Soul-Splitting Gu Cultivation

While the group was buzzing with activity, only Wang Dong'er was feeling puzzled. Her brain raced, yet she couldn't make heads or tails of it, eventually turning her focus to the chat group.

[Dong'er is Not a Girl: I don't get it, why is there a girl who looks exactly like me at the 7 minute 21 second mark?]

[Xiao Who Plays the Flute: ?]

[Xiao Who Plays the Flute: Wow, Wang Dong, do you have a twin sister or younger sister?]

[Revenge Girl: Is that so? Let me go check.]

With that hint, everyone's curiosity was piqued. They scrolled back to examine the footage; it had just been a fleeting, ordinary clip that hadn't caught the attention of the onlookers before.

Watching the developments in the chat, Chu Mo was already laughing inwardly. That's right, this was intentional—how else could he trigger the next topic?

He had already prepared his explanation for how to describe the other party's situation, just waiting for them to ask. As long as the chat group heated up, he would drop another bombshell. Today, he had to boost the chat group's experience bar by two-thirds.

If he wanted a faction to stand out, it definitely needed a gimmick. He had been thinking about this on the road earlier.

He could sell the medicinal pills refined by Xiao Lv, but that wasn't quite enough. Even if they were highly effective, if others bought them in bulk, they would only view him as a pill sect, which wouldn't do.

He had to become omnipotent; he couldn't be lacking anywhere. The systems and facilities had to keep up, too. Human hearts are fickle, and there are plenty of people who act one way to your face and another behind your back. How could he ensure there would be no betrayal?

He would need the chat group to help him produce some treasures related to heart-probing or oaths.

After briefly pondering his own affairs, the chat group began to buzz with messages again.

[Xiao Who Plays the Flute: Damn, it's true.]

[Revenge Girl: I see it. They really look like they were cut from the same mold. Twins.]

[Grilled Fish Girl: They are both indeed very pretty.]

[Dong'er is Not a Girl: But! But I don't have an older or younger sister at all!]

Wang Dong'er's reaction was not much different from Meng Hongchen's. She had already been somewhat triggered by a girl constantly confessing to her earlier, and now, seeing someone who looked identical to her, she felt even more at a loss and a bit indignant.

[Dong'er is Not a Girl: Is this crappy chat group broken? Did an error occur?]

Seeing that the atmosphere was just right, Chu Mo gave a light cough and spoke up brilliantly.

[Chu Mo: Hehe, of course there is no error. There are two reasons why the other person looks like you.]

[Dong'er is Not a Girl: There are two reasons for this? Don't try to fool me. If you dare to lie to me, I won't talk to you for a month!]

[Xiao Who Plays the Flute: Don't be anxious, Wang Dong. Let's hear the reasons from the group owner first.]

[Chu Mo: Hehe, actually, soul beasts can reshape their faces at will when they transform, so it's not strange for them to look like someone else.]

Seeing this, Wang Dong'er's small face stiffened slightly, and she fell into thought: A transformed soul beast?

[Revenge Girl: Since they can reshape their faces, they could just shape themselves into Wang Dong. Why is there a second reason?]

[Chu Mo: Hehe, the second reason is, of course, that the other party possesses a wisp of your soul.]

[Dong'er is Not a Girl: ? I'm incomplete?]

[Cat Who Controls Speed: A soul?]

[Revenge Girl: There's such a hidden story?]

[Xiao Who Plays the Flute: Uh, why?]

The most shocked among them was Zhu Zhuqing. Who was Tang Wutong?

She was the child of a God King, cherished from the moment she was born.

Even the God King of Destruction, who was at odds with Tang San and the others, doted on Tang Wutong because he had no children of his own.

If you said now that she was missing a wisp of her soul despite the care of so many gods and God Kings, who would believe it!

"Zhuqing, what's wrong?"

Beside her, Xiao Wu saw her expression and confirmed she was very agitated. Knowing something must have happened, she hurriedly asked.

Zhu Zhuqing was slightly stunned. Tang Wutong's mother was right here; couldn't she just ask her?

"That, Xiao Wu..."

Would she get electrocuted again?

Just as she opened her mouth to speak, a flash of insight hit her, and she recalled the scene from not long ago. She closed her mouth again.

Although they were good sisters and it was normal to look at each other, it would be very embarrassing if her clothes were ruined by electricity.

Xiao Wu was left confused by this strange behavior and tilted her head to ask.

"What's wrong?"

Zhu Zhuqing bit her red lips, then shook her head and changed the subject.

"Um, nothing. I just thought about our past experiences and felt a bit sentimental."

Once the past was mentioned, Xiao Wu began to reminisce, lying on the bed and looking at the ceiling of the boudoir.

"Yeah, back then we were always playing around, participating in soul fighting tournaments and soul master competitions. Every day was so happy."

Seeing that the topic had been successfully diverted, Zhu Zhuqing breathed a sigh of relief and asked with a smile.

"Hehe, aren't you happy now?"

"That's not exactly it; it's just that Third Brother has been acting strange lately, constantly avoiding me, and I've been dreaming of Xiao Qi every single day."

Xiao Wu shook her head, her pink hair splayed across the bed, a hint of tenderness appearing on her face.

It would be a miracle if she weren't worried about her daughter not being by her side; what if she brought home some blonde-haired brat one day? What would she do then?

"Hehe."

Hearing this, Zhu Zhuqing covered her mouth, quietly acting as a listener, though her gaze was fixed on the Chat Group.

[Chu Mo: Do you know where the Demon Puppet that Ya drew came from?]

[Dong'er is Not a Girl: If you have something to say, just say it. If you can't, then get lost. Stop playing coy!]

In the Freshman Dormitory, Wang Dong'er, who hadn't had time to wash up or change, sat quietly on her bed waiting for messages, only to receive this one.

Her temper flared instantly!

This was a matter of great importance to her, yet Chu Mo was still playing coy and asking rhetorical questions, so she retorted in anger.

[Chu Mo: Oh my, alright, alright.]

[Chu Mo: It actually comes from a cultivation world, and cultivation worlds are rich in all sorts of techniques, one of which is called the Soul Splitting Gu Raising Technique.]

[Chu Mo: You split your three souls and seven spirits to cultivate them separately, and when the time comes, the main body devours the other two to become even stronger.]

[Ice Frog is Stronger than Poison Frog: A cultivation world? Are there other worlds too?]

[Dong'er is Not a Girl: So what? What does this have to do with the fact that the other party has a wisp of my soul?]

Wang Dong'er didn't see it, but the other onlookers had already guessed what Chu Mo was implying.

[Revenge Girl: In other words, Wang Dong'er is also cultivating a similar technique, and she has also split into three bodies, right?]

[Xiao Who Plays the Flute: Then why, if she is cultivating this, does Wang Dong not know she is doing so?]

[Grilled Fish Girl: Could it be that Wang Dong is...]

[Chu Mo: That's right, Wang Dong'er is just one of the clones, nothing more than nourishment for the main body.]

[Dong'er is Not a Girl: How is that possible!]

This message struck like a bolt of lightning, hitting Wang Dong'er's heart; all she could hear was the heavy thumping of her own pulse.

Her eyes turned red instantly, and a tear traced a path from the corner of her eye, down her cheek to her chin, before dripping onto her arm.

"Wang Dong, Wang Dong, are you alright?"

Huo Yu'er, who was changing her clothes, saw her state and realized something was terribly wrong, so she adjusted her clothes and hurried over.

"I—I'm fine."

Wang Dong'er said, choking back sobs as she wiped her eyes.

There was no way she was fine, no matter how you looked at it. Huo Yu'er began to sigh inwardly; it was all her own fault for having a loose tongue, otherwise, things wouldn't have ended up like this.