The cultivation technique Ling Tian used to create a clone had been given to him by Lingyun. Lingyun hadn't known Ling Tian would have multiple golden cores, so he hadn't considered this possibility. As a result, the little clone Ling Tian had condensed was just like an ordinary cultivator's clone and couldn't cultivate independently.
Only after Poxiong reminded him did Ling Tian realize what was wrong. But now, no matter how he tried to move his golden cores, he couldn't get them out of his dantian. After Poxiong teased him, the answer suddenly dawned on him: golden cores condensed inside the dantian. Unless you belonged to a special race, how could you take one out?
"Uh, Poxiong, do you have a way to merge a golden core into my clone?" Ling Tian scratched his head, looking embarrassed. "You're the most knowledgeable one around. You must know a way."
"Heh, so now you remember me? What were you doing before?" Poxiong pretended to look angry.
"Hehe, it was all my fault for acting on my own." Ling Tian offered an ingratiating smile, then said sheepishly, "You don't want my clone to be no different from an ordinary cultivator's, do you? If I get stronger, it'll make you look good too."
"That's true. Ha ha, fine. Since you're asking me, I'll tell you." Pleased by Ling Tian's praise, Poxiong was feeling rather smug. Seeing how impatient Ling Tian looked, he chuckled. "Heh, you little fool. You can be clever, but sometimes you're as dumb as a rock. I told you the clone you cultivated was similar to a Natal Dan Artifact. Don't you understand what 'Natal Dan Artifact' means?"
"Hm? A Natal Dan Artifact?" Ling Tian paused for a moment. Then his eyes lit up and he exclaimed, "Ha ha, I get