Henry Parker burst out laughing: “Haha! Master, since when did you start diagnosing illnesses? Didn’t you say puppet arts work on the brain? Why are you checking her wrist now, what’s with this act?”

“Hehe!” James Clark laughed awkwardly, “Is that how you talk to your Master? Looking for a beating, aren’t you? I’m just taking her pulse, seeing if she’s got any other injuries.”

“Obviously just trying to look cool! Calling it pulse-taking? Show-off!” Henry Parker muttered, then asked, “Master, is there any hope for her? She’s so pretty, it’d be a shame if she died!”

“It’s very troublesome! I’m not confident either. Her consciousness is being controlled by a puppet worm in her brain. We have to lure the worm out and then slowly nurse her back to health. Otherwise, if too much time passes and the puppet worm loses control, it’ll eat her brain hollow. By then, even a Da Luo Golden Immortal couldn’t save her.” James Clark analyzed.

“So what do we do? Is there any way to lure out the puppet worm?” Henry Parker asked.

“I’ll need your help for that!”

“Me? How can I help?”

“Although there are many types of puppet worms, most of them love fresh blood. You just need to let out some blood, and I’ll use a technique to send the scent into her brain, lure the puppet worm out, and then use Yimu spiritual energy to slowly heal her.”

“My blood again? Why is it always mine?”

“If not yours, should I use Master’s? Or do you want to be the Master? Anyway, you’re a blood clan, losing a few pounds of blood is nothing to you—you’ll recover in no time. Master is different, you know.” James Clark grinned lewdly, thinking, “Your blood contains Jiuli holy blood, which is the best tonic for those worms. Whose else would I use if not yours?”

“Alright, for the sake of a beauty, I’ll sacrifice myself this once.” Henry Parker said righteously.

James Clark didn’t say more. He condensed his energy into a blade and made a small cut on Henry Parker’s wrist. “In a moment, when you see something strange come out, move her away immediately, got it? Also, stick this talisman of warding on her. That way, once the puppet worm comes out, it can’t get back in. Timing is crucial—stick the talisman the moment it appears.” James Clark instructed.

He dipped some blood and drew a symbol on his palm, then placed it by the girl’s ear. Channeling his energy, a faint blood-red light with specks of gold followed the girl’s ear and entered inside.

Moments later, a rustling sound came from her ear, and a golden, silkworm-like worm about an inch long and as thick as a chopstick slowly crawled out. Even stranger, the golden worm had a pair of wings on its back, thinner than cicada wings, shimmering with golden light and fluttering constantly. As soon as the golden worm emerged, it turned into a streak of golden light and shot toward James Clark’s palm.

James Clark immediately signaled to Henry Parker with his eyes. The golden worm suddenly sensed danger and stopped just an inch from James Clark’s palm, trying to retreat. But it was too late—this was a planned ambush, and Henry Parker was quick. The golden worm was bounced back by the red light of the warding talisman and fell into a jade bottle in James Clark’s hand.

James Clark looked astonished and couldn’t help exclaiming, “Six-winged Golden Silkworm! Six-winged Golden Silkworm! It really is a Six-winged Golden Silkworm! Which bastard actually turned such a treasure into a puppet worm? What a waste! Such a prodigal!”

Seeing James Clark so out of sorts, Henry Parker couldn’t help but ask, “What’s this Six-winged Golden Silkworm? Why are you so happy?”

James Clark replied with a smile, “Go! Stick a few wood spirit talismans by that girl’s side. She should wake up in a few hours. The Six-winged Golden Silkworm is a top-tier spiritual creature in the world, but it’s really not suitable as a puppet worm. Once we’re done here, I’ll explain it all to you!” James Clark was clearly very pleased.

“Master, it’s all done.”

“Mm! Not bad! These wood spirit talismans are drawn quite well, and the spirit-gathering array is set up decently too!” James Clark was in a great mood and, for once, praised Henry Parker. “Looks like you’ve really been studying hard lately!”

Henry Parker said with a wry smile, “Master, when that beauty wakes up, please don’t say it was me, or I’ll be so embarrassed!”

“Oh?” James Clark’s eyes rolled, “Alright then, Master will have something to ask of you later, so don’t refuse!”

Henry Parker quickly nodded and patted his chest, “Master’s business is my business. Just say the word, and I’ll go through fire and water for you. By the way, you said that was a Six-winged Golden Silkworm—what is it exactly? It only has one pair of wings!”

“The Six-winged Golden Silkworm is a top-tier spiritual creature, an ancient and rare species. A pair only lays one egg every thousand years, and it takes a hundred years to hatch into a larva. The newborn larva is weak and has only one pair of wings; it only grows three pairs—six wings—when it matures. A mature Six-winged Golden Silkworm is terrifyingly powerful: it can fly through the heavens and burrow through the earth, reaching the highest skies and the deepest underworld. It’s ferocious by nature, but not very intelligent and loves to kill.

It’s said that during the ancient War of the Gods, the Six-winged Golden Silkworm was nearly wiped out—adults were made into magical treasures, and larvae were kept as pets. After the war, most of the great masters perished, and the Six-winged Golden Silkworm disappeared from the world.”