63 Gathering the groups. (2/2)

”You are quite skilled in the law of puppets. You managed to turn her into a puppet without killing her and tinkering with her spine and bones.”

Turning a human into a puppet required you to mess around with their spine and bones, sometimes even their brains. To do so while a person was alive meant that the one who would become a puppet had to endure horrendous torment. While it was rather inhumane, it was quite useful for gathering information. Zhu Caishi could not help but raise an eyebrow after hearing Li Yang's praise, not noticing that the other groups around her were strangely quiet.

”You could tell?”

Zhu Caishi was rather proud over her achievements in the law of puppets. When she made a puppet, unless one knew what to look for, it would be hard to tell it was a puppet. Could it be that the golden youth in front of her was someone specialized in the law of puppets? Li Yang simply gave a light shrug of his shoulders, not giving a proper explanation.

”When someone like you, someone with a limited cultivation, creates a puppet, there are some tells that can be used to determine when a person has been turned into a puppet.”

No matter how lifelike Zhu Caishi could make a puppet, it would still end up being a puppet, its movements somewhat jerky and clearly controlled by someone else. Only when she reached a higher cultivation would she be able to make living puppets. Before Zhu Caishi got to say anything else, Li Yang's eyes turned sharp, his voice calm, but cold.

”Turning them into puppets makes it easier to control them, so normally it would be considered a good idea. But that is only normally, today it can only be considered a bad idea.”

The woman she had turned into a puppet was called Liang Hengwei, someone who had once been a warrior for the Liang tribe. Her fate would make Liang Zhou sad, so the death of Zhu Caishi was already set in stone. Li Yang no longer bothered with Zhu Caishi, his narrowed eyes sweeping over the remaining groups as he gave them an ultimatum.

”Everyone but the Huo clan, the Tian clan, and the Puppet God sect can leave, but I never want to see you enter the Cloud Wilderness again. If you refuse to leave, don't blame me for being merciless.”

The three groups he had mentioned all contained people from the Liang clan, so Li Yang first had to make sure that they were all unharmed before he let any of those three groups leave. The rest of the groups he did not really care about, so if they were to leave immediately, he could not be bothered to kill them. The remaining groups shook slightly after hearing his words, a burly man clad in the skin of a tiger opening his mouth.

”Heaven's Gate isn't here. I guess that would be thanks to you?”

The burly man, Tao Yanzhen, had brown skin and a muscular body that was covered in scars. He had black hair that was shaven short and clear blue eyes. The tiger skin robe he was wearing was embroidered with the image of a roaring lion, an image that the other people behind him also had on their clothing. Li Yang turned his head towards Tao Yanzhen, giving a slight nod.

”Yup. Fan Long and his men have already been forced to leave the Cloud Wilderness. Well, he and the survivors of his men at least.”

Tao Yanzhen did not look too surprised at Li Yang's words, as if he had already expected the result. He swept the surrounding area for a short second, his eyes quivering slightly. In the end, he gave a nod of his head and took a step back.

”Very well. The Myriad Beast Sect will retreat and deliver your message to our superiors. Would you mind giving us a name that we can report?”

Zhu Caishi looked at Tao Yanzhen with a surprised expression, uncertain why he would agree to simply leave. But Tao Yazhen paid no attention to her, his men already starting to turn around and leave. Li Yang had no interest in giving them his own name, so he used the title Fan Long had called him by.

”You can tell them that the Golden Dragon Prince does not want outsiders in his wilderness. Anybody else who wants to do the smart thing?”

After Li Yang's question rang out, the expressions of the remaining groups distorted slightly, their faces somewhat pale as they swept the surroundings with fear in their eyes. In the end, they could only nod their heads, turning around and leaving. the dugout part of the mountain quickly emptied, only the groups of the Tian clan, the Huo clan, the Puppet God Sect, and the Roaring Soul sect remaining. Li Yang smiled at the remaining groups, his smile sending a slight shiver down their spines.

”And just like that, only you guys remain.”