Tang Yuehua in Hand, One Tang Yuehua Splits, Myriad Gods Associate with Anti-Magic Ninja

Jiang Ce took Liu Erlong to the Mercenary Guild and registered a mercenary group in a flash.

When the name was submitted, Liu Erlong rolled her eyes on the spot—

"Anti-Magic Ninja Mercenary Group."

This bastard's depraved sense of humor was truly carved into his bones.

She retorted, "You might as well have just called it the Phantom Dragon Mercenary Group."

Jiang Ce said with a straight face that wouldn't do; the Phantom Dragon was their core tactic and had to be kept secret—it was something only they could "consume."

Ye Yingling stood to the side, head bowed, pretending not to know these two, though the tips of her ears had quietly turned red.

Once the registration was complete, Liu Erlong began scouring the bounty board for missions.

From hunting ten-thousand-year soul beasts to gathering rare ores, she accepted a whole pile of miscellaneous tasks, the lowest difficulty of which was at the Soul Emperor level.

The mercenaries in the hall watched, dumbfounded—

Just over a month ago, Liu Erlong was only a Soul Grandmaster; now she dared to take on Soul Saint-level contracts?

Several veteran mercenaries whispered to each other, their voices kept extremely low.

"Who is that man beside Liu Erlong? To dare take a Soul Saint-level commission, he must be at least a Soul Emperor."

"Regardless of who he is, stay away. You know what happened to Ma San and his lot."

Liu Erlong tucked away the mission orders, took the two of them, and turned to walk out the gates of the Mercenary Guild.

In the corner, two mercenaries exchanged a glance and slipped out through a side door simultaneously.

The two traversed dark alleys and ducked into a courtyard in the East City.

A crooked sign hung on the courtyard gate—

Blood Wolf Mercenary Group.

The leader, Blood Wolf, a level 65 Battle Soul Emperor, was leaning back in a tiger-skin chair counting gold coins.

The deputy leader, Poison Scorpion, a level 59 Soul King, sat opposite him, a scar running from his brow bone to the corner of his mouth.

"Boss, Liu Erlong accepted a pile of Soul Emperor to Soul Saint-level missions. She's likely relying on that man from yesterday."

Blood Wolf's fingers, busy counting gold coins, came to a halt.

Poison Scorpion toyed with a dagger, his scarred face twitching slightly: "That little wench was only a Soul Grandmaster a month ago. Now she dares to take such jobs; that stranger is at least a Soul Emperor, perhaps even a Soul Saint."

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

"Little Wolf has been watching; she went to the auction house after picking up the missions. She's carrying at least a million Gold Soul Coins. A fat sheep like this—if we miss her, we'll never see another chance in this lifetime."

On the other side of Heaven Dou City, At the construction site for the Moon Pavilion, Tang Yuehua was verifying the material list submitted by the craftsmen.

She was accompanied by two guards, level 70 Soul Saints sent by her father from the Clear Sky Sect.

She set down the list, instructed the guards to keep watch outside, and went upstairs alone to inspect the progress of the roof repairs.

Pushing open the wooden door to the top-floor attic, she found three figures standing by the window.

Tang Yuehua's footsteps faltered.

Before she could even open her mouth, the tall man transformed into a mass of pitch-black liquid and lunged straight at her.

A viscous sensation poured down her throat; she tried to scream, but no sound could escape her throat.

A moment later, she regained her senses and found those two stunning women in black skin-tight latex suits standing to the side, watching her.

There was a trace of pity in Liu Erlong's eyes—

It wasn't sympathy, but rather the look one gives someone else who has just jumped into a pit.

Tang Yuehua opened her mouth to call for her guards, only to see a massive glob of pitch-black liquid surge from her own body, tightly wrapping her from her neck down to her ankles.

Her dress was dismantled and replaced by a set of ink-black skin-tight latex, outlining her slender yet exquisite figure with absolute clarity.

Black tentacles coiled around her limbs, suspending her in mid-air, clinging tightly to every inch of her skin as if countless warm hands were caressing her all at once.

"Heh heh, a very fine mount. A wonderful figure."

Tang Yuehua trembled with shame, but her limbs were locked firmly in place, unable to move a muscle.

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

"You wouldn't want to remain at innate level 9 soul power forever, trapped in a cage where you can never cultivate, would you?"

Tang Yuehua's struggle came to an abrupt halt.

Cultivation?

Of course she wanted to; she dreamed of it every single night.

As a direct descendant of the Clear Sky Sect, she knew the Clear Sky Hammer was the world's number one tool spirit, and her two older brothers, Tang Xiao and Tang Hao, were both geniuses.

Yet, she was the exception.

Her spirit had suffered a malignant mutation, turning into a noble ring with zero offensive capability, and her innate soul power remained permanently stuck at level nine.

She would never forget the way the elders looked at her—that pitying gaze reserved for a defective product, mixed with sighs of "what a waste of this bloodline."

In the Clear Sky Sect, where the strong were revered, the only value for a lifelong level-nine failure was to be married off for an alliance.

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

But reality had been a wall of obstacles; she couldn't take a single step forward.

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

Liu Erlong raised an eyebrow; that was certainly in character for him.

Tang Yuehua felt a surge of resentment, but she slowly nodded.

"Very well. Feel the power you possess now."

A massive influx of information flooded her mind like a bursting dam, and Tang Yuehua's eyes snapped wide open.

She raised her hands, feeling a power she had never known surging through her palms.

Her physical attributes had been enhanced fivefold across the board—speed, strength, defense, mental fortitude, and recovery were all skyrocketing.

Hundreds of skills were laid out in her consciousness, ready to be summoned at any moment.

She looked down at the writhing black latex suit covering her body, her voice trembling.

The Venom Symbiote that had parasitized her was equivalent to a fifty-thousand-year soul beast.

A fifty-thousand-year soul beast.

That was equivalent to the level of a Soul Douluo.

Tang Yuehua's heart skipped a beat.

A Soul Douluo?

She, a lifelong level-nine failure, now possessed the combat power of a Soul Douluo?

"Moreover, devouring a ten-thousand-year soul beast can provide two hundred years of soul power feedback. It's equivalent to three or four months of bitter cultivation. It's a pity you can't do it just yet."

"It's just cultivation."

Jiang Ce poured more relevant information into Tang Yuehua's mind.

Although several immortal herbs like the Silk Tulip had already been consumed at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, there were still plenty of unrecorded immortal treasures left.

Jiang Ce possessed these plants, feeling the power within each immortal herb.

By comparing them to the herbs already recorded in the original work—those already used by Liu Erlong, Ye Yingling, and Medusa—Jiang Ce had fully grasped the effects of the remaining flora.

The Seven-Colored Moon Orchid could purify malignant mutations, the Vermilion Jade Spirit Fruit could replenish the foundation of soul power, and the Star Blue Butterfly Grass, when combined with the Ice Heart Snow Lotus, could refine mental power and stabilize the mind.

The Emerald Jade Marrow Flower and the Golden Stamen Soul-Returning Grass would strengthen her from the level of the soul, while a Nine-Colored Lotus would break the limits of her spirit, forcing a transformation.

Tang Yuehua's malignant mutation was essentially a defect in the origin of her spirit; he had more than enough methods to rectify it.

Tang Yuehua looked at Ye Yingling in disbelief.

Was this girl, who looked to be around her age, the one from the Ye Clan with the Nine-Heart Begonia?

No matter how many soul rings she added, she had only ever possessed one skill.

Now, her spirit had evolved into the Nine-Heart Begonia: Sacred Chant; she was a four-ring Soul Ancestor, and her second soul ring was already a ten-thousand-year black ring.

Tang Yuehua looked down at her hands, then back at the tight latex suit on her body.

At first, she thought she had met with disaster, but she hadn't expected this to be the greatest opportunity of her life.

"From now on, you are a member of the Anti-Magic Ninja Mercenary Group."

"Yes..." Tang Yuehua hesitated, unsure of how to address Jiang Ce.

"Like Lingling, call me Teacher."

"...Yes, Teacher."

"Come with me. I will decide when to resolve your spirit issues based on your future performance."

Tang Yuehua nodded.

She was well aware of the weight of this transaction—

The parasitic state of the Symbiote alone already granted power at the level of a Contra, and resolving the defects of her martial soul was an additional blessing.

"Congratulations on gaining another student," Liu Erlong said.

"Hello," Ye Yingling greeted as well.

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

"Hello, senior sisters."

Tang Yuehua greeted them properly, her gaze lingering for a moment on the black latex bodysuits worn by the two women.

Those latex suits outlined their curvaceous figures with absolute clarity, And she herself was currently tightly wrapped in an identical suit.

Her ears felt a little hot; it was too shameful.

Moreover, the teacher had said that he and she were connected in heart and mind.

He could feel every single one of her reactions.

"Alright, the matter is settled, so let's head out."

Tang Yuehua, however, wore a look of hesitation: "Teacher—if I leave just like that, what will happen to the Moon Pavilion I founded?"

Following Jiang Ce was the right thing to do, but the Moon Pavilion was the first proof of her own capabilities that she had built up alone; she was unwilling to just give it up.

Liu Erlong and Ye Yingling exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with a bit more admiration.

Although Ye Yingling's martial soul had defects, she could at least still cultivate.

Tang Yuehua was a true lifelong level nine; it was no simple feat to establish a Moon Pavilion under such circumstances.

"Is that all? Simple."

Jiang Ce transmitted a piece of information into Tang Yuehua's mind—Soul Skill: Fission.

It split off half of one's own years of cultivation to create an independent body, with consciousness able to switch freely between the original and the clone.

"Is it really possible?"

"Try it and you'll see. With the Symbiote's fivefold amplification, controlling one clone shouldn't be a problem. Besides, I will leave a fragment of the Symbiote on your clone to help you stabilize it."

Tang Yuehua closed her eyes, and the layer of pitch-black bodysuit on her body began to surge violently.

A mass of black liquid separated, slowly condensing into the outline of another body beside her.

The skin was as white as snow, the curves exquisite and delicate.

Another fully human-shaped body stepped out from the black latex.

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

Tang Yuehua's clone opened her eyes and looked at the original body opposite her. Feeling extremely novel, she couldn't help but reach out to touch it.

Her mental power was too weak; even with the Symbiote's fivefold amplification, she still couldn't skillfully multitask.

For the time being, she had no way to control both bodies simultaneously.

Then, a cool breeze blew by. She looked down and saw that the newborn clone was stark naked, and she was instantly mortified.

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

"What are you afraid of? You're going to be eaten clean by him sooner or later anyway," Liu Erlong said, crossing her arms and pouting.

Tang Yuehua felt even more shy and timid—did she really have to serve the teacher as well?

"Heh heh, what is there to fear, little Yuehua?"

The pitch-black liquid on Tang Yuehua's original body split in half once more, surging onto the clone to wrap that bare body up again.

An identical black latex bodysuit.

Tang Yuehua only felt even more awkward; both bodies were tightly wrapped in latex, and the two sets of tactile sensations overlapped in a single consciousness.

Double the shame, double the stimulation.

Jiang Ce, however, was extremely satisfied.

It seemed this plan was a great success.

The Fission skill was truly his most prized ability.

In the future, the Anti-Magic Ninja Mercenary Group could continuously expand its ranks—

Liu Erlong, Ye Yingling, and Tang Yuehua could all use the same method to split off clones and cultivate them back up.

By then, it would be an army composed of god-level powerhouses.

The picture was simply wonderful.

"Alright, continue building the Moon Pavilion, but change the regulations. I'll tell you the rest later."

"Leave this clone here to adapt, and have your original body leave with us."

"Yes, thank you, Teacher."

The black latex bodysuit on Tang Yuehua tightened abruptly, and she bit her lip, not daring to make a sound.

Jiang Ce took Liu Erlong, Ye Yingling, and Tang Yuehua's original body, departing through the front door as if merging into the air itself.

Tang Yuehua knew this was an ability her teacher had gained from devouring a camouflage-type spirit beast; even a Super Douluo would be unable to see through it.

Left alone in the attic, she looked at her newborn clone, then raised her head to gaze out the window.

To prove herself?

There was no such thing as a free lunch in this world, let alone when she had been granted an opportunity capable of changing her destiny.

If she were still that vase-like soul master stuck at level nine for life, who would even care if she wanted to offer herself up?

Her heart grew even more resolute—

For a disciple to serve their teacher was only natural.

"That is a very good thought."

The voice deep within her consciousness rang out once more, carrying a hint of playful amusement.

Immediately after, Her clone was bound once again by black tentacles.

"T-Teacher—"

"You and I are of one mind, after all. Now, let me be one with your body as well—consider it a practical combat drill for your original self."

"Come, eat this Ten-Thousand-Year Whale Glue."

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

It seemed her internship course would begin today with her clone.

But to think Teacher would actually have her consume Ten-Thousand-Year Whale Glue!

She wouldn't be put through the wringer for too long, would she?

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