Mo nodded approvingly and helped him put on the mask.
Immediately, a mysterious and awe-inspiring aura radiated from him.
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“Good, very good!”
“You are now a nine-star peak Dou Saint. This is Imperial Yuan; absorb it to break through to Dou Emperor!” Qian Mo handed Yanmíng a fresh orb of Imperial Yuan.
“This is the Reincarnation Palace’s Holy Scripture. Slowly comprehend its secrets,” Qian Mo said, emitting a beam of light that entered Yanmíng’s forehead.
Yanmíng beamed, “Thank you, Master!”
“Since you are a member of the Reincarnation Palace, let me introduce you to our people.”
“Follow me.”
“Understood!”
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Qian Mo brought Yanmíng to a valley rich with spiritual energy.
“You will refine Imperial Yuan here to break through to Dou Emperor. Meanwhile, I’ll introduce you to everyone.”
“Yes, Master.”
Yanmíng sat cross-legged and began refining the Imperial Yuan.
Soon, the orb was absorbed and refined within him. The ice and fire energies swirled around his body, tempering both flesh and Imperial Yuan.
Suddenly, a tremor in the Reincarnation Realm drew everyone’s attention.
“Palace Lord!”
“Husband!”
“Father!”
Three distinct voices came from behind Qian Mo.
“What’s this? A new member? Breaking through to Dou Emperor?” Jin Zhentian recognized the situation immediately—it mirrored his own breakthrough.
Everyone was shocked; they hadn’t expected another Dou Emperor to arrive so soon.
“Yes,” Qian Mo nodded, then turned and picked up the little one resting on Ling Xuan’s shoulder.
“Come, daddy will give you a kiss.” Qian Mo kissed the child’s face.
The child kissed Qian Mo back.
“This is Yanmíng—the warden of Yama Prison and another force outside of Reincarnation Town. Yama Prison will be renowned across the continent, not only powerful but also mysterious!” Qian Mo said, looking at Yanmíng.
“Just hearing the name feels formidable.”
Everyone nodded in agreement.
At that moment, Yanmíng’s aura soared, breaking through the Dou Emperor barrier in one go.
“Indeed, breaking through with Imperial Yuan is much simpler and faster,” Qian Mo observed.
Turning to them, he said, “Those of you who haven’t reached Dou Emperor—hurry up. The lowest standard in the Reincarnation Palace is Dou Emperor!”
“Yes, Palace Lord!”
Everyone shouted in unison. The Dou Emperor’s presence amazed them, fueling their desire to breakthrough as soon as possible.
“When you reach nine-star peak Dou Saint, come to me to receive Imperial Yuan for your breakthrough,” Qian Mo added.
“We understand!”
“Ha!”
“Awesome!”
Yanmíng’s voice echoed.
“Such a strong aura! Old Jin, Old Kun, this is far more powerful than yours,” Yun Shan remarked.
“Yes, it really is stronger,” Jin Zhentian and Xu Kun admitted with a hint of envy.
“Comparing yourself to others is maddening.”
“Haha!”
Everyone laughed.
A powerful aura spread out, and Yanmíng bowed to the group. “I am Yanmíng; it’s an honor to meet you all!”
“Haha, I’m Jin Zhentian. Just call me Old Jin.”
“I’m Xu Kun. You can call me Old Kun.”
“I am…”
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The introductions continued.
“Ah, Yanmíng, now that you’re a Dou Emperor, why not give yourself an imperial title?” Qian Mo suggested.
“I’m foolish, Master. Please grant me a title!” Yanmíng replied humbly.
“Alright, let me think. Your body carries both ice and fire attributes, and you’re the Warden of Yama Prison.” Qian Mo’s eyes lit up.
“How about Purple Yama Prison Emperor? Ice and fire merge into purple.”
“What do you think of Purple Yama Prison Emperor?”
His voice was calm.
Everyone’s eyes brightened—so imposing, mysterious, and grand. A fitting title!
In the future, when others reach Dou Emperor, they’d want Qian Mo to grant them titles as well.
Yanmíng murmured quietly, “Purple Yama Prison Emperor, Purple Yama… Prison Emperor…” His eyes gleamed.
“Thank you, Master, I’m very fond of it!”
“Master, I am also a Dou Emperor but have no title yet. Could you grant one to me as well?” Xu Kun suddenly asked.
“Right, Old Kun, you don’t have a title,” Jin Zhentian reminded him.
“Fine, I’ll give you one. How about Progenitor Dragon Emperor?” Qian Mo proposed.
“Progenitor Dragon Emperor is great, Old Kun,” Jin Zhentian agreed.
“Okay, then I am Progenitor Dragon Emperor! Haha!” Xu Kun laughed heartily.
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The happy moment ended. Qian Mo broke through the void to collect the incoming Imperial Yuan, then said to Yanmíng,
“Yanmíng, familiarize yourself here for now. Once I find a place, I’ll summon you. Meanwhile, practice your cultivation.”
“Yes, Master.”
Everyone else dispersed, returning to their respective places.
Qian Mo turned to Ling Xuan and Yun Yi.
“Ladies, I’ll take you out for a walk. The Celestial Pavilion auction is about to begin.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“I haven’t been out in a while. It’s a good chance to see the sights.”
“But you must wear veils, or you might attract unwanted attention.”
“Alright.” Both women obediently donned their veils.
With a wave of his hand, they vanished from the realm.
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“Damn it, why aren’t they coming out yet? Are they trying to kill me by waiting?” Outside, Ling Ba Tian shouted angrily, wanting to give Qian Mo a beating.
“Let’s go to the Celestial Pavilion auction first. We’ll deal with him later!” Ling Tian Ba turned and started to leave.
“Sect Leader, the Royal Lord… they’re coming out!” Ling Sheng’s trembling voice spoke up, swallowing nervously. He saw four figures: two women, a child, and Qian Mo.
Qian Mo held Yun Yi and Ling Xuan, while the child rode on Qian Mo’s neck.
“Where?” Ling Tian Ba grew impatient. They had finally appeared, but seeing Qian Mo holding his own daughter and another person, he exploded with rage:
“Bastard! You already have my daughter and still want to flirt? I’ll kill you!”
Furious, Ling Tian Ba sealed the surrounding space and donned a mask alongside another person.
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Qian Mo took a few steps and sensed something amiss. Looking up, a smile tugged at his lips.
Ling Tian Ba charged at him, shouting, “You bastard brat, give me your life!”
“Spirit Emperor Seal!”
Ling Tian Ba unleashed one of his strongest finishing moves, attacking Qian Mo mercilessly.
The two women remained calm. Ling Xuan, not recognizing her own father’s technique, thought he was just a fool courting death.
“Daddy, there’s a bad guy scaring the baby,” the child whimpered.
“Daddy will handle it,” Qian Mo smiled, watching the rapidly approaching palm strike, a strange smile curling on his lips.
“Damn, the Sect Leader is really angry now. Since he used one of his finishing moves, what if he hits the princess and the royal daughter?” Ling Sheng grew anxious, breaking out in cold sweat.
Both men wore masks—one black, one white—concealing their identities.
But Qian Mo’s sharp eyes saw through the ruse.
He recognized the familiar face of the one he had beaten before, but who was this now? The aged, wrinkled visage—could it be Ling Xuan’s father? Time to be a bit gentler then.
Qian Mo released Ling Xuan and Yun Yi, handing the child back to them, and summoned his wolf-tooth club. No matter who they were, since they hid their faces and no one knew them, he would have to kill them.
“Provoking me? You scared my daughter; you deserve death!” Qian Mo’s tone was calm but laced with fierce rage.
“Hmph, brat, how arrogant!” Ling Tian Ba was shocked, snorted coldly, and intensified his attack. Now that his daughters had left, he’d teach this brat a lesson.
“Take this!” Qian Mo’s figure flickered at an incomprehensible speed, swinging the wolf-tooth club without mercy.
Bang—
The club shattered Ling Tian Ba’s Spirit Emperor Seal. He gasped in shock. What?!
Thud—
Qian Mo struck his stomach fiercely.
“Ah!”
Ling Tian Ba spat a mouthful of old blood, flying backward and collapsing.
Bang—!
“Damn it! Beastly brat! So strong! Are you trying to kill me?!”
“Sect Leader!” Ling Sheng was also shocked, sweating profusely. He shouted.
Before he could intervene, Qian Mo appeared before him.
“You’re on the same side, huh? Then take this slipper!” Qian Mo retracted his club and held a slipper, slapping Ling Sheng.
“No, no…!” Ling Sheng hastily tried to block, but wasn’t fast enough and was sent flying.
Bang!—
“Ah!”
Ling Sheng hurtled backward, crashing toward Ling Tian Ba.
Thud—!
They collided with a miserable scream.
Qian Mo looked at the slipper in his hand, marveling, “I didn’t expect my shoe to be so powerful.” He slipped it back on.
Below, Ling Tian Ba gritted his teeth through the pain, sweating cold sweat, his heart filled with fear. This brat was a freak—one strike broke his Spirit Emperor Seal, far more terrifying than that Tianyu Han, who couldn’t even beat him. Now he finally understood how Ling Sheng felt crushed and helpless.
Qian Mo slowly turned his body, eyes gleaming with mockery.
“Speak. Who are you? Who sent you? I’m in a good mood today, so I’ll give you a chance.”
Seeing Ling Tian Ba and the other silent, Qian Mo chuckled inwardly. Father-in-law, father-in-law, how’s that? Fun, huh? Heh, I can play with you slowly until you’re utterly terrified.
“Infinite Suppression!” Qian Mo said, watching them huddle together.
Suddenly, an unprecedented pressure bore down on the two, forcing them to collapse to the ground.
“Ah!”
Sweating profusely and pale, they were overwhelmed.
“What level of power is this? I’m a nine-star Dou Saint!” Ling Tian Ba screamed inwardly. This brat was a freak. No more playing; continuing would be fatal!
Could he be the legendary Dou Emperor?
So easily suppressing him like this—he had never been so humiliated.
“Sect Leader, let’s stop. The Royal Lord is terrifying. If we keep going, we’re dead!” Ling Sheng whispered. He had tasted being crushed once again that day.
Damn, he wanted to speak but couldn’t!
He was going mad! What kind of freak was this son-in-law? Such immense power, yet no one on West Continent or the mainland had heard his name!
Their voice transmission didn’t escape Qian Mo’s magical ears. Smiling faintly, he approached them, wolf-tooth club in hand.
Fear surged in the two—especially Ling Tian Ba, who felt dread and chill.
That strike had been painfully unforgettable—one he would never forget his entire life!
Now, seeing the club again, they swallowed nervously, sweating so much their clothes were soaked.
They wanted to speak but couldn’t!
Qian Mo stopped before them, smiling faintly, though to Ling Tian Ba and the others it looked like a devilish grin.
“Remember, I’m a bandit. I’m taking your spatial rings as compensation for your sneak attack.”
With a gesture, he pulled their rings away.
“No, no! Don’t! That’s my treasure! You can’t do this!”
Wails echoed.
Qian Mo swept aside their defenses. “Oh, you’ve got a lot of treasures. I’ll take care of them for you.” He transferred the contents into his own spatial ring. The two watched helplessly as tears streamed down their faces.
Beast! Scoundrel!
They screamed inwardly.
“Alright, I’m not too cruel. The rest inside are yours. Today I got a lot of treasures, so I’m in a good mood—I won’t kill you. You can’t beat me anyway. I know you were ordered or set up. Tell your boss you’re too weak to fight; ask him to come himself. Then I’ll refine him into a puppet for my daughter to play with!”
Qian Mo tossed the two spatial rings back and walked off, holding Ling Xuan and Yun Yi, smiling blissfully.
Ling Xuan glanced back, feeling something familiar but couldn’t place it, so she ignored it.
Hmph, play with me, and I’ll play you to death!
Qian Mo sneered inwardly. As he left, the Infinite Suppression vanished.
“Gone?!”
“Quick, leave! I don’t want to stay here. That brat’s a beast!” Ling Tian Ba was happy at first but soon felt anything but.
“Sect Leader, what about the Celestial Pavilion auction?” Ling Sheng asked.
“What auction? I’m nearly dead! I’m heading back to the sect. It’s too dangerous out here!”
“Me too, me too! Sect Leader, wait for me!”
They downed a moment’s healing elixir, badly beaten by Qian Mo.
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