Master of Kaidan
Chapter 476 It’s Dead

Chapter 476: Chapter 476 It’s Dead

"Roll around! Roll around!"

"Jump! Jump high!"

"Ah, you’re so clumsy, how did you fall again!"

The child, holding a small stick like a commander, directed his little figurine to perform various actions. Feng Xue watched and then spoke,

"The roughness of the wooden figurine you made restricts the range of motion in the joints, making any action beyond that range stiff."

Hearing this, the child’s face immediately fell, and he looked at Feng Xue,

"How can I make the joints move more freely... um, and how can I make it like your figurine?"

Although the child thought his figurine was fun, compared to Feng Xue’s, which could fly, transform, and fuse, his was really lacking.

Hearing this, Feng Xue smiled and said,

"This isn’t something simple. You’ve taken so long to learn the basics; mastering it will probably take quite some more time!"

"It’s okay! I don’t have anything else to do usually anyway!"

The child stated nonchalantly. However, Feng Xue looked up at the sky and said,

"It’s getting late; you should head back home."

"I..." The child wanted to say he wouldn’t go back, but remembering how he was previously captured and confined after sneaking out, he couldn’t say it and could only unhappily hold his figurine.

Just as he was about to turn around, Feng Xue’s voice came from behind him—

"I’ll still be here at Chentang Pass for a few days. If you have time, you can come to learn from me. Of course, how much you learn before I leave is up to you!"

"Okay!" Upon hearing this, the child nodded vigorously, his face breaking into a childlike innocent smile, as if the previous scoldings, acupoint presses, and teachings had all been illusions.

Feng Xue wasn’t surprised by this reaction. She reached out, took a few steps, and returned to the same spot she had first met the child. As the child was looking at the outer wall of his house and about to leave, he turned back and asked,

"Hey, what’s your name?"

Feng Xue responded casually, "Me? I’m called Mo Ju; others call me Mystical Lord. And you?"

"I’m Nezha. Same place tomorrow, don’t miss it!"

"Understood!"

Feng Xue watched Nezha use the nearly two-dimensional Mixed Heaven Silk to open a path in the barrier, her lips slightly curled up. Turning around, she found a flyover, laid down a small blanket, pulled out an erhu, and began to play.

Wow! Not to mention, it’s quite profitable!

...

Nezha carefully looked around after climbing over the courtyard wall, confirming there were no servants nearby; he then hung the little figure on the red cord of his bellyband, skillfully avoided the main gate, and sneaked into his room through the window he left open.

He had plenty of toys—spinning drums, bamboo horses, bamboo swords—everything a child his age would play with. However, these toys often ended up damaged in his hands. It wasn’t that he couldn’t control his strength; he just didn’t particularly like them.

But the little figure he obtained today was different. Although the body he carved wasn’t as exquisite as Mo Ju’s, it filled him with a sense of accomplishment. He commanded the little figure to move around with his inherently powerful spirit while imagining it becoming more and more refined.

...

"Hey, Mo Ju, I’m here!" Nezha called out early in the morning, just after his dad left the house. He shrugged off the servants at home, climbed over the wall, and jumped out, only to feel a void in his heart when he saw no one at the base of yesterday’s wall.

Before he could feel disappointed, an unfamiliar voice came from one side:

"Why are you out so early? I thought you wouldn’t come out until the afternoon! Aren’t your parents worried about you running out alone?"

"My mom has gone to visit relatives! She won’t be back for at least three or four days." Nezha shrugged carelessly and then, mimicking Feng Xue, placed the little figure on his shoulder. However, due to his craftsmanship, the figure’s bottom wasn’t flat, and he had to deliberately shrug his shoulders to keep it steady.

Hearing Nezha’s words, Feng Xuexin felt somewhat reassured and soon took Nezha to a small courtyard rented with money earned from performing.

"Is this your house?" Nezha looked disdainfully at the messy little house, but Feng Xue shook his head:

"It’s just a temporary place to stay."

"It’s really too... never mind, let’s not talk about it. Teach me how to make more refined wooden figures!" Nezha was about to say more, but he was distracted by Feng Xue’s wooden figure that expertly performed routines after jumping down.

He had a rare delightful dream last night, imagining his own wooden figure pinning his dad down on a bench and spanking him!

"Okay, let’s start with how to use these tools. Don’t think it’s boring. If you knew how to polish, your little figure’s bottom wouldn’t be pointy!"

...

Nezha and Feng Xue spent three whole days together. Perhaps it was his extraordinary talent, perhaps it was the divine authority of Feng Xue’s teachings, or maybe Nezha genuinely loved the wooden figures. Almost every day, the appearance of Nezha’s wooden figure would change, becoming increasingly refined and lively to manipulate.

Although it was not yet capable of spirit communication like Mo Ju’s figure, it no longer required detailed commands—just a vague order was enough for smooth execution.

This transformation filled Nezha with a sense of achievement; he wouldn’t even think of going home if not for Feng Xue’s daily reminders.

"Little Wooden, when will you be like Mo Ju’s figure?" In the evening, after dinner, Nezha returned to his room, placed the wooden figure on the table, and watched its strange movements while muttering to himself when suddenly, his door was pushed open and his father’s voice followed—

"Nezha, what is in your room... what is this?!"

Hearing his father’s words, Nezha panicked momentarily, instinctively using his body to block the wooden figure. However, Li Jing, though only ordinary in cultivation and unable to transcend the mortal-immortal divide, had learned some Five Elements Escape Technique and naturally sensed the anomaly in Nezha’s room. Blocking him was impossible for Nezha’s small frame.

Before he could react, Li Jing had grabbed the tiny figure, and then...

"Waaaahhh!!! You crushed it!!!!"