A Clone with Gojo Satoru's Template

“Pfft...!” Bai Ranmo spat out a mouthful of blood and stared at Tang San in disbelief.

He wanted to say something, but no words came out. He could only spew out large amounts of blood.

At the same time, the blade was pulled from his chest before stabbing toward his neck.

Bai Ranmo dodged the strike, but his aged body collapsed helplessly onto the ground.

Bai Ranmo clutched the cut across his neck and roared, “Tang San, you shameless, despicable scoundrel. I kindly wanted to share hardship and prosperity with you, yet you actually tried to kill me. A heartless and ungrateful bastard like you is destined to have no one sincerely associate with you.”

"Look at your sneaky, rat-eyed face. Back then, you secretly learned my Tang Sect's secret techniques, and when you finally jumped off the cliff, you even put on such an impassioned act. You deserve to die! You bastard!"

Any normal person would have been furious after hearing all that, let alone Tang San, who hated people mentioning the matters of his previous life.

He had Talent to begin with, but he suffered from his low status and the rejection of his peers. Unable to enter the inner sect to cultivate, he had chosen to steal the techniques so his Talent would not be wasted and the Tang Sect could become great again.

Before jumping off the cliff, he had even left the Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus for the Tang Sect. He could absolutely be said to have made outstanding contributions, yet how could this man say such hurtful things?

The blade stabbed into his neck.

After struggling for a moment, Bai Ranmo's Clone logged off directly.

Tang San panted heavily. He had killed many people in his previous life, so he felt no panic after killing someone. Instead, he skillfully began destroying the corpse and the traces left at the scene.

Tang Hao, who had been secretly watching the entire time, felt his heart sink. It seemed that the fellow who had possessed his son was no kind soul.

As a Sect Slave, Tang Hao regarded the sect as the most important thing in his heart. This fellow possessing his son was already a blood feud, and to make matters worse, he had been extremely disloyal to the sect in his previous life. It was practically treasonous.

However, considering that this boy usually took care of him, and that he still had to take revenge on Spirit Hall, if he truly possessed Innate Full Soul Power, perhaps he could help...

Tang San spent quite some effort dealing with the corpse and the traces at the scene, so he ran a little faster when heading down the mountain.

He happened to run into a black-haired boy chopping firewood.

Tang San knew this boy. His name was Hei Ranbai. Apparently, the village next door had been massacred by bandits, and he had survived by sheer luck before fleeing to Holy Soul Village. Grandpa Jack had kindly taken him in.

Hei Ranbai still had a steamed bun in his mouth. When he saw Tang San running down, his expression barely changed.

He carefully felt around inside his clothes, took out another steamed bun, and held it out toward Tang San, who was already very close. "Want one?"

Tang San stopped in the middle of his sprint.

His usual breakfast was porridge, but it was really just rice water. There were scarcely any grains of rice in it.

"Thanks, Ranbai." Tang San smiled gently, looking exactly like a refined gentleman. There was no sign at all that he had just killed someone.

He was not as cold toward the child Grandpa Jack had adopted as he was toward the other children.

“You're welcome.” Hei Ranbai's expression softened slightly. Perhaps because he had received someone's thanks, the corners of his lips even lifted faintly.

He looked nothing like someone who had just been slaughtered by Tang San. That was right—Hei Ranbai was Bai Ranmo's other Clone in Holy Soul Village.

Tang San took the steamed bun and bit into it before quickly running toward home.

The Hei Ranbai chopping firewood there was currently the soul's main body. Watching Tang San's departing back, the corners of his mouth curled upward as he impatiently opened the panel.

Looking at the long string of numbers on the panel, Hei Ranbai's eyes widened.

[Emotion Points: 82750]

Over eighty thousand!

That was enough to make a Soul Douluo Clone, or even a weaker Titled Douluo Clone, right?

Bai Ranmo suppressed the urge to immediately create a powerful Soul Master Clone.

He would wait a little longer. On the day of Martial Soul Awakening, the three Clones would definitely be able to gather a massive amount of Emotion Points. Only then would he be able to create even stronger Clones.

Bai Ranmo opened the Shop without hesitation and spent 20,000 points to purchase the remaining two Infinite Points Cards.

Spirit City.

Bai Ranmo lay atop a large tree in the orphanage. He had entered the Soul Master awakening ceremony in Spirit City under the identity of an orphan.

He was most satisfied with the design of this Clone. It had been modeled completely after Satoru Gojo, and he had even used Bai Ranmo's real name for it. He had decided to designate this Clone as his main body. After all, who would not want to become Satoru Gojo and then dramatically shout, “Domain Expansion”?

“Big Brother Ranmo!” an anxious cry rang out.

Bai Ranmo, who had been squinting sleepily on the tree branch, opened his eyes in confusion. “Sun Chuantao, what is it?”

Below, a boy who had rushed over panted heavily and wiped the fine sweat from his forehead.

The boy called Sun Chuantao let out a deep breath and said helplessly, "Big Brother, today is the day of Martial Soul Awakening. How could you forget even that? The dean is frantically looking for you. Luckily, I knew you usually liked to rest here."

"Oh, I even forgot such a trivial matter~" Bai Ranmo yawned, looking completely unconcerned.

He jumped straight down from the tree and landed steadily.

"Let's go." Bai Ranmo strode forward.

He walked very slowly, displaying the full bearing of a king.

"As expected of Big Brother Ranmo. Even with something as urgent as Martial Soul Awakening, he still walks at such a leisurely pace. As long as he awakens Soul Power, he'll definitely be able to become a Deacon of Spirit Hall in the future." Sun Chuantao sighed inwardly.

He was an orphan from the orphanage. In his eyes, the Deacons of Spirit Hall were already extremely impressive figures.

Bai Ranmo, whom Sun Chuantao mistook for someone with the bearing of a king, thought: My legs are numb right now.

He should have known better than to jump down from such a high tree branch.

Of course, he wanted to hurry up and awaken the predetermined Six Eyes Martial Soul, but his legs were numb, so he could not walk quickly.

Bai Ranmo leisurely arrived with Sun Chuantao before the Martial Soul Awakening ceremony. Since there were quite a few children in the orphanage, three Deacons had come this time. All three were three-ring Soul Elders. After all, they were in Spirit City, so the standards for Deacons were considerably higher as well.

"Big Brother, let's line up over there!" Sun Chuantao pointed toward a shorter line.

"Sure."

Bai Ranmo had no objections. The two of them lined up and looked curiously toward the Martial Soul Awakening ceremony.

After watching two children awaken ordinary Martial Souls without any Soul Power, Bai Ranmo lost interest. There was nothing interesting about watching a group of children who had failed to awaken Soul Power cry.

Sun Chuantao stood in front of Bai Ranmo. Seeing that not even one child out of ten was necessarily guaranteed to possess Soul Power, his already nervous mood grew even more apprehensive.

"Sun Chuantao." The orphanage teacher responsible for calling the children shouted from the side.

"Here!" Sun Chuantao snapped back to his senses and answered.

Watching Sun Chuantao nervously step forward, Bai Ranmo's expression gradually became strange.

"Martial Soul: Ring Great Blade. Innate Soul Power... Level 8!" The Spirit Hall Deacon's shocked voice rang out.

Only then did Bai Ranmo determine that Sun Chuantao really was one of the Soul Masters he remembered from the future Soul Master Tournament held by Spirit Hall.

But wasn't this boy the same age as him? He himself was the same age as Tang San, yet this boy had already reached Level 45 or higher by the time of the Soul Master Tournament. Could it be that he was even more talented than Tang San?

Bai Ranmo's confusion did not last long before it was his turn to step forward and have his Martial Soul tested.