Chapter 119: The Problem with the Tianshui Qingming Sword
Ji Mingyao carefully told Fatty Wang what he saw at that time.
After hearing this, Fatty Wang frowned deeply.
"I know that Gongsun Jin is of Zhumu bloodline and is relatively close to wood-type spiritual plants. Could it be that the Tianshui Qingming Sword is fused with some wood-type plant material to increase the intimacy between the sword and people?"
It is indeed possible.
Ji Mingyao's eyes were fixed on the Tianshui Qingming Sword. In order to verify her conjecture, her fingertips lightly traced the sword's blade.
A bloody opening appeared on her fingertips, and then she brought the wound to the hilt of the sword.
Many small vine branches appeared and stretched out towards her wounds.
Ji Mingyao pulled his hand and the vine branches calmed down.
"This doesn't seem to be a friendly relationship anymore. This sword is bloodthirsty."
Fatty Wang also saw this, but he had other guesses.
He stretched out his hand to release his spiritual power at the hilt of the sword, and the vine branches appeared again.
"It seems like there's a big problem with this sword. It doesn't refuse anyone who comes."
It is true, spiritual power can also be used, and blood can be used.
But Ji Mingyao was certain that the Tianshui Qingming Sword absorbed the power of Gongsun Jin's bloodline at that time.
"Does Shopkeeper Wang know whether the Gongsun family has done any research on the power of blood?"
Fatty Wang shook his head, "The power of blood involves taboos, and experiments are prohibited on the entire continent. Once, the Xuanming Sect was punished by all the forces in the mainland for conducting experiments on the power of blood on living people, and that's when the sect was destroyed."
Ji Mingyao doesn't believe in tabooing these things.
The more taboo it is, the less likely these forces will give up.
"Please help me investigate. I suspect that the Gongsun family may be conducting experiments on the power of blood in secret."
She informed her of her guess.
Fatty Wang didn't ask any more questions and just took the order.
Ji Mingyao wouldn't let him do it in vain. She didn't have the Xiuling Pill, so she could only take out the Zhu Guo.
"This matter is very dangerous. I don't have the Xiuling Pill in my body for the time being, so I will treat this red fruit as revenge.
Shopkeeper Wang, don’t refuse, or I won’t come to eat in the future.”
Fatty Wang was about to refuse, but after hearing what Ji Mingyao said, he could only accept it happily.
"You're welcome, Miss Ji. There will be desserts later, please eat slowly and don't be in a hurry."
After the two greeted each other politely, Ji Mingyao was satisfied with her meal.
The table downstairs was almost gone, so Mrs. Chi took Chi Yuan'er to pack up and go home.
They were so anxious that a servant sent a message saying that Gongsun Ziqi's congratulatory gift had arrived, and they had to go back and watch quickly to prevent the Chi family from getting involved.
Gong Wang also rushed over and informed Ji Mingyao that the puppet had been carved.
Compared with the gifts, Ji Mingyao paid more attention to the puppets, so he did not follow Mrs. Chi back.
She took the first step and let Mu Gao Minghua and Zheng Kejun take Ji Tianming and An An around.
In the workshop, Su Gong was waiting for Ji Mingyao. When he saw her coming, he said happily: "Miss Ji, you have lived up to your expectations and it has been completed."
Ji Mingyao's eyes trembled as he looked at the puppet covered with red cloth.
She was very anxious when she came back, but now she was a little timid and didn't dare to lift the red cloth.
Su Gong did not rush him, but patiently stood aside and waited.
Ji Mingyao walked up to the puppet, took a few deep breaths, and pulled off the red cloth.
The puppet's eyes have not yet been lit, and although its face looks similar, it is lifeless.
Su Gong handed over a pen, "I know this puppet must be of great significance to the girl, so I give this last stroke to the girl."
"Thank you."
Ji Mingyao thanked him and took it. After steadying his trembling hands, he lit the puppet's eyes.
"Ayuan."
She dropped the pen and touched the puppet's face tremblingly.
With the eyes, the puppet becomes more alive and looks like a real person.
But this is not enough.
She took out a transparent ball, as big as the palm of her hand. The runes on the ball gathered together, making it shine like a star core.
Ji Mingyao opened the puppet's chest and stuffed the ball inside.
In an instant, with just a few clicks, the puppet seemed to have been injected with life force, raising its hands and twisting its neck, and came to life.
Then, the nine stars floating on the roof suddenly fell, and all the power melted into the puppet's body.
The puppet's body begins to soften, taking on a skin-like texture.
Before the puppet matures, Ji Mingyao puts a long gown on the puppet.
The next moment, the puppet held his clothes, and a look appeared in his originally dull eyes.
She looked at Ji Mingyao in confusion and opened her mouth, "Ah, ah, Ling, Lord?"