The woman in stockings looked at Chen Jie in shock. "You weren't affected by my Charm Array?"
Chen Jie looked at her. "Who are you, and why are you in my house?"
"Heh, fine. I'll let you be an enlightened ghost!"
The woman in stockings said indifferently, "I am Lin Mengjiao's senior sister, Yewa. I've returned to take Lin Mengjiao back to be our master's cauldron and help him break through the final hurdle! Before I take her away, I need to kill you, a man who dares to covet his master's cauldron!"
Yewa sneered, "You should be glad you haven't broken Lin Mengjiao yet. Otherwise, you wouldn't just be killed so simply! Now, you can die!"
Chen Jie's gaze turned cold. "If you want to kill me, you'd better be prepared to die!"
"Oh? You truly are overestimating yourself!" Yewa coldly laughed, raised her beautiful foot, and kicked at Chen Jie.
*Whoosh!*
Chen Jie extended his other hand and directly grabbed her sole.
One foot, soft and boneless, not even wearing a shoe, transmitted a warm touch through the stockings.
Yewa's pretty face flushed red, a mix of shame and anger flashing in her eyes. "You're seeking death!"
This body of hers belonged only to her master!
She raised her other foot, poised to kick Chen Jie.
The next second, Chen Jie lightning-fastly released her foot and slapped Yewa's lower abdomen.
With a loud bang.
Yewa's body was sent flying backward like a cannonball.
But before her body even hit the ground, Chen Jie had already caught up with lightning speed and grabbed her by the neck.
"You, you're actually this strong?" Yewa, with Chen Jie's hand around her neck, could barely breathe.
Her delicate, pretty face was contorted red.
A tumultuous wave surged in her heart.
It could be said that besides her master, no one was her match in her current state.
Back then, it was her sincere heart that melted her master's heart of stone, which led her master to make an exception and not use her as a cauldron.
At the same time, he taught her true ultimate techniques, making her a top-tier expert.
Now, her strength was almost on par with a Heavenly rank!
Yet, under Chen Jie's palm, she could faintly feel herself at a disadvantage.
"Killing you is like killing a chicken!" Chen Jie said indifferently.
"You... arrogant! You're not qualified to kill me!"
Yewa's expression turned angry. She turned around and suddenly snapped her fingers, shouting, "All of you, attack!"
Instantly, over a dozen scantily clad women in the room slowly walked towards Chen Jie.
With every step they took, a dull thud echoed on the ground.
Their bodies seemed to be made of metal!
Exuding a solid texture!
They were not illusions but real beings.
Yewa sneered, "These are my master's puppets. I call them the Twelve Golden Hairpins!"
"The twelve of them working together, even I am no match! No matter how strong you are, you will die today!"
The puppet dressed as a nurse advanced towards Chen Jie with mechanical steps, her hands outstretched.
Chen Jie's gaze sharpened. He reached out, grabbed her wrist, and twisted forcefully.
With a *crack*, the nurse puppet's wrist broke directly.
However, she continued to attack Chen Jie as if she felt no pain whatsoever.
Despite this, Yewa was still filled with shock.
These puppets had all been their master's cauldrons, eventually becoming soulless bodies.
And their master had used some secret method to temper every part of their bodies to be as hard as steel.
Yet, in Chen Jie's hands, they were easily broken.
"Still not dead?" Chen Jie twisted the nurse's head 180 degrees, but she still attacked Chen Jie.
Like undead zombies.
Yewa sneered, "Dead? You're thinking too much! They are immortal! Even if you tear them into pieces, they will still get up and kill you!"
Such an ability?
Chen Jie grabbed one of them, a four-eyed girl holding an English book, pulled her aside, and roughly stomped on her, studying her.
What?
Yewa's face changed drastically.
Her master's puppets were being toyed with by Chen Jie at will.
How was this possible!
"So that's how it is!"
After some investigation, Chen Jie finally understood the secret to their immortality.
It turned out that a simple formation had been implanted in their brains.
It was the formation that controlled their bodies.
"I've actually seen formations used by cultivators? Although very basic, it is indeed related to cultivation." Chen Jie mused, "It seems Yewa's master might know some cultivation techniques."
But compared to him, Chen Jie, there was still a vast difference.
Formations like these were invisible and intangible to others, but before Chen Jie, they were as transparent as a three-year-old child, with nowhere to hide.
Immediately, Chen Jie let out a soft shout, raised his hand and drew a few strokes in the air above the four-eyed girl's forehead, then casually pointed with his finger: "Break!"
*Whoosh!*
With a light sound, the four-eyed girl's body instantly became stiff and motionless.
"You, what did you do to my master's puppets? You scoundrel!" Yewa shouted, her face changing greatly.
"Your master refining these people into puppets is against the natural order. I'm merely helping your master reduce some of his karma."
With that said, Chen Jie followed suit, tapping the other puppets one by one.
Before long, all twelve Golden Hairpins collapsed, unable to move.
"You're seeking death! These are the puppets my master painstakingly refined! Quickly restore them, or my master will not spare you!" Yewa yelled angrily.
Although she said this, she was utterly shocked internally.
These puppets were her master's most proud creations.
Not only could they fight for him, but they could also earn money for him.
For example, by doing some jobs that only women could do.
Normally, if two puppets fought together, even she was no match for them.
But Chen Jie, without knowing what he did, with just a single finger, made them all lose their responsiveness!
How could she not be shocked?
"You are mistaken. Your master should be considering whether *I* will spare him!" Chen Jie walked up to her and grabbed her neck again.
"Kill me! I will not agree to do that filthy thing you have in mind!"
Yewa, seeing that Chen Jie hadn't killed her immediately, thought he had impure intentions towards her, and said with shame and anger.
"You? A wilting flower, and you think I'd take a liking to you? Dream on!" Chen Jie said disdainfully.
"You..."
Yewa was both ashamed and angry; she had been deeply struck.
Indeed, her appearance was far inferior to Lin Mengjiao's.
If Lin Mengjiao wasn't used as a cauldron by someone else after being taken back, her master would consider having Lin Mengjiao become his companion along with her.
Chen Jie asked, "Where is Lin Mengjiao?"
Yewa froze, realizing then that Chen Jie hadn't kept her because he desired her body.
But because of Lin Mengjiao.
"Heh, I've hidden her. If you let me go..."
*Slap!*
Before Yewa could finish speaking, Chen Jie slapped her awake. "Don't make conditions with me. That will only make you suffer more. Tell me, where is she."