Chapter 372: The Mud Figure Molding Competition

Chapter 372: The Mud Figure Molding Competition

"Father!"

The moment Elder Qingxin's spiritual body was extracted from the Living Pellet and then condensed into form, glistening, scalding tears welled up in Qing Ning's eyes. She threw herself into her elderly father's arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

Elder Qingxin stroked his beloved daughter's head and muttered strangely, "Ninger, what is going on here?"

"Shouldn't we have already died in battle? Why are we able to appear in the Yaochi Sacred Land again?"

He looked at the Peak Master of Thunder Prison Peak and the Peak Master of Hongya Peak—those Saint King Realm powerhouses who had been smashed into blood mists and had their Divine Souls obliterated before him—now whispering to each other.

Elder Qingxin was completely baffled.

With eyes full of infatuation, Qing Ning pointed toward Qin Xuan and said directly, "It was Young Master. He expended a great price to extract your soul threads from the Living Pellet and then condensed them into complete soul bodies."

"Qin Xuan?"

Gazing at Qin Xuan, who was still continuing to reshape spiritual bodies, Elder Qingxin's turbid eyes were filled with disbelief.

He saw batches upon batches of fallen Yaochi Disciples having their spiritual bodies reshaped, one large group after another, under Qin Xuan's condensation.

What kind of great power was this?

To actually be able to reshape the spiritual bodies of those who had died in battle, whose Physical Body had been blasted into blood mists and whose Divine Soul had been shattered!?

"Oh, stop performing this tear-jerker drama here."

"The dead people have almost all been resurrected."

"At the beginning, Qin Xuan could only construct spiritual bodies one by one, but now he is constructing them in large groups. It won't be long before everyone is revived."

The Peak Master of Hongya Peak interrupted the joy of the father and daughter reuniting. Even he was shocked by the scene of Qin Xuan constructing spiritual bodies in groups.

Perhaps because the spiritual bodies of those first few Saint King Realm experts were too powerful, Qin Xuan had to focus entirely on them, only able to reshape one person's spiritual body at a time.

At this moment, it was unclear whether it was because he was more familiar with the process, or because those Disciples were of a lower Realm, allowing them to be revived in large numbers?

Of course, that was no longer important!

The Peak Master of Hongya Peak pulled Elder Qingxin over to the pile of flesh-mud that looked like a small mountain he had molded himself, urging him, "When your daughter's Physical Body shattered, you were the one who remolded her, right? It was exactly the same as the original. Now, you should also mold a face for this Peak Master."

"I don't have many requirements, just make it sturdy. I am the Peak Master of Hongya Peak, the undisputed master of Body Refining, so my Physical Body must naturally be incomparably powerful."

Elder Qingxin looked around and saw all the Peak Masters and numerous Disciples who had already died tragically, all squatting in front of the flesh-mud before them, intently molding it.

Those who knew would naturally understand that the Yaochi Sacred Land had previously experienced a catastrophe.

More than half of the Saint King Realm experts from the major peaks had been lost.

Even those Prodigy Disciples were reduced to one in ten.

Yet now, they were all idle and molding flesh-mud?

Those who didn't know would think that the Yaochi Sacred Land was holding a mud figure molding competition!

"Hahaha! It's done!"

"Old Lei, take a look at my craftsmanship, not bad, right? It's ninety-nine percent similar to your previous one!"

The Great Demon God laughed heartily and wiped the excess flesh-mud from his hands onto the ground.

Then, he pointed at the body he had painstakingly crafted, which was identical to the Peak Master of Thunder Prison Peak, waiting for the Peak Master of Thunder Prison Peak's appraisal.

The Peak Master of Thunder Prison Peak looked at the body before him and nodded with satisfaction, "Brother Qin's craftsmanship is indeed extraordinary, but this body, it looks a bit too frail, doesn't it?"

"How is that possible?"

The Great Demon God punched the chest of the Peak Master of Thunder Prison Peak's body, and it immediately caved in by more than half.

"Damn, that cracked me up." The Peak Master of Hongya Peak looked at the Peak Master of Thunder Prison Peak, whose chest was now dented, and couldn't help but mock, "The dignified Peak Master of Thunder Prison Peak, who is in charge of punishments, actually only has one breast?"

"Take a look at mine!"

The Peak Master of Hongya Peak pointed to the body that Elder Qingxin had reshaped for him, stepped forward, and patted the sturdy muscles, "One look at this body and you can tell it was molded by a professional."

He patted his face again, "Look at this sculpted, resolute face, it's a work of divine craftsmanship..."

Plop—

The Peak Master of Hongya Peak applied a little force, and the head of his body fell to the ground with a plop, smashing into a puddle of flesh-mud, looking like poop.

The Peak Master of Thunder Prison Peak nodded with a smile, "This Physical Body is indeed sturdy and robust, but it's a pity that this head looks like poop. However, that's normal. You guys at Hongya Peak focus on Body Refining, and your brains are nothing but muscles. It doesn't really matter what's inside."

The Peak Master of Hongya Peak was so angry his nose was almost crooked. He turned to look at Elder Qingxin, who was kneading flesh-mud, his anger flaring up, "What is going on? When you molded your own daughter, you were meticulous, but when it comes to this Peak Master, you start doing a shoddy job?"

Elder Qingxin shook his head awkwardly, "It's not the same! Ninger's body was refined with the help of the Holy Master, and it was a one-to-one recreation based on the aura of her remnant soul. It wasn't just molding a mud figure by hand!"

As an Elder of Thunder Prison Peak, he was good at torturing people.

But asking him to mold a mud figure, he wasn't a professional at that!

"One-to-one recreation, honest prices, only one Sacred Artifact needed. My Mingtong Peak guarantees to return to everyone a body exactly the same as the previous one!"

Shangguan Zhong possessed the Innate Nether Eyes, and his pupil power was extraordinary.

It took him less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea to reshape his own Physical Body, making it exactly the same as before.

While realizing this was a huge business opportunity, Shangguan Zhong led the elites of Mingtong Peak to start doing business.

There was no price gouging; for Saint King Realm experts to reshape their bodies, it cost one Sacred Artifact, and for other Disciples, one Treasure Artifact was enough.

He displayed his own Physical Body as a sample.

It attracted the attention of many people from Yaochi who had molded their bodies into misshapen forms, and they all looked over.

The Peak Master of Hongya Peak gritted his teeth in anger, "Shangguan Zhong, you are too black-hearted!"

The Peak Master of Wan Jian Peak chimed in, "Exactly, it's just molding a mud figure, one Sacred Artifact? Why don't you just go rob someone?"

Shangguan Zhong didn't get angry and shrugged helplessly, "There's no other way. My Mingtong Peak was just established not long ago, our foundation is too thin, and we have no family assets. If I don't take this opportunity to accumulate some wealth, what will I use for a dowry when my daughter gets married soon for Senior Qin?"

Shangguan Si's cheeks were flushed red, and she stamped her feet in embarrassment, chiding, "Father!"

Shangguan Zhong comforted her gently, "You are such a grown-up daughter now, isn't it only natural to get married? Or could it be that you don't think highly of Qin Xuan?"

Shangguan Si shook her head quickly, glanced at Qin Xuan who was still condensing soul bodies, her cheeks blushing so deeply they were almost dripping blood, and muttered in a muffled voice, "No way..."

Seeing this, the Great Demon God, eager to hold his great-grandson, punched the flesh-mud of the Peak Master of Thunder Prison Peak to pieces, then kicked over the poop-head that the Peak Master of Hongya Peak had just attached, cursing, "What kind of crap are you all molding? Those who know will know we are the Yaochi Sacred Land, but those who don't would think we are demons and monsters that crawled out of some devil's den!"