A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World Chapter 401: Puppet Strength, Strongie.

Inside Wei Alchemy Hall,

Morning arrived swiftly.

The establishment opened its gates, and patrons who had been turned away the previous day once more thronged the entrance.

Meanwhile, within Wei Meilin’s private chambers,

Two figures clad in white cloaks were positioned opposite each other at a table, seemingly engaged in... arm wrestling.

It was evident that both exerted their utmost strength in the contest, with formidable pressure emanating from their forms as they strained against one another.

"...!"

"...~".

"My, oh my... these puppets possess remarkable power," Wei Meilin commented with evident admiration as she observed the vigorous hand-wrestling match she had instructed the two puppets to perform.

Although it was not a true combat scenario, the sheer might she detected from their arms suggested these puppets might actually surpass her own capabilities.

Rather than feeling disheartened, her eyes gleamed with newfound excitement.

After all, the greater the strength of these puppets, the more advantageous it was for her.

Yet, a question then arose in her mind regarding the original cloaked puppet, Goldie.

She had not caught sight of it since Li Feng's arrival and subsequent departure.

Her gaze shifted towards Yue Lan, who was seated with serene composure, quietly savoring her tea.

The two women had conversed through the entire night, forging a bond of closeness.

Although Wei Meilin dominated the conversation, she did not find Yue Lan's reserved nature bothersome.

She understood it was simply the other woman's disposition, not a sign of disdain.

"Mistress, do you happen to know the whereabouts of Goldie?" Wei Meilin inquired.

Yue Lan paused, her teacup suspended midway to her lips.

Her exquisite golden eyes slowly opened.

"...It is as Li Feng stated," she responded in a soft tone, her voice retaining that familiar cool, detached melody. "Goldie is currently engaged in a crucial mission. It shall make its return shortly."

Wei Meilin tilted her head slightly at the explanation but offered a simple nod.

Though her eyes still held a spark of curiosity, she refrained from probing further.

Instead, her enthusiasm reignited as she returned her attention to the two white-cloaked puppets, still locked in their strenuous arm-wrestling duel.

The wooden table situated beneath their elbows creaked ominously, delicate fissures spiderwebbing across its surface under the immense force.

"They are truly magnificent!" Wei Meilin exclaimed, clapping her hands together, her cheeks painted with a flush of delight. "Even as mere puppets, their strength... it is on an entirely different plane. If I could command a hundred more like these, the Wei Alchemy Hall would become utterly invincible throughout the entire region!"

She leaned forward animatedly and turned back to Yue Lan, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper.

"Mistress, be candid with me... how many more puppets of this caliber does Master possess? And... might you be able to intercede with him on my behalf for more?"

Upon hearing this, a subtle curve graced Yue Lan's lips, the barest hint of a smile.

For a fleeting moment, her typically reserved demeanor softened, revealing an almost gentle warmth as she regarded the visibly excited older woman.

She took another deliberate sip of tea before answering.

"From my understanding, these ten represent his current complete collection. However, given his exceptional skill in puppet artifact mastery, he will undoubtedly be capable of fabricating additional ones in the future."

Wei Meilin's eyes ignited with even greater brilliance upon this revelation.

Abruptly, one of the white-cloaked puppets, distinguished by a peculiar scar, emitted a low, resonant mechanical hum.

Its arm quivered uncontrollably before it forcefully drove the opponent's hand down onto the table with a resounding **CRACK**.

The defeated puppet's cloak billowed as it acknowledged its loss, while the victor slowly released its grip and straightened its posture with an air of triumph, as if awaiting subsequent directives.

Wei Meilin could not shake the feeling that these puppets did not feel like mere automatons... they seemed almost... sentient.

Consequently, she resolved to treat them accordingly.

"Yes! A decisive triumph!" she cheered.

"Henceforth, you shall bear the designation... Strongie! And the other one... Hmm, Weakie? No, that sounds rather impolite. Loser? Wait, that's even worse..."

Strongie remained posed proudly after receiving its new appellation, while the other puppet (had it possessed a face) appeared visibly displeased.

Just as the two puppets seemed poised for a subsequent bout, Yue Lan gently placed her teacup down and whispered softly,

"He approaches..."

"Eh?"

Wei Meilin blinked in bewilderment.

Before she could offer a response—

The door swung open forcefully as Li Feng entered with decisive strides.

Upon seeing him, Wei Meilin's face radiated with an effervescent smile.

She immediately surged forward and embraced him, pressing her shapely form intimately against his.

"Ahhh~ Welcome back, Master~"

Li Feng's smile deepened as he felt her yielding, ample form mold itself eagerly against his.

Her generous bosom pressed delightfully against his firm chest, and the sweet fragrance of her hair intertwined with her captivating feminine aura.

His large hand boldly caressed her full, yielding posterior with a proprietary familiarity, his fingers delving deeply into the soft flesh through her delicate robes.

Wei Meilin responded with a soft, alluring moan, nuzzling her cheek against his chest with even greater shameless abandon.

"Mmm... Master, you're so warm~" she purred.

Yue Lan observed the scene silently from her seat, her golden eyes glinting faintly.

Li Feng looked down at the alluring woman acting so coquettishly and a smile played on his lips.

"It seems you've been enjoying yourself."

Wei Meilin beamed and nestled her cheek against his solid chest.

"Hehe... The puppets you gifted me are incredible! So... ahem... could you perhaps craft a few more for me?"

Upon hearing this, Li Feng playfully slapped her rounded posterior and let out a laugh.

"Haha, I can certainly make more, but the materials require time to ripen and be processed. Once I return, I'll help you craft some extra puppets."

Wei Meilin blinked her beautiful violet eyes and gazed up at him, tilting her head.

"Return? Are you departing somewhere, Master?"

Li Feng nodded, reluctantly releasing her soft form.

"Yes, I intend to travel to the Fen Dynasty for a period. If all goes according to plan, I should be back in under a month."

Wei Meilin’s vibrant purple eyes widened, her reluctance palpable.

Her arms instinctively tightened around his waist for a fleeting moment before she compelled herself to release him.

The mere prospect of Li Feng's departure made her heart feel inexplicably hollow.

Just then, Li Feng turned and spotted Yue Lan approaching him with elegant grace.

The instant she reached him, she silently opened her arms, a clear invitation for an embrace.

Noticing her serene expression and outstretched arms, Li Feng chuckled.

He drew her into a close hug, boldly cupping her firm rear as he playfully spun her around once.

Appearing content, Yue Lan let out a soft, uncharacteristic smile and looked at him.

"Do you require me to accompany you?"

Li Feng became still upon hearing her question, his gaze fixed on her.

She hadn't inquired about the reason for his journey... only if he needed her assistance.