Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master

Chapter 238: Chapter 224: Heart in Turmoil (Requesting Monthly Ticket)

“You all spoke of Soul Entering Immortal Palace day in and day out, ostracizing me, forcing me to take the Physical Entry route.”

“But then again, thanks to all of you, especially Ning Zhuo. Haha, you opened up a whole new world for me.”

“Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, never underestimate a maiden’s potential!”

“When I achieve success someday, standing before you, looking down upon you, I eagerly anticipate the shock on your faces!”

Ning Xiaohui grew more excited as she thought about it, feeling that her future days were beautiful and full of hope.

Especially since not long ago, she had received a direct order from Zhu Xuanji—telling her to spare no effort in securing a position related to the Historical Records Pavilion.

Ning Xiaohui gladly accepted the order!

“As long as I complete this task well, I will gain the favor of the Golden Pill Ancestor and catch the eyes of the Golden Pill Ancestors.”

However, at that moment, including Zhu Xuanji, the eyes of the Golden Pill Ancestors were all focused on Ning Zhuo.

Ning Zhuo’s earlier suspicions proved correct.

Before Zhu Xuanji left, he had secretly arranged methods to monitor Ning Zhuo’s body and residence.

After Zhu Xuanji discussed it with the three families’ Golden Pill Ancestors, the Golden Core Cultivators of the three families also secretly moved, gradually concealing themselves around Ning Zhuo.

One by one, they implemented methods to observe Ning Zhuo himself and his surroundings closely.

They were hunters, lying in wait, concealing themselves around Ning Zhuo, patiently waiting for the City Lord’s Mansion to make a mistake.

Ning Zhuo’s residence.

Under the silent gaze of the six Golden Pill Ancestors, Ning Zhuo took out elixir pills and swallowed them, healing his injuries.

After finishing his treatment, he looked around.

In front of the Golden Pill Ancestors, he performed various detection spells, used magic artifacts for detection, and manipulated arrays for inspection.

As a result, he found nothing suspicious.

Ning Zhuo was only in the Qi Refinement Realm, and although the magic artifacts he used were of high quality and the arrays were at the Foundation Establishment stage, he could not detect any trace of the Golden Pill Ancestors.

This behavior of Ning Zhuo, in the eyes of the Golden Pill Ancestors, was somewhat amusing and made them chuckle.

Ning Zhuo then summoned the guards outside the house.

These men were former stewards of the Ning Family, possessing Foundation Establishment level cultivation.

Ning Zhuo instructed them to guard the surroundings strictly and asked if there were any suspicious individuals around.

The guards all replied: there was nothing suspicious, no suspicious individuals.

Ning Zhuo was alone in the underground cultivation room.

He sighed, taking out the literary classics about mechanical techniques for a closer look, frowning as he read.

After reading for just a short while, he could no longer continue. He placed the classics aside and moved to the workbench, starting to tinker with various mechanical parts.

After fiddling for a while, Ning Zhuo sighed deeply again, pushing all the mechanical parts on the table aside.

Many parts fell to the ground.

Ning Zhuo reached up, grabbing his hair, and repeatedly banged his forehead on the table, letting out painful cries of “aaah.”

“The little guy’s heart is in chaos.”

Watching this scene, the six Golden Pill Ancestors all felt that Ning Zhuo was restless and impatient; he couldn’t focus on reading or studying mechanical techniques. The pressure on him was enormous!

Ning Zhuo’s broad forehead turned bright red from the banging, then he released his fingers and collapsed weakly on the table, eyes closed, like he was dead.

He maintained this position for a long time, then suddenly, he opened his eyes and sat up abruptly.

He grabbed his hair again and let out another anguished scream.

This time, however, he didn’t scream for long before he stood up, pacing back and forth in the underground chamber with his hands behind his back.

His brow furrowed, his face serious.

He walked back and forth, occasionally stopping to sigh to the heavens, sometimes screaming in pain as if venting. At times, his eyes turned red as he walked to a corner, pressed his head against the wall, and forcefully pushed against it without using any mana.

The Golden Pill Ancestors watched in silence, some also frowning slightly.