Zhang Yuanqing's face immediately lit up with joy. The Thunder God Set was of an extremely high grade and would most likely remain useful through Level Eight or even Level Nine. He had become a Spirit Realm Walker far too recently; unlike veteran Sovereigns, he could not build up his foundation through cultivation. His greatest weakness was his lack of seniority.
Therefore, looting top-tier items was the best way to make up for that weakness.
Once the quality and number of his corpse puppets rose in the future, he could let them use the Purple-Gold Set and the Heaven-Worship Set while he wore the Thunder God Set himself.
One man, three Sovereigns—and with a clone on top of that. Other than shouting, "I want to fight ten!" Zhang Yuanqing could not think of any more fitting line.
"Let's put the set aside for now, Uncle. I ran into trouble." Zhang Yuanqing suppressed his delight and truthfully told his uncle everything that had happened with the seed.
His flamboyant uncle furtively glanced toward the living room, silently shut the door, and sighed.
"Chess depends on talent and experience. You're very good at breaking a deadlock, but a little weaker at laying out a plan. Still, having you play against Ling Tuo really was asking too much of you.
"But being good at breaking a situation while not being good at planning is actually a good thing for you, because it suits the Sun Lord better. The Sun Lord is all about charging in without thinking, just like a Fire Master."
Just like a Fire Master? Had I ended up becoming what I despised most? Zhang Yuanqing was full of complaints.
Uncle walked over to his nephew and vigorously slapped him on the shoulder. "Yo, yo, don't be scared. Useless Yuanzi, don't