Tang Yuehua in Hand, Splitting One Tang Yuehua into Two, and the Myriad Gods' Associations with the Anti-Magic Ninjas

Jiang Ce took Liu Erlong to the Mercenary Guild and registered a mercenary group in no time.

The moment he gave them the name, Liu Erlong rolled her eyes.

"The Anti-Magic Ninja Mercenary Group."

That bastard's twisted sense of humor was truly etched into his bones.

She grumbled, "Why not just call it the Phantom Dragon Mercenary Group?"

Jiang Ce replied with a perfectly straight face that they couldn't do that. The Phantom Dragon was a core tactic and had to remain secret. Only she and the others were allowed to enjoy it.

Ye Yingling stood to one side with her head lowered, pretending she didn't know the two of them, but the tips of her ears quietly turned red.

Once the registration was complete, Liu Erlong began sweeping the bounty board.

From hunting Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts to gathering rare ores, she took a whole heap of odd jobs. Even the easiest ones were Soul Emperor-level commissions.

The mercenaries filling the hall stared in astonishment.

A little over a month ago, Liu Erlong had only been a Soul Elder. Now she dared accept Soul Sage-level commissions?

Several old mercenaries whispered among themselves, keeping their voices low.

"Who's that man beside Liu Erlong? Anyone who dares take on Soul Sage-level commissions has to be at least a Soul Emperor."

"Whoever he is, stay away from them. You know what happened to Ma San's lot."

Liu Erlong put away the mission slips, then led the other two out of the Mercenary Guild.

Two mercenaries in the corner exchanged a glance and slipped out through a side door at the same time.

They crossed an alley and ducked into a courtyard in the eastern part of the city.

A crooked sign hung above the gate.

Blood Wolf Mercenary Group.

The leader, Blood Wolf, was leaning back in a tiger-skin chair, counting Gold Soul Coins. He was a sixty-fifth-level Battle Soul Emperor.

His deputy, Poison Scorpion, sat opposite him. He was a fifty-ninth-level Soul King, with a scar running from his brow to the corner of his mouth.

"Boss, Liu Erlong took a heap of commissions ranging from Soul Emperor to Soul Sage level. That man from yesterday is probably the one she's relying on."

Blood Wolf's fingers stopped counting.

Poison Scorpion toyed with his dagger, his scarred face twitching slightly. "A little over a month ago, that girl was still a Soul Elder. Now she dares take on these jobs. That stranger must be at least a Soul Emperor, and he could even be a Soul Sage."

Blood Wolf spoke slowly. "No matter how strong that man is, he's only one person. We'll ambush them outside Heaven Dou City and catch her off guard."

"Little Wolf kept an eye on her. She turned in a mission and then went to an auction house. She's carrying at least a million Gold Soul Coins. A fat sheep like that only comes along once in a lifetime."

At the other end of Heaven Dou City,

At the construction site for Moonlight Pavilion, Tang Yuehua was checking the materials list submitted by the craftsmen.

Two guards accompanied her. They were Seven-Ring Soul Sages sent by her father from the Clear Sky Sect.

She put down the list, told the guards to wait outside, and went upstairs alone to inspect the roof repairs.

When she opened the wooden door to the top-floor loft, three figures stood by the window.

Tang Yuehua stopped in her tracks.

Before she could say a word, the tall man turned into a mass of black liquid and lunged straight at her.

A sticky sensation poured down her throat. She tried to scream, but no sound came out.

A moment later, she came to her senses and saw two stunning women in black, skin-tight latex suits standing nearby, watching her.

There was a trace of pity in Liu Erlong's gaze.

It wasn't sympathy, but the look one gave someone else who'd just jumped into a pit.

Tang Yuehua opened her mouth to call for the guards, only to see a great mass of black liquid surge from her body,

wrapping her tightly from her neck to her ankles.

Her dress was broken down and replaced by a suit of jet-black latex,

which outlined her slender yet shapely figure in every detail.

Black tendrils coiled around her hands and feet, lifting her into the air and binding her in place.

The suit clung tightly to every inch of her skin, as if countless warm hands were stroking her all at once.

"Heh heh, not bad. What a fine mount. Great figure, too."

Tang Yuehua trembled with shame, but her limbs were firmly locked in place and wouldn't budge.

"Little mount, do you want to change your fate? Do you want power?"

"You don't want to spend your whole life with nothing but Innate Soul Power at level nine, trapped in a cage that keeps you from cultivating, do you?"

Tang Yuehua's struggles abruptly stopped.

Cultivate?

Of course she wanted to. She dreamed of it.

As a direct descendant of the Clear Sky Sect, she came from a clan whose Clear Sky Hammer was the greatest tool-type Martial Soul in the world.

Her two older brothers, Tang Xiao and Tang Hao, were both geniuses.

But she was the exception.

Her Martial Soul had mutated into a useless Noble Ring with no offensive power, and her Innate Soul Power was forever stuck at level nine.

She would never forget the way the elders looked at her.

Their regretful gaze, as if she were a defective product, mixed with their sighs that it was a shame to waste such a fine bloodline.

In the Clear Sky Sect, where the strong ruled, a useless person stuck at level nine for life had only one value: marriage to forge an alliance.

Unwilling to accept that fate, she had come alone to Heaven Dou City to establish Moonlight Pavilion, hoping to prove that members of the Clear Sky Sect were more than just their Clear Sky Hammers.

But she had run into obstacles at every turn, struggling to make even the smallest progress.

"If you want it, just nod. If you don't—well, you don't have the right to refuse, either."

Liu Erlong raised an eyebrow. That really was just like him.

Unwillingness still burning in her heart, Tang Yuehua slowly nodded.

"Good. Feel the power you have now."

A flood of complicated information poured into her mind like cream filling a puff pastry. Tang Yuehua's eyes flew wide open.

She raised her hands, power she had never felt before surging through her palms.

Her physical attributes had all been enhanced fivefold.

Her speed, strength, defense, Mental Power, recovery, and everything else were all skyrocketing.

Hundreds of skills lined her consciousness, ready to be called upon at any moment.

She looked down at the writhing layer of black latex covering her, her voice trembling.

The Venom Symbiote that had parasitized her was equivalent to a fifty-thousand-year Soul Beast in age.

A fifty-thousand-year Soul Beast.

That was equivalent to a Soul Douluo.

Tang Yuehua's heart skipped a beat.

A Soul Douluo?

She, a useless person with Innate Soul Power permanently stuck at level nine, now possessed Soul Douluo-level combat strength?

And devouring a Ten-Thousand-Year-level Soul Beast could return two hundred years' worth of Soul Beast age in Soul Power.

That was equivalent to three or four months of hard cultivation.

But unfortunately, she still couldn't cultivate yet."

"Cultivating is easy enough."

Jiang Che once again poured some relevant information into Tang Yuehua's mind.

Although some Immortal Herbs, such as the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well's Aromatic Silk Beauty, had been eaten,

many unrecorded immortal herbs remained.

Jiang Ce possessed these plants and felt the power of the Immortal Herbs.

By comparing them with the effects of the herbs already recorded in the original story, which Liu Erlong, Ye Yingling, and Medusa had used,

Jiang Ce had already learned the effects of all the other Immortal Herbs.

Seven-Colored Moon Orchid could purify a harmful mutation; Vermilion Jade Spirit Fruit could replenish the foundation of one's Soul Power; Star Blue Butterfly Grass, combined with Ice Heart Snow Lotus, could refine Mental Power and stabilize the mind.

Emerald Jade Marrow Flower and Golden Stamen Soul-Returning Grass strengthened the soul, while a Nine-Colored Lotus could break the limits of a Martial Soul and make it evolve.

Tang Yuehua's harmful mutation was, at its core, a flaw in her Martial Soul Origin. He had plenty of ways to change it.

Tang Yuehua looked at Ye Yingling in disbelief.

Was this young woman about her age the Ye Clan's Nine-Heart Begonia?

No matter how many Soul Rings she added, she'd only had one skill.

Now her Martial Soul had evolved into Nine-Heart Begonia: Sacred Chant. She was a Four-Ring Soul Ancestor, and her Second Soul Ring was black—a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring.

Tang Yuehua looked down at her hands, then at the skin-tight latex suit covering her.

At first, she'd thought she'd met with disaster. She never imagined this would be the greatest opportunity of her life.

"Now you're a member of the Anti-Magic Ninja Mercenary Group."

"Yes..." Tang Yuehua hesitated, unsure what to call Jiang Ce.

"Like Lingling, call me teacher."

"...Yes, teacher."

"Come with me. I'll see how you do before deciding when to fix your Martial Soul."

Tang Yuehua nodded.

She understood the weight of this bargain very well.

The Symbiote's parasitic state alone had already given her Soul Douluo-level strength. Fixing her Martial Soul was an additional gift.

"Congratulations. You have another student," Liu Erlong said.

"Hello," Ye Yingling greeted her as well.

"This is your eldest senior sister, Liu Erlong, and your second senior sister, Ye Yingling."

"Greetings, senior sisters."

Tang Yuehua greeted them properly, her gaze lingering for an instant on the two women's black latex suits.

The suits outlined their ample curves in every detail,

and she herself was now tightly wrapped in the same kind of suit.

Her ears grew warm. It was so embarrassing.

And the teacher had said that he and she were connected in mind and spirit.

He could feel every reaction she had.

"All right, it's settled. Let's leave for now."

Tang Yuehua hesitated. "Teacher... I founded Moonlight Pavilion. If I leave just like this, what'll happen to it?"

She knew she ought to leave with Jiang Ce, but Moonlight Pavilion was the first achievement she'd built up all by herself. She was unwilling to abandon it just like that.

Liu Erlong and Ye Yingling exchanged a glance, admiration in their eyes.

Although Ye Yingling's Martial Soul had a flaw, at least she could still cultivate.

Tang Yuehua truly was stuck at level nine for life, yet she'd still managed to establish Moonlight Pavilion under those circumstances. That was no small feat.

"Isn't that simple?"

Jiang Ce sent a piece of information into Tang Yuehua's mind: the Soul Skill, Fission.

She could split off half of her cultivation and Soul Beast age to create an independent body, then move her consciousness freely between the two bodies.

"Can I really do that?"

"Try it and see. With the Symbiote's fivefold enhancement, you should be able to control one body. Besides, I'll leave a piece of my own split body inside your clone to stabilize it."

Tang Yuehua closed her eyes, and the black skin-tight suit covering her began to writhe violently.

A mass of black liquid broke away and slowly took shape beside her, forming the outline of another body.

Its skin was as fair as snow, its curves graceful and exquisite.

A second, fully human body stepped out of the black latex.

"Not bad, not bad." Jiang Ce nodded in satisfaction.

Tang Yuehua's clone opened her eyes. Looking at the original body across from her felt incredibly strange, and she couldn't help reaching out to touch it.

Her Mental Power was too weak. Even with the Symbiote's fivefold enhancement, she still couldn't coordinate two bodies very well.

She wouldn't be able to control both bodies at once for a while.

Then a cool breeze swept by. She looked down and saw that her newly formed clone was completely naked, and she was instantly mortified.

She hurriedly covered her chest and thighs with both hands, blushing from her neck to the tips of her ears.

"What are you afraid of? He'll have his way with you sooner or later." Liu Erlong folded her arms across her chest and curled her lip.

Tang Yuehua grew even more embarrassed. Was she really going to have to serve her teacher, too?

"Heh heh, what are you afraid of, little Yuehua?"

Half the black liquid on Tang Yuehua's original body flowed off again, spilling onto the clone and wrapping around her naked body.

An identical black skin-tight latex suit.

Tang Yuehua only felt even more awkward. Both bodies were tightly wrapped in latex, and the sensations from each overlapped in her consciousness.

Double the embarrassment, double the excitement.

Jiang Ce, meanwhile, was extremely satisfied.

It looked like the plan had worked.

Fission really was his proudest ability.

From now on, the Anti-Magic Ninja Mercenary Group could keep expanding its ranks.

Liu Erlong, Ye Yingling, and Tang Yuehua could all split off clones the same way and cultivate them anew.

Then they'd have an army made up of god-level powerhouses.

The thought was too wonderful.

"All right, keep building Moonlight Pavilion, but revise its rules. I'll tell you what to do later."

"Leave this clone here to get used to things. The original body will come with us."

"Yes. Thank you, Teacher."

The black bodysuit clinging to Tang Yuehua's body suddenly tightened. She bit her lip, not daring to make a sound.

Jiang Ce led Liu Erlong, Ye Yingling, and Tang Yuehua's main body out through the front door, vanishing as though they had melted into the air.

Tang Yuehua knew this was an ability her teacher had gained by devouring a Soul Beast skilled in disguise. Even a Super Douluo couldn't see through it.

She stayed alone in the attic, looking at her newly born clone, then raising her eyes to the window.

Prove herself?

There was no such thing as a free lunch, especially when the opportunity she'd received was enough to change her fate.

If she'd remained the same vase with a lifelong rank-nine limit, who would have cared if she wanted to offer herself?

Her resolve grew even firmer—

A disciple serving her teacher was only right and proper.

"That's a very nice thought."

The voice from deep within her consciousness spoke again, carrying a trace of teasing amusement.

Then,

Black tentacles immediately bound her clone once more.

"T-Teacher—"

"You and I share the same thoughts, after all. Now let me share your body, too—think of it as a practical training session for your main body."

"Come on. Eat this Ten-Thousand-Year Whale Glue."

"Mm—" Tang Yuehua bit down hard on her lip.

It seemed her internship would begin with her clone, starting today.

But her teacher had actually given her Ten-Thousand-Year Whale Glue!

Would she be put through this for a long time?

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