Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master

They were different rhythms, different tempos of growth extension sounds; he even heard each note.

”The Green Wind Spring Rain Score uses music to awaken the innate life force of trees, granting power and accelerating their growth.”

By the third round.

Blood had pooled into a small puddle beneath Ning Zhuo.

The excruciating pain from his hair roots had numbed somewhat. Many strands of hair were directly torn off by the hemp rope.

Ning Zhuo’s eyes were shrouded in darkness, and his upper body swayed uncontrollably.

As he listened, all the sounds were mixed together, like torrential rain, frog croaks, thunder beating like drums, chaotic and dizzying.

”Biting off more than one can chew!”

”I wanted to achieve it all at once, but unfortunately, my learning ability falls short.”

Life Hanging Thread!

Luoshu Book Pages!

In his daze, Ning Zhuo, on the outer fringe of the crowd, secretly steeled himself, activated Divine Skills, and brushed against the power of Taoist Artifacts.

Under the influence of the Luoshu Book Pages, Ning Zhuo suddenly became extremely organized. The sounds he heard were immediately categorized, sorted, and sized, no longer chaotic.

Moreover, the sounds of various growth extensions combined in a manner close to nature, flowing freely, performing harmoniously by Ning Zhuo’s ears.

In that instant, Ning Zhuo was somewhat enchanted.

He heard a rhythm of life, flowing, gushing.

From this, he perceived the core essence of the Green Wind Spring Rain Score.

Mastered in three rounds!

Ning Zhuo put away the hemp rope and wooden cone, healed himself, and quietly left the scene.

According to the pattern, the Lonely Tears Pine performs the same score at least twenty times.

Though some noticed the movement, they glanced at Ning Zhuo, seeing his pale face, with traces of blood, disheveled hair, looking somewhat battered, assumed he was defeated and discouraged, thus paying no further attention.

The Lonely Tears Pine was originally a Demon Cultivator, and to heal a Dao companion, also a lifelong confidant, exerted every effort, ultimately failing against the heavens, helplessly watching the confidant’s annihilation during the tribulation.

Both body and mind of the Lonely Tears Pine suffered severe trauma, and its Daoism was nearly shattered, ultimately reverting to its original form—a parasol tree, endlessly performing various scores in the ruins left by the tribulation.

This was a rather special participant in the Myriad Images Sect’s Xingyun Trial.

If a cultivator can respond to the Lonely Tears Pine with high-quality music, they might obtain its amber tears as a reward.

”I won’t get involved in this!” Ning Zhuo had already mastered it but still chose to keep a low profile, not wanting to stand out casually.

He rejoiced in his heart, ”Among all the scores, this Green Wind Spring Rain Score suits Bamboo Puppets best.”

”Although I’ve mastered it, I still need to practice this score.”

”In the future, perhaps I can control a Bamboo Puppet squad through the Green Wind Spring Rain Score.”

Thinking of this, Ning Zhuo couldn’t help but sigh again: This Feiyun Conference and Xingyun Trial are really great; you can learn all sorts of things freely, with few restrictions.

”I won’t join in the excitement here!” Having learned what he needed, Ning Zhuo still preferred to keep a low profile.

”There’s a mechanism trial here, should I give it a try?” Ning Zhuo thought with interest upon discovering a group of cultivators gathered discussing the Xingyun Trial as he flew over a mountain peak.

He decided on the spot to try it out.

He had recently acquired the Hanging Thread, wooden cone, as well as the Ideograph Brush, Bitter Ink, and Luoshu Book Pages— a collection of methods he had learned, fueling his eagerness to learn new things.

Ning Zhuo then descended from the cloud to the mountainside to compete with the other cultivators.

The stone door on the mountainside opened, revealing a burly man with wide shoulders and a broad waist, along with a huge bush of black whiskers encircling his face.

The burly, whiskered man grinned, exposing a white row of teeth: ”I am Che Zhuzi. I guarantee that if you pass this, you can take a Magic Treasure or an equivalent treasure!”

”In that case, I’ll go first!” said one of the cultivators who had asked earlier, stepping forward assertively.

Once they realized, the other cultivators scrambled to be first in line.

Ning Zhuo observed from the outside and thought to himself, ”The decoy for this trial is quite shoddy.”