Liu Gang spoke again. "Since this world has the internet, it must have been created by some transmigrator senior. Once I reach the Golden Pill realm and am safe enough, I'll go online every day and have fun too."
Unfortunately, he had no idea that everything he did was being livestreamed for Wenren Sheng to watch.
If Wenren Sheng wanted to scheme against this guy now, he could send the footage to some Golden Pill big shot at any time.
This guy's cultivation technique or treasure would surely be impossible to keep.
But Wenren Sheng had no such intention.
It wasn't that he was some saintly fool who did not want to harm others. It was simply that doing such a thing carried risks.
What if this guy had some kind of immortal system?
What if his Clone Technique had clones hidden elsewhere that could revive him?
In short, Wenren Sheng had no intention of robbing him yet.
He would rather keep observing like this. When the day came that this guy was nearly worn to death, and it was certain he no longer posed any threat, then Wenren Sheng could make a move and pick up his inheritance.
Then he continued watching.
A month later, the spirited youngster's clones increased from eight to sixteen, then from sixteen to thirty-two.
Naturally, the time required grew longer and longer, the spirit stone consumption increased, and the grade of spirit stones rose as well.
From miscellaneous-grade to low-grade, then mid-grade.
By the time he had thirty-two clones, his own cultivation had reached the sixth level of Qi Refinement.
Wenren Sheng was speechless.
This was simply too outrageous.
Someone at the eighth level of Qi Refinement also noticed that something was wrong with him.
His cultivation was advancing far too quickly.
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