I Have an Omen System-Chapter 57 - 56: Obtaining the Inheritance

"What the hell is this thing? Why isn’t it affected by Magic?"

Bai Ningshuang’s expression faltered, and he was thrown into disarray.

The Cold Ice Magic he cultivated had little effect on the Bronze Puppet. He hurriedly summoned a shield and used his Body Technique to barely hold his ground against it.

Just then, the Bronze Puppet erupted in a sudden attack.

Bai Ningshuang couldn’t dodge in time and was about to be grievously wounded by the Bronze Puppet.

"Against puppets, you have to strike their joints and core! Magic is useless against them!"

With a great shout, a short sword slid from Junior Martial Uncle Han’s sleeve into his hand. He parried the Bronze Puppet, narrowly rescuing Bai Ningshuang.

Then, moving like a phantom, Junior Martial Uncle Han flashed behind the Bronze Puppet. The tip of his sword plunged precisely into a seam at the back of its neck.

The Bronze Puppet instantly froze. The red light in its eyes died out, and it crashed to the ground.

"Thank you for saving my life, Junior Martial Uncle." Having survived the close call, Bai Ningshuang let out a long breath, his face filled with admiration for Han Mo.

"Junior Martial Uncle Han is truly worthy of his title as a Tier One Puppet Refiner. He knows puppets like the back of his hand..."

Before Bai Ningshuang could say another word, his expression suddenly twisted in horror.

The moment one Bronze Puppet was incapacitated, the other three puppets—all at Qi Cultivation Peak—suddenly activated!

Red light flared in the eyes of all three Bronze Puppets. Their chest plates sprang open, firing dozens of steel needles as fine as hairs.

Unable to dodge in time, Bai Ningshuang was grazed on the right arm, which immediately turned a sickening black.

"Damn it, the needles are poisoned!"

Bai Ningshuang cried out in agony as his life force visibly began to wane.

It wasn’t just Bai Ningshuang; the three Bronze Puppets strafed over a dozen Cold Nether Sect disciples before Junior Martial Uncle Han and Nephew Fang managed to subdue them.

However, the moment those three Bronze Puppets were incapacitated, all the remaining Bronze Puppets activated in unison!

Junior Martial Uncle Han’s expression turned grim.

’To think that he, a dignified Foundation Establishment Puppet Master, was being rendered helpless by a few mere Qi Cultivation Puppets.’

His nephew, Fang Hong’an, was fending off three Bronze Puppets by himself, his face growing paler by the second. "Junior Martial Uncle Han, I can’t hold on much longer! Is there any way to break this?"

"The Twelve Cyan Imperial Armor Captains are no ordinary puppets! They have their own coordinated tactics; they aren’t just simple mechanisms. We have to destroy at least six of them at the same time to break their formation!"

Han Mo gritted his teeth, seemingly having made a difficult decision.

"So be it. Nephew Fang, the rest is up to you. Don’t let me down!"

A cold glint flashed in Junior Martial Uncle Han’s eyes. He spat a cyan bead from his mouth, which expanded in the air and transformed into a cloud of biting, cold mist.

At the same time, Han Mo’s hands formed a seal, and eight blood-red streaks of light shot from his sleeves.

In an instant, the entire hall was flooded with cyan and red light.

Junior Martial Uncle Han roared, "Cyan Blood Spiritual Technique—Immobilize!"

RUMBLE—!

The cyan bead spun rapidly, and a surge of lightning erupted from it, transforming into a tempest of Spiritual Power.

For some unknown reason, the movements of the Cyan Imperial Armor Captains, which had been immune to Magic, became sluggish and disorderly.

Han Mo seized the opportunity. His figure flickered between the puppets, his sword tip striking like a viper’s tongue, precisely piercing the core mechanism of each one.

Eight of the Bronze Puppets instantly stiffened, the red light in their eyes vanishing as if they had been frozen in place.

A look of delight crossed Fang Hong’an’s face. "Junior Martial Uncle Han, amazing skill!"

Han Mo gave a wretched smile. His already aged face suddenly grew even more sallow and withered, as if his very life force had been drained in an instant. Like a candle flickering in the wind, he swayed on his feet.

Meanwhile, a surviving Cold Nether Sect disciple took the chance to dart to Bai Ningshuang’s side, producing an Antitoxic Pill and shoving it into his mouth.

Bai Ningshuang swallowed the Pill, and the color began to return to his face.

"Whew—" Bai Ningshuang collapsed to the ground, grateful to have escaped with his life. "Those Twelve Cyan Imperial Armor Captains were just the outer guards... I can’t imagine how terrifying the main chamber must be."

Out of the thirty to forty Cold Nether Sect disciples, most were now scattered about, leaning against the ground, poisoned and with no fight left in them.

Han Mo’s aura was growing weaker by the moment, but he forced a smile. "Don’t worry about the main chamber. The danger is over. Nephew Fang, quickly gather up these twelve Armor Captains. The method for creating the Thousand Puppet Spiritual Liquid is likely on their bodies."

Fang Hong’an, however, acted as if he hadn’t heard a word. His gaze was fixed on the bas-relief wall at the back of the hall.

Han Mo’s expression changed as a terrible premonition surfaced in his mind.

The aftershocks of the battle had caused fine cracks to appear on the wall, vaguely revealing a space behind it.

Fang Hong’an stepped forward and touched the wall lightly, discovering that it was loose.

’A secret door!’

Fang Hong’an pushed the secret door open, revealing an octagonal stone chamber.

In the center of the stone chamber was an enormous bluestone sarcophagus.

Floating above the sarcophagus was a small Cyan Cicada Puppet. It was only the size of a palm, yet it was exquisitely carved, with three pairs of metal wings on its back as thin as a real cicada’s.

The moment Han Mo stepped into the stone chamber, the Cyan Cicada Puppet’s eyes suddenly opened. Its wings trembled softly, emitting a sound as crisp and clear as a bell.

"After a thousand years of waiting, the fated one has arrived."

"I am Cyan Wing, a Guardian of the Puppet Sect... The inheritance of the Thousand Mechanisms Transformation is here. He who is willing to bear the karma may take it."

Upon seeing this, Fang Hong’an was overjoyed!

’So there really *is* an inheritance from a Purple Mansion Daoist in the Thousand Mechanisms Ancient Tomb this time!’

He reached out, about to step forward and take the Cyan Cicada Puppet floating in midair.

"Nephew Fang, what do you think you’re doing? Have you forgotten our mission here?" Han Mo snapped.

"Old bastard, that’s *your* mission and the Cold Nether Sect’s, not mine."

Luminous Pearls were embedded at regular intervals along the Bronze Walls on either side of the chamber, casting a bleak, green light that made Fang Hong’an’s face look sinister and terrifying.

"You’re about to die, but I’m still young! It only took me one hundred and twenty years of cultivation to reach Foundation Establishment! If I hadn’t broken the sect rules and been punished by having my Dao Foundation stripped and my Cultivation crippled, do you think I would’ve accompanied you to this godforsaken Thousand Mechanisms Ancient Tomb to suffer?!"