Ling Tian's mental cultivation was already extremely high, so naturally, he could refine his clones very quickly. In just a few hundred years, the mental cultivation of the two clones would likely catch up with his other clones and his main body. With his understanding of the Samsara Soul Song, even without golden cores, his clones would probably be unrivaled in the Cultivation World.
Time flowed on. Ling Tian's main body refined his clones, while his clones either concocted pills or studied cultivation techniques. In the blink of an eye, another one or two hundred years passed.
One day, while Ling Tian was still cultivating, a crisp voice suddenly rang out. "Ling Tian, are you still concocting pills, you rascal?"
The voice arrived before its owner. Who else could speak so cheerfully besides Yao Yu?
"Sister Yu, you're here again. You've been coming almost every day lately." Ling Tian smiled at the newcomers. Seeing the women looking a little sheepish, he changed the subject. "I've spent over a thousand years concocting pills. I'm practically steeped in the rich scent of them now. Surely no one will suspect my identity anymore."
Perhaps because Ling Tian was nearing his ascension, Hua Min'er and the others had been visiting more often, almost every day. He knew they couldn't bear to part with him, so he understood. He, too, was filled with reluctance.
"Mm, that's true." Hua Min'er nodded, then said solemnly, "If you carry that sword case, too, and let your flying sword reveal its Wood Attribute aura, no one will suspect you."
"Alas, it's a pity I still haven't found a cultivation technique or secret art that can change my appearance the way I want." Ling Tian sighed theatrically, studying the three women's expressions to see if he could spot anything.
Sure