During the Sacrifice, I Turned the Grandmaster into a Puppet

Before the sacrificial blade fell, Wen Zhaoye secretly altered one of the bloodlines.

She had spent ten years as a puppet servant of the Qianque Sect and three years restoring the body of its founding patriarch, only for her own sect to send her to the sacrificial altar. She didn't want to die, so she borrowed the patriarch's hand and broke the wrist of the elder wielding the blade.

Who could have guessed that Xie Wugou, the patriarch from three hundred years ago, would awaken?

He refused to be her puppet, and an old nail that could kill him was still embedded in his chest. She could repair his body, but she couldn't break the bloodline that made them share each other's pain.

One wanted to reclaim his life lamp, the other wanted to stay alive. They had no choice but to use each other and flee the sect.

Once outside the mountains, Wen Zhaoye had only seven coins to her name. As luck would have it, the Puppet Guild posted a notice offering a high price for ancient puppets.

She looked at the notice, then at the patriarch beside her.

Xie Wugou sneered. "Go ahead and try selling me."

Later, she really did open her own puppet workshop and earn a fortune. She also found herself less and less willing to let Xie Wugou leave.

But the thing he hated most was being tethered to someone by a single thread.