Puppet Master: Who Said Rotten Wood Cannot Become an Immortal?

Fang Huai raised his head and looked at the crowds of people approaching in the distance. There were sword cultivators walking with swords, martial artists running at ease, and Taoist priests standing in the wind. He turned around indifferently and pointed at the vegetation and rocks under him. "You, go and kill those brainless warriors." "You, shoot those chickens out of the sky." "You, distribute the bodies according to need and bury them as soon as possible. Don't waste them." ... Fang Huai, who had been reborn, looked at the body made of wood and wanted to cry without tears. "Others have their own systems for rebirth, but I have become a wooden person?" Fortunately, my cheap master is not normal either. "Meridians? Let's make do with hemp rope first." "Heart? I have the ancient secret technique to build a mechanical heart..." "Want to practice? First go find a hundred and eighty dragon veins to temper your broken body." Fang Huai: "Master, am I still a human being?" ... Humans, demons, gods and demons all have their own way to heaven. Most holy, the heart illuminates the sky.