Chapter 126: The Use of Bionic Puppets
“Roar!”
“Roar roar roar!”
The Demon Domain, the territory of the Mandala Pig clan.
Across the hills and plains, everywhere were stout-bodied Mandala Pigs.
As the lowest tier among the pig-type demon beasts of the Demon Domain, and also the most numerous, the Mandala Pigs held an extremely lowly status.
Almost the vast majority of the Demon Race used them as rations.
Precisely because of this, the Mandala Pig clan’s cultivation was generally low.
Rarely did they produce great demons of the fifth rank or above.
However, at this moment, a fourth-rank Mandala Pig was facing a group of its own kind.
Roaring loudly about something.
“Hmph lu lu lu lu…”
“Hmph hmph hmph hmph… lu lu lu…”
Who knew what that fourth-rank Mandala Pig had said.
The kin before it, upon hearing it, also roared and bellowed one after another, seeming extremely excited.
As if the other’s words had struck right at their hearts.
Seeing this, Lu Qingyang furrowed his brow.
“Jiangxin, didn’t Zhu Gangkai input the complete demon language compendium?”
“Why is there no subtitle?”
After Jiangxin upgraded into the Supercomputing Platform, he had specifically had Zhu Gangkai write out a copy of all demon languages as well as the common Demon Race tongue.
Then input it all into Jiangxin.
All for the sake of letting the Bionic Puppet communicate with the local Demon Race.
Who would have known that now, watching a pig show, there were still no subtitles?
“Beep beep, Master, please wait a moment. I will retrieve it now.”
“Retrieving, please wait…”
“Retrieval complete.”
“Due to the Mandala Pigs’ lowly status among the Demon Race, for thousands of years they have no longer used the Pig Demon language nor the common Demon Race tongue.”
“They can now only roughly communicate through emotion and cries.”
Jiangxin’s respectful voice transmitted from the screen, instantly making Lu Qingyang’s expression turn odd.
“Fallen to this extent?”
“Then when I first chose the Mandala Pigs to cultivate as Demon Traitors, was that a bit too half-hearted…”
“Should I switch to another race?”
Lu Qingyang muttered to himself, somewhat regretful.
“Master, after analysis, the Mandala Pig clan is currently the most numerous race among the Demon Race, and the one with the greatest resentment toward demon beasts.”
“Therefore, choosing them for cultivation as Demon Traitors is the most suitable.”
“Additionally, according to Master’s needs, I have already input the Mandala Pig clan’s cries into the platform, along with a rough parsing set.”
“Subtitles can now be added.”
Listening to Jiangxin’s increasingly intelligent responses, Lu Qingyang nodded with satisfaction.
“Mm, not bad.”
“Thank you for the praise, Master!”
Jiangxin said joyfully.
And as his words fell, rows of awkward text appeared in Lu Qingyang’s vision.
“Hmph lu hmph lu hmph hmph lu…”
(You, we, must resist, must eat meat and not be eaten as meat)
“Hmph lu lu, hmph lu lu! Lu lu hmph!”
“Hmph lu lu!”
(Eat meat! Resist! Resist and eat meat!)
(Eat meat!)
“Uh…”
“Master, apologies. Due to the Mandala Pig clan being too low in intelligence, even basic expression has problems.”
Seeming to sense Lu Qingyang’s awkwardness, Jiangxin hurriedly added.
Lu Qingyang: “…”
But soon, Lu Qingyang focused his attention on the scene before him.
That Mandala Pig transformed from the fourth-rank Bionic Puppet, after delivering a passionate speech, charged straight into the distance.
Behind it, several hundred equally fat and sturdy Mandala Pigs, as if gone mad, howled and followed.
Their target was none other than the Wind Wolf clan, which frequently came to hunt them nearby.
“Hu chi hu chi hu chi…”
“Pu ci pu ci pu ci…”
“Gu du gu du gu du…”
On the desolate wasteland, a massacre was about to begin…
Seeing this, Lu Qingyang shut off the screen and watched no more.
Because the outcome was predestined.
How could Mandala Pigs of merely the first or second rank possibly defeat Wind Wolves averaging second or third rank?
Even with superior numbers, it was futile.
As for that fourth-rank Mandala Pig Bionic Puppet, after the charge it had vanished into the pig herd.
Because its mission was already complete.
A new mission had already been issued by Jiangxin.
The target was a larger Mandala Pig clan a hundred li away.
Though these missions seemed useless.
Over time, this long-enslaved race would ultimately erupt with astonishing results.
Jiangxin had assessed that this race possessed such potential…
Half a month later, an island covered in mountains appeared before Lu Qingyang and the others.
On the island, one could occasionally see a few cultivators flitting between the peaks.
From time to time, the sound of forging rang out.
The entire Thousand Bamboo Sect was filled with a sense of tranquility and antiquity.
“Sect Master Lu, we’ve arrived.”
Yun Fei, standing on the Dharma Ship’s deck, halted his steps and turned around, looking at Lu Qingyang beside him.
Lu Qingyang, upon hearing this, also raised his head, gazing at the mountain peaks on the island not far away, and nodded with a light smile.
Yun Qi, seeing this, immediately withdrew his hands into his sleeves and secretly formed a hand seal.
A moment later, from among the layered mountain peaks, several hundred cultivators abruptly flew out.
In the blink of an eye, these figures had already arrived before Lu Qingyang and the others.
These cultivators were, remarkably, all Golden Core-level cultivators.
After the Dharma Ship steadied, these Golden Core True Monarchs of the Thousand Bamboo Sect bowed in unison toward Lu Qingyang.
“Welcoming Immortal Lord Qingyang of the Chaotian Sect and all Fellow Daoists to the Thousand Bamboo Sect.”
“Welcoming Immortal Lord Qingyang of the Chaotian Sect and all Fellow Daoists to the Thousand Bamboo Sect.”
“Welcoming Immortal Lord Qingyang…”
The voices of several hundred cultivators, uniform and orderly, resounded across the entire islet.
Looking at the respectful Golden Core cultivators around him, Lu Qingyang raised an eyebrow slightly.
This Thousand Bamboo Sect makes its living refining puppets in the Seven Stars Sea Region. Sure enough, they don’t lack money. There are actually so many Golden Core True Monarchs among their ranks.
It seems this Return-to-Void sect truly cannot be underestimated.
Thinking this, Lu Qingyang also cupped his fists.
“Greetings, Fellow Daoists.”
Lu Qingyang waved his hand lightly, signaling the cultivators to rise.
Then he cast his gaze toward the depths of the Thousand Bamboo Sect, toward that magnificent and grand hall.
He could sense that someone there seemed to be silently sizing him up.
Lu Qingyang’s perception was extremely keen. After only a slight sweep, he confirmed that person must be a Return-to-Void cultivator.
But Lu Qingyang was not the slightest bit afraid.
Though his cultivation was not high enough, in terms of combat power…
Even he himself could no longer estimate his own combat power now.
“Sect Master Lu, please. My elder brother has been waiting for quite some time.”
Yun Fei’s voice suddenly sounded by his ear.
Lu Qingyang then reined in his thoughts, put away the Dharma Ship, and led his disciples into the sect.
However, upon entering the sect’s main hall.
After seeing that person regarding him.
Even with Lu Qingyang’s temperament, he was startled into wide eyes and a slightly open mouth.
“This is… an artificial human? Or a human body modification puppet?”