After all the aura had entered Chu Feng's body, he did not slow his advance, but he fell silent for a brief moment.
Eggy did not interrupt him either. She knew he had entered a special state.
After all, the Bloodline Soul Puppet was a hereditary technique, and in her eyes, it was no ordinary method.
Otherwise, Chu Feng wouldn't have been so excited.
But this state did not last long.
Once he returned to normal, Eggy immediately asked, "How was it? Did you master it?"
"I did. This technique can indeed help me restore my bloodline, though it will take some time. Still, it will be far faster than cultivating on my own."
"What I've lost now — I'll be able to make up for it eventually."
"But what I'm looking forward to most is the substitute — the so-called Bloodline Soul Puppet. Forging one, however, requires materials." Chu Feng said.
"You really mastered it that quickly?"
"Then I suppose it isn't all that profound of a technique," Eggy remarked.
After all, the harder a hereditary technique was to grasp, the more profound it typically was.
"No, no, no — I think this technique is actually quite powerful. Normally, it truly wouldn't be easy to comprehend."
"But perhaps it was fated to be mine, so I grasped it rather quickly."
There was a hint of pride in Chu Feng's voice as he said this.
Just as he'd stated, he could genuinely sense how complex this technique was — yet he had comprehended it with startling ease.
If asked to explain, apart from destiny, he could think of no other reason.
And yet, fate was the most elusive thing of all.
"So what materials do you need?" Eggy asked.
"Extremely sturdy materials."
"With the right materials, you can forge one?"
"Yes." Chu Feng confirmed.
When Chu Feng said this, the Murderous Intent Woman watching from the shadows shook her head.
She hadn't expected Chu Feng to boast like this.
Even if he had managed to fuse this secret technique so quickly, comprehension still required time, and cultivation would take even more.
It was not a simple method — especially the process of forging the Bloodline Soul Puppet. It required an immense amount of time to fully comprehend.
But just then, Chu Feng suddenly drew a divine weapon.
He stopped flying and placed the divine weapon before him.
"A divine weapon is undoubtedly forged from extremely sturdy materials."
"Let me see whether the materials of this divine weapon can be of use to me."
Once Chu Feng finished speaking, he pressed his palms together and formed hand seals.
Then he closed his eyes, and after a brief moment, his body began to tremble — his hands forming the seals shaking most noticeably.
He pointed a finger at the divine weapon, and black aura surged from its tip.
It was not merely black aura — interwoven within it was nine-colored lightning.
"No way…"
"Did he really begin to grasp it already?"
At the sight, the Murderous Intent Woman found it hard to believe. Even she — someone who had seen much in her long existence — involuntarily rubbed her eyes.
And when the black aura laced with nine-colored lightning enveloped the divine weapon…
The Murderous Intent Woman's expression changed drastically.
The divine weapon — once indestructible — melted in an instant under that aura.
In that moment, the Murderous Intent Woman felt her scalp go numb.
This level of proficiency proved that Chu Feng had genuinely mastered the Bloodline Soul Puppet.
To her knowledge, the current patriarch of the Sand Soul Clan — Sand Soul Haotian's grandfather — had spent a full ten thousand years cultivating this Bloodline Soul Puppet to success.
How had Chu Feng managed it so quickly?
Even if Chu Feng was a genius, the Sand Soul Clan patriarch had once been a prodigy who awed the entire Asura Realm.
Could the gap between people really be that vast?
"Did it fail?" Eggy asked, looking at the melted divine weapon.