In a certain endless mountain range, a stone cave more than ten zhang wide lay a thousand zhang beneath the ground.
Shi Yue sat cross-legged on a Green Pillow. His face was pale, his clothes tattered, and his body covered in wounds, with flesh and blood a mangled mess. His blood was black.
Xiaoyaozi stood beside him, brows furrowed.
Jin'er stood nearby, her face full of worry.
"Boy, that was close! You almost took a hit to the heart. You're one lucky man."
Shi Yue let out a soft breath. A relieved look appeared on his pale face as he said, "Heh, fortune favors those who brave danger. I never expected Ximen Sheng to be so difficult to kill, or to have a Protective Magic Treasure. If I hadn't had two sword pills, I really couldn't have pulled it off. Most importantly, if this assassination had failed and Ximen Sheng had made it back to his lair, I wouldn't have been able to kill him anytime soon. What worries me now is that he might have a clone. If he does, everything I've done will have been for nothing."
"Foolish boy, there's no need to worry. Forget Nascent Soul Realm cultivators—even those Void Refining Stage cultivators might not be able to refine a clone. Take that old Black Lotus, for example. I'm certain he doesn't have one. Refining a clone is no easy feat. You only have a chance of refining one at the Nascent Soul Realm because you have two Nascent Souls. As for Ximen Sheng, that's only possible if he has two Nascent Souls as well."
"I see. Looks like I was worrying for nothing. Still, as long as I can cure Yin'er, taking this risk was worth it. I'll remember the Yinmo Sect. If I get the