Cultivation Starts from Farming Chapter 926 - 406: Fourth Rank Middle-grade Puppet Successfully Forged_2

Having held each other close for some time while sharing hushed words, Xu Ping at last rose, departed from Duan Shuang’s cave abode, and made his way back to the hidden underground haven of the Blood Bone Hall.

Cross-legged on the jade platform, Xu Ping shut his eyes again, fully assimilating and absorbing the benefits from their dual cultivation, enabling the strengthened Divine Sense to fuse seamlessly with his body, as instinctive as lifting a limb.

Several days later, he abruptly opened his eyes, their gleam sharper and more radiant than before.

His condition had reached its peak.

At once, Xu Ping retrieved the puppetry inheritance and immersed himself in studying it.

Across the years, with his Divine Sense steadily growing stronger, this Fourth Rank Middle-grade Puppet was finally on the cusp of successful creation.

...

Time raced forward, adding two more years.

On this day.

Inside the artifact refining chamber, Xu Ping bore a grave expression.

"Rise!"

Xu Ping executed a hand seal.

Boom!

Abruptly, the central floor of the sanctuary—carved with the profoundly intricate "Gathering Spirit and Refining Puppet" formation—ignited in glow.

Innumerable runes swirled about, siphoning power from the underground Spirit Vein, condensing it into a dense beam of Spiritual Qi that blanketed the zone.

"Smelt!"

Whirr...

Spiritual Fire poured into the formation, sending the temperature surging to a horrifying height.

In a flash, every puppet material got shrouded, commencing a slow melt and cleansing.

Impurities burned off, inert energy got purged, leaving solely the purest essences, brimming with potent vitality and the sturdy core of bone armor.

An unknown span of time elapsed.

The formerly intricate materials had morphed into orbs of liquid essence, each sparkling in diverse colors and surging with mighty energy!

"Shape, merge spirit!"

Xu Ping refused to pause even briefly, his hands nimbly shifting the incantation.

Divine Sense power exploded forth like an unseen colossal grip, directing those liquid essence orbs to fuse and mold per the blueprint he'd envisioned endlessly in his mind.

A massive puppet gradually materialized, as a tremendous suppressive aura diffused across the space.

Yet Xu Ping dared not ease up one bit.

The impending step was the ultimate power origin and command hub.

This phase had doomed all his prior attempts.

Xu Ping produced a fist-sized, heart-shaped dark red energy core, riddled inside with myriad fine runes, serving as the puppet's energy wellspring and the vital Divine Sense conduit.

With a finger flick, Xu Ping propelled the dark red energy core into the puppet’s chest cavity.

Promptly, his fingers aligned like a blade, Divine Sense intensely focused, wielding his Nascent Soul fire as ink and divine thoughts as brush to gradually etch it inside.

Xu Ping channeled his full focus, oblivious to self and surroundings.

After ten straight days.

When the ultimate rune etched flawlessly onto the dark red energy core, and all parts finalized their Divine Sense bonds.

"Hum!"

The full gathering spirit formation quaked fiercely! Every floating component flared with blinding radiance, tugged by intangible forces to hurtle inward, link up, and lock into place at the heart.

Crunch!

A harsh clamor of metals grinding and meshing tightly reverberated.

As light slowly receded, a towering form nearly four zhang high emerged—utterly ebony, sheathed in thick menacing armor, radiating a primal savage presence, looming imposingly in the sanctuary.

Its radiating energy pulses felt weighty, boundless, power-packed, solidly at the peak of Fourth Rank Middle-grade.

"It’s done, hahahaha... finally forged successfully!"

Beholding the opus he'd slaved over for years, Xu Ping roared with laughter, the echoes booming through the sanctuary, brimming with triumphant joy of a long-held dream achieved.

Years of relentless puppetry delving, squandering vast toil and riches, and now he had hand-forged his inaugural wholly owned Fourth Rank Middle-grade Puppet.

This heralded that the formerly bogged-down puppet array could now surge toward greater might... an upgrade!

Replacing all ten with Fourth Rank Middle-grade caliber would make their bulwarks a nightmare even for Nascent Soul Perfect Cultivators.

"Continue crafting!"

A spark of eagerness danced in Xu Ping’s gaze.

Merely one Fourth Rank Middle-grade Puppet stood complete, miles from the ten-puppet mark.

Still, Xu Ping held back from rash moves.

He grasped fully how forging such high-tier puppets ravaged mental stamina, Spiritual Power, and Divine Sense—a tiny slip could doom all prior labor to waste.

Xu Ping didn’t start forging the second Fourth Rank Middle-grade Puppet until he had fully recovered his Mana and Divine Sense.

...

Time flew by swiftly, like a white horse galloping through a rift.

Four years elapsed silently in this profoundly quiet underground haven.

Outside, chaos erupted everywhere; the ancient demon disaster intensified, Demonic Qi kept spreading wider, and battles against Human Race cultivators raged fiercer than ever before, dwarfing all prior conflicts.

At the demon-slaying frontlines, more and more Late-stage Nascent Soul Great Cultivators from various sects gathered gradually.

However, Xu Ping’s prior display of staggering combat power meant he wasn’t needed to hold the front lines personally.

He got called in only when real fights broke out.

Xu Ping poured most of his energy into crafting puppets, indeed.

Apart from vital cultivation, mana refinement, body tempering, and brief checks on Duan Shuang and Water Lake Mouse’s advancements.

This particular day.

Inside the central artifact-forging chamber of the underground sanctuary.

Two Fourth Rank Middle-grade Puppets, different in form but equally majestic, stood tall.

One shaped like a colossal ape, pitch-black throughout; the other human-like, with sleek curves and a body sheathed in silvery scales.

"It’s done!"

A triumphant grin spread uncontrollably across Xu Ping’s face as he beheld these two masterpieces, forged through endless toil and treasures.

Four years for two Fourth Rank Middle-grade Puppets!

Were this speed revealed, it would stun every puppetry Grandmaster in the Cultivation Realm, driving them to question their entire lives.