The Soldier King Becomes a Useless Little Girl-Chapter 347 - 345: Child Version Gui Hu

What a pity, Monk Jun is an Imperial Censor under Emperor Longteng’s command. If only he belonged to the Taichang Temple.

Monk Jun is relatively approachable. If you ask him, he will surely agree.

Since the parting in Ping’an County, Xin Lin wondered whether Monk Jun had already returned to Purple Cloud City.

Xin Lin pondered to herself.

"Just offer more incense money, that’s all."

Xin Lin said nonchalantly.

Beside her, Murong Ziyue held back what she wanted to say.

She really wanted to remind Xin Lin that places like the Taichang Temple couldn’t be dealt with just by offering incense money.

When Xin Lin returned to the Water Wraith Gang, it was already late at night. She had made a racket in the Chu Mansion all day and was exhausted. She fell into bed and went straight to sleep.

Xin Lin’s sleep was deep and heavy. When she woke up, it was already early morning.

There was still some time before the Taichang Temple would open its doors. Xin Lin energized herself, and the Fu Xi’s Energy within her was abundant.

She glanced at the Ancient Sword on the side table and thought back to her frustration when facing the nine Yin Sha.

Thinking of Gui Hu’s disdainful look when he forced back several Yin Sha with a blink of an eye and casually threw down the words "dream on," the miniature Xin Lin within her couldn’t help but clench her little fists.

"I will strive! I must become stronger! Someday, I will beat the Pride Corpse until they’re searching for their teeth everywhere."

The Ghost God First Form had shone brilliantly during the Zixiao Palace Exam.

But after facing the Yin Sha, Xin Lin realized that relying solely on her "Ghost God Breaking Army" punch was far from enough.

She must quickly cultivate the Ghost God Fist Second Form, so that she can wring more powerful kung fu from the Pride Corpse. Moreover, she must also put effort into mastering Spirit Art.

Xin Lin thought it over and decided to cultivate Mystical Skill in the mornings and practice Spirit Art at night, before her business with the Chu Mansion was done.

Xin Lin arranged this for a reason.

Under normal use, the Fu Xi’s Energy within her was only enough to practice the Ghost God First Form a few times.

Once depleted, it would take at least a day to recover.

Only at night could she restore some of the Fu Xi’s Energy; after another night, she would recover some more the next day.

Xin Lin rummaged through her room, searching until she found the wooden puppet that Gui Hu had given her before.

Gui Hu, that guy, had also disappeared without a trace recently, and with him, the Overlord Egg had vanished.

Xin Lin had not yet asked what purpose the wooden puppet served.

She turned the puppet over and examined it, but there was no record of how to cultivate the Ghost God Fist Second Form on it.

After a moment’s hesitation, she infused some of the Fu Xi’s Energy into the puppet.

The moment the pale golden Fu Xi’s Energy flowed into the wooden puppet,

The originally half-palm-sized little puppet quickly grew in size.

Its features gradually became clear, and its body grew substantially taller. In just a few breaths, the puppet transformed into a lifelike boy.

The boy was about half a head taller than Xin Lin, with brows sharply defined, and his features high and deep. His eyes were a deep azure blue - it was Gui Hu at the age of ten.

Even at about ten years old, Little Guihu was already quite enviable.

Even his demeanor was the same as the later Gui Hu – expressionless and arrogantly confident.

Xin Lin walked around the child-version of Gui Hu, clicking her tongue in wonder. Unable to resist, she tiptoed and pinched Little Guihu’s face.

"Click, click, Little Huhu, you are much cuter when you don’t talk than when you do."

No sooner had Xin Lin pinched Little Guihu’s face than she discovered that it felt very comfortable to touch, just like a dough ball.