Toji Fushiguro

At that thought, Li Qingxun sighed, though his expression barely changed.

After all, the Dragon God's position did not have to be reserved for Gu Yuena alone.

Someone else could take it, though problems and accidents would be more likely.

Gu Yuena was the best choice to become the Dragon God. But if that failed, Di Tian or Zi JI could take her place.

If he forcibly purified their bloodlines and made them absorb the power of the Golden and Silver Dragon Kings, either of them might become the Dragon God.

It would be much slower and far more difficult, but difficult did not mean impossible.

As he thought, Li Qingxun slowly closed his eyes and reached outward with his consciousness.

Once the connection formed, Seven's view of Northern Town appeared.

What he saw was neither a Tang Sect branch nor useful information, but a girl's head.

Seven held a pair of scissors and rapidly cut the girl's hair. Li Qingxun's mouth twitched.

He had meant to ask Seven how things were going, but at the sight of him, Li Qingxun silently abandoned the idea.

Seven was not weak. That was true of both his current first state and the second state he entered when his power was fully unleashed.

With the Thousand Blades in hand, he could deliver tremendous attacks and was adept at destruction.

But at this stage, Seven clearly could not be relied on.

Li Qingxun had no intention of relying on him any longer. He could already create another Clone, though he was torn over whom to choose.

Should he create Seven in his other form and give him another Thousand Blades to go robbing with, or create someone else?

Under normal circumstances, he would have chosen Seven. But if that power appeared in this world again,

the new Clone would overlap with the Seven he already had.

That would use up one creation of a Clone. Though he could produce Clones without limit, it would still have some impact.

After pondering it for a long time, Li Qingxun decided to create someone entirely new. He already had an idea who his next Clone would be.

In this world, a person's power inevitably transformed into a Martial Soul and became bound to it.

Even when he had first arrived, he had been constrained by this world's Laws.

The Divine Realm was now gone, and Tang Hao had become the Plane Master of Douluo Star, so the constraints on them were less severe. But they still existed and still affected them.

Was there a character who would be completely unaffected?

There was: someone who relied entirely on his own strength, or on a peculiar force of nature.

At present, the characters he could create had strength roughly equivalent to two or three more Soul Rings than he possessed.

That difference in Soul Rings would not translate into a huge gap in combat power.

But one kind of person was an exception: someone whose power erupted entirely from his physical body.

Such a person differed even from those who wielded unusual kinds of magic.

In the later stages, magic, dragon-language spells, and all manner of dazzling abilities would naturally be more dependable.

But at this early stage, physical strength alone could reign supreme. Li Qingxun sat cross-legged.

The Fantasy Power he had accumulated rapidly drained away. Just as it neared exhaustion, a sturdy middle-aged man appeared before him.

The man stood over six feet tall and had a well-proportioned build. His muscles did not bulge in great knots, yet one glance at him conveyed a sense of explosive power.

He looked calmly at Li Qingxun.

As Li Qingxun's Clone, he would never think of betrayal, but he had a consciousness of his own.

To a large extent, that consciousness would influence his actions.

Absolute loyalty was the only thing guaranteed.

That was why the Seven Clone had been unwilling to seek out and destroy the Tang Sect's headquarters.

At this stage, such work simply did not suit him.

His own mind resisted it. Though he could not defy Li Qingxun's commands, he could drag his feet.

Li Qingxun had no good solution. He could erase his Clones' wills and turn them into mere puppets.

But that would defeat his original purpose, so he planned to assign Seven elsewhere.

Once Li Qingxun grew stronger, for instance, he could have Seven apply for a teaching position at Shrek Academy.

Teaching was unlikely to be Seven's strength, but with enough power, becoming a teacher should pose no problem.

Whichever academy Li Qingxun attended in the future, Seven could teach there.

With Seven's two forms protecting him at close range, he would be much safer.

As Li Qingxun considered this, he looked at the middle-aged man before him. The man stood silently, gazing down at him with calm eyes.

There was not a trace of intimidation in that gaze. It even held a hint of respect that seemed to come from his very bones.

Even so, Li Qingxun felt the pressure the man exuded. "Toji Fushiguro. I'll call you Toji from now on. The task I'm giving you is simple."

"Start in Eastsea City. Find nearby Spirit Pagoda and Tang Sect locations, then choose times when few people are around and raid both organizations to cause damage."

Li Qingxun's voice grew a little hoarse as he spoke. This creation had exhausted the Fantasy Power he had saved up.

His mental strength was badly depleted too, but he was pleased with the Toji Fushiguro he had created.

With his extreme strength and his aptitude for destruction and bounty hunting, Toji was ideal for attacking the Tang Sect and the Spirit Pagoda and securing resources for Li Qingxun.

Not every Clone he created could do this kind of work, but he needed some of them to gather resources.

Creating Toji Fushiguro now had been well worth the cost.

At Li Qingxun's words, Toji Fushiguro knelt on one knee and silently bowed his head.

His figure vanished like a streak of light as Li Qingxun used Fantasy Power to erase him from that spot and transport him outside the city.

The greatest advantage of having these Clones was that Li Qingxun did not have to think everything through for them.

They had their own reason and judgment.

Even if they died, he only needed to accumulate Fantasy Power for a while before he could bring them back.

For now, the most important thing was to find a way for them to get the resources they seized into his hands.

That mattered above all else.

With that in mind, Li Qingxun fixed his gaze on the white-and-blue Ring on his hand.

With the Ring left by his God King Clone, he had no need to worry on that front.

At the thought of his God King Clone, Li Qingxun's mouth twitched.

He could not establish contact with him at present. The gap between them was too great.

But just as Tang San could establish contact through Old Tang's power,

Li Qingxun's Clone had left him a means to do the same. That means was also this Ring.

The Ring did not contain merely a trace of a God King's power.

What it held was extraordinary beyond question. Even Tang San might be horrified if he knew.