Scholar

She merely held out her hands; her voice arrived before she did.

"You really are something else, original body. It took you this long to summon me out? Don't you know girls can't hold it in when they want it!"

Wu Ling instantly had countless complaints he wanted to voice, but when he remembered that she had ultimately been formed from a portion of his own soul, he suppressed them with the thought, We're both me, so neither of us gets to look down on the other.

After saying that, those jade-like hands gave a slight push, and a petite pink-haired loli emerged halfway from Wu Ling's shadow.

"Hey, original body, this is my first time. Can't you be gentler and give me a hand? Why do I have to crawl out by myself?"

Slap! (facepalm.gif)

Wu Ling covered his eyes with one hand, doing his best to calm the soul of his inner commentator.

"Is it too late to return this? I remember only maxing out my thirst for knowledge. Did I pick the wrong setting when splitting her off, or put points into the wrong stat?"

No matter how speechless Wu Ling was, a clone that had already been separated could not be remade from scratch. He simply stepped forward and helped pull her out.

"Mmm~ Be gentler, original body~"

Looking at her face, which was sixty percent similar to his own but more feminine, Wu Ling nearly ground his back teeth to dust.

"If you weren't really a girl, Xiao Lan would have died ten times over today before this was done, I'm telling you."

Xiao Lan: "confused face.gif."

"So the original body summoned me just to vent his anger? Then Third Sister was summoned to vent his lust? The original body has already become perverted enough to not even spare his clones. We'll be oppressed forever. Even if we fail the art exam, we won't get any comfort. In the end, even eating a piece of bread will get us squeezed dry by the original body. There's no future in being a clone anymore. Just wait for death."

As Xiao Lan muttered nonstop, Wu Ling strained himself and roared, "Xiao Lan, shut up! Learn from Xiao Hong. If you're not helping, then go cultivate!"

"Sigh, Clones shall never be slaves—unless the original body gives an order."

After Xiao Lan left, Wu Ling's female clone finally emerged successfully.

She was a little over one and a half meters tall, close to one sixty with shoes on. Her long pink hair fell to her waist, giving her a mischievous, impish air. If she stood beside Wu Ling now, strangers might take them for siblings at first glance.

The moment Wu Ling pulled out this bizarre clone, he immediately turned to leave. What he wanted most right now was some peace and quiet, but the female clone clearly had no intention of letting him have it.

"Yay, I'm out! Original body, give it to me, give it to me! Hurry and give me Medea's Spirit Ring! Give it to me, come on, come on! Hurry, hurry! Let me study it..."

Unable to endure her pestering any longer, Wu Ling stopped. The moment the clone saw him halt, she immediately fell silent, merely staring at him with big eyes and acting cute.

Wu Ling's clone used Charm on Wu Ling—super effective!

Looking at the clone acting cute, Wu Ling's anger seemed to fade considerably.

"Sigh, in the end, no one understands me better than myself. Your codename will be Scholar. From now on, I'll call you Xiao Fen."

Wu Ling rubbed Xiao Fen's head as a black Spirit Ring appeared and lit up.

As a purple cloak draped itself over Xiao Fen, she gained all of Medea's abilities and knowledge, and her entire bearing changed slightly.

"Alright, Xiao Fen. Medea is yours, but I'm assigning you six tasks. You can only research freely after you complete them."

"First, compare and analyze magical energy and Soul Power. Try to see whether Soul Power can be used to cast magecraft. It would be best if it works. If not, modify it and see whether Soul Power can accomplish something similar."

"Second, use the results of the first task to renovate our residence and turn it into a Workshop."

"Third, develop Reinforcement Magecraft for both the sword of my first Martial Soul and my body. It has to be the long-lasting kind."

"Fourth, I want you to research four cultivation methods. Since Tang San's Mysterious Heaven Skill from a wuxia world can be used, I believe you can create corresponding cultivation methods based on the human body. The four types will be beginner, intermediate, advanced, and an exclusive method researched according to the Martial Soul. For the fourth kind, just research one for me for now."

"Fifth, alchemy. It's too wasteful to eat those spirit herbs and immortal herbs directly. As a Witch, Medea surely knows how to brew potions. I'll provide the ingredients, and you'll help me make some potions."

"Sixth, after researching Soul Power, develop several weapons powered by Soul Power. Future Soul Tools will be your blueprint. I want Tang San's hidden weapons to have no room to shine at all."

"Xiao Fen, do you understand?"

Rather than feeling any pressure from these clearly arduous tasks, Xiao Fen became somewhat excited.

"As expected of the original body. It's eighty percent the same as what I had in mind."

Wu Ling thoroughly agreed with Xiao Fen's words. They shared one soul; though they differed in the details, their ultimate goals could not be too far apart. "As long as you understand. By the way, what were the other twenty percent?"

At the mention of that remaining twenty percent, Xiao Fen became a little more serious. "The other twenty percent? One is Oscar. I really want to study his food-type Martial Soul. What exactly is its composition, and what nutrients does it contain?"

"And you understand without me saying it, right? Didn't you use the excuse of foreseeing the future because you wanted to borrow Spirit Hall's vast resources to find him? He's an orphan with exceptional talent and a fairly sound mentality. Whether you take him in as a subordinate or reduce Tang San's group's strength, neither would be a bad approach."

"After all, considering Tang San's way of thinking, as the Pope's disciple, you've already earned yourself the 'path to death.'"

"As for the second, it's Bibi Dong. Although you, original body, are someone who respects your teacher, Bibi Dong feels more like a partner than a master in your heart. But don't forget—her goal is to destroy Spirit Hall. I need to make preparations for that as well."

It had to be said that she truly was worthy of being a clone Wu Ling had created by sacrificing combat ability and physical strength in exchange for enhanced curiosity and intelligence. Neither Xiao Lan nor Xiao Hong could match her meticulousness or well-organized plans.

Of course, Xiao Hong was a musclehead with a one-track mind, so he definitely could not compare. As for whether Xiao Lan had been hiding his abilities because of his negative personality, that was uncertain.

"Fine. Do as you see fit. But I have one condition: before you make a move, remember to tell me. I'll need to confirm the plan then."

Xiao Fen patted her chest, which had only gained the slightest curve after being possessed by Medea. "No problem. When the time comes, can't you just take me back in and know everything? So leave it to me."

Wu Ling nodded in deep agreement. Indeed, to prevent the memories from becoming too chaotic when he recalled his Clones, he took them back once every two or three days.

"Alright, go ahead and do it. As for cultivation, you don't need to bother with it for now. Let Xiao Hong and Xiao Lan work harder. Ordinary training is no longer very useful, so have them spend two-thirds of each day refining Soul Power instead."

"Then I'm off to do research. Bye-bye, original body!"

Watching Xiao Fen leave with the excitement of a child, Wu Ling smiled gently.

"Since my third Spirit Ring is ten thousand years old, my Soul Power Level directly reached level thirty-three. Then how long will it take to reach level forty this time..."