Chapter 907: Chapter 332: Fateless Pawnshop, Spirit Soldier Body (5k)_3

After rearranging it to restore completeness, Wen Yan quietly waited.

For a long time, the mannequin’s eyes, which looked very lifelike yet somewhat hollow, suddenly moved a little; Yang energy spread over, instantly adding some divine essence.

The mannequin leaned there in a daze, motionless for quite some time.

Wen Yan let out a sigh of relief and smiled.

"Senior, take your time to adapt. It’s impossible to have the real thing; this spirit soldier is the most suitable body I could find."

"Senior, try and see if you can use it. If it doesn’t work, we’ll figure it out later."

The mannequin leaning there tried to raise its hand but only managed to move its fingers.

"No hurry, senior, take your time."

Back then, when the Glutton was slain, the Bamboo Forest Demon was also killed, but he extracted the part unique to the Bamboo Forest Demon and kept it sealed in jade.

It had no soul, only consciousness, and has never found a way to settle.

Zhang Qihui’s spirit soldier was the most suitable, but at that time, Zhang Qihui was just playing around without any complete ideas.

Later, the Scorching Sun Department invested in Zhang Qihui. He settled the Bamboo Forest Demon, completed previous tasks, and could report directly to the Scorching Sun Department.

The Bamboo Forest Demon had true cultivation, only cultivating realm without power. Hence, this spirit soldier seemed appropriate.

Now, after transitioning and given a body, the Bamboo Forest Demon struggled but eventually stood up and leaned on something, wobbling a bit, saluting Wen Yan in gratitude.

"No need for such courtesy, senior. I always keep things straightforward; the Bamboo Forest Demon from the past is gone now, and senior can start anew with a different name. I will create a record for senior."

Beside them, Zhang Qihui was quite surprised; was this the Bamboo Forest Demon?

Previously, there were rumors about the Bamboo Forest Demon being killed by Wen Yan.

Because of this, Wen Yan faced quite a bit of criticism.

It was rumored Wen Yan slew a Great Demon, which generally wasn’t much to speak of; people generally applauded, even if it involved a demon.

But the Bamboo Forest Demon had a very good reputation, especially respected by the demon kin in Qingcheng.

Being killed by Wen Yan naturally invited criticism.

Unexpectedly, the Bamboo Forest Demon wasn’t actually dead.

Seeing the Bamboo Forest Demon’s current attitude, Zhang Qihui felt there surely were many unknown secrets involved here, no wonder nobody from Qingcheng spoke out; in future, it’s best not to blindly believe rumors.

The Bamboo Forest Demon hadn’t yet adapted to the new body and couldn’t speak; Wen Yan settled him first and continued with Zhang Qihui to observe the Talisman Soldier Dog.

The Talisman Soldier Dog was completely according to Wen Yan’s requirements, resembling an iron-clad gold Four-eyed Dog; the materials used were excellent, even incorporating a USB connection as requested.

Wen Yan tested it, inserting the USB containing the Skeleton Dog, using Yang energy as a link to connect the USB and Talisman Soldier Dog; soon, the Talisman Soldier Dog began to move.

With limbs uncoordinated, it took a step only to fall headfirst to the ground, even after collapsing, it grinned widely, sticking its tongue out, unable to move anything else, yet its tail started slapping the floor vigorously.

Wen Yan chuckled, reached out to stroke the dog’s head, and gently added some Yang energy.

"Take it easy, don’t rush."

The Skeleton Dog struggled to stand, swaying as if still under anesthetic effects, its head bobbing, tongue lolling to the side; but its tail proudly transformed into a propeller, spinning twice, knocking over the Skeleton Dog along with its body.

The Skeleton Dog adapted very quickly; this Talisman Soldier Dog’s body was originally crafted in the manner of a White Bone Dao Soldier, with bones as its core, the outer body and fur essentially serving as skin.

The Skeleton Dog was most suited to a bony body, adapting even faster than the Bamboo Forest Demon.

Wen Yan picked up the Skeleton Dog by its neck fur, hefting it up; the texture of its fur smooth, the material unknown but seemingly more real than reality.

Having finished here, they looked at the Bamboo Forest Demon again, who was managing to stand steadily albeit still unable to speak.

"Senior, once I finish recording your identity, you can go wherever you wish. Do you have any desired destinations, or should I escort you to Qingcheng?"

The Bamboo Forest Demon hesitated for a moment, then shook his head.

The Bamboo Forest Demon was dead, and he wished not to reconnect with the past.

"In that case, I’ll consult the elders of the Mountain Sect. If they agree, how about I take you to Fuyu Mountain? It’s also a good place for cultivation, with fewer rules."

The Bamboo Forest Demon immediately bowed in salute.

"No need for such courtesy, senior..."

Wen Yan got straight to work, calling the Fourth Great-uncle Master to discuss the matter.

A genuine cultivation practitioner like this should be welcomed by the elders at Fuyu Mountain.

Meanwhile, to the northwest in Virtue City’s outskirts.

Firecrackers popped and crackled in front of a store.

After the red cloth covering the sign was pulled down, the words "Wei’s Medical Hall" appeared.

The shop had walls lined with cabinets for herbal medicine and only one table used for consultations.

A short-haired man in a short-sleeved white coat stood in front of the door; he looked around, noticing a streetlamp in the distance adorned with an Evil Ghost, then cupped his hands towards the surrounding neighbors.

"The medical hall has opened, pardon the disturbance to all our neighbors. I hope for your understanding.

Starting today, there will be three consecutive days of free consultation; medication will also be free, serving as compensation to all our neighbors.

Of course, I still hope each neighbor remains healthy; ideally, leave me some medicinal herbs."

After he spoke, the expressions of the neighbors relaxed quite a bit, each becoming more congenial, exchanging a few polite words.

As the man prepared to enter the medical hall, a neighbor approached, carrying a child.

"Doctor, can you take a look at my son? He can’t lift his hand."

The man stepped forward, touched the child’s arm, and smiled.

"Nothing serious, just a dislocation."

He stretched out his hand, grasping the child’s arm and shoulder, giving a slight shake; the child was stunned for a couple of seconds, suddenly raising both hands to push the man away, and burst into tears.