Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master

Several divine skills quietly faded from Zhu Xuanji’s body as he shook the numbness from his fists, “I am Zhu Xuanji, a member of the Southern Bean Country Royal Family.”

Xiang Yue contemplated, “Southern Bean Divine Hunter?”

He clenched his fists, “Let’s go again!”

Xiang Yue’s muscles bulged as he applied martial arts, his fists burning with blood flames, and swung them again.

Zhu Xuanji remained fearless, divine skills erupting, a moment of golden light enveloped him, jade energy spread, amidst the gold energy faintly appearing mountain forests, each tree being Golden Branches and Jade Leaves, elegant and noble.

Bang.

The two clashed fiercely again, both retreating, equally matched.

Xiang Yue’s expression turned serious, all because Zhu Xuanji opposed him using only physical body, divine skills, etc., without employing any magic treasures or national artifacts.

“Although I haven’t given my all, that was almost my full power.”

“The key is twice in succession, Zhu Xuanji and I both retreated a step. What does that imply?”

“It implies he also hasn’t given it his all; he just gauges my power and applies the same amount of power!”

With that thought, Xiang Yue softly called out, “Good.”

He dispersed his fists, arms naturally hanging down, swiftly acknowledging Zhu Xuanji, “Was my meeting Red Maple arranged by the Southern Bean Country?”

Zhu Xuanji: “Elephant King, all of this is mere coincidence, and my Southern Bean Country merely nudged along, playing a casual move.”

Xiang Yue’s heart sank, Zhu Xuanji’s candid admission forced him to reevaluate his lovesick dreams.

“Red Maple…” Xiang Yue, being a sentimental type, especially since Red Maple bore his child.

The Pale Barbaric Elephant group struggles with reproduction, Xiang Yue sought the Elephant Vein Fertility Pill multiple times for the sake of tribal propagation.

Moreover, the world adhered to a rule: the higher the cultivation level of existence, the harder it is to propagate bloodline offspring.