Second Spirit Skill, Blue Silver Clone!

A few minutes later, Tang Chuan opened the dormitory door with practiced ease, but there was no one inside.

Clearly, his roommates were all in class at the moment, leaving the entire room unusually quiet.

He closed the door behind him, then reached out and pulled the curtains tight, completely blocking out all light from outside.

"No one? Perfect. I can try out my Second Spirit Skill!" Tang Chuan murmured, a trace of excitement and eagerness showing in his eyes.

The reason he had returned late this time was not only that hunting the Thousand-Year Split Soul Vine and absorbing its Soul Ring had taken quite a while. He had also absorbed the Dark-Gold Dreadclaw Bear's Palm Bone afterward, which was why he had come back half a day late. Absorbing an External Soul Bone had been outside his plans.

He had not expected his trip to the Star Dou Great Forest to bring him such an unexpected surprise.

Tang Chuan's eyes shone brightly. With a flip of his hand, a blue-gold blade of Grass quietly emerged from his palm. It slowly writhed, radiating vigorous Life Force.

At his feet, two purple Soul Rings quietly appeared.

"Second Spirit Skill, Blue Silver Clone!" His eyes shifted slightly as Tang Chuan silently recited the words in his heart.

In an instant, a warm yet exceptionally vigorous strand of Soul Power began circulating through his body. His form then rippled like water, and an indescribably strange transformation quietly unfolded across his body.

The muscles on Tang Chuan's chest slowly swelled. Blue-gold vine patterns surfaced on his skin, and as his Soul Power flowed, his entire body seemed to be pulled outward by an invisible force!

Whoosh—

The next moment, a vague human-shaped outline slowly bulged from the surface of his body. The outline gradually became distinct, while bones, muscles, and skin grew and condensed as if being copied and pasted.

Amid a faint squirming sound, a figure identical to Tang Chuan quietly split from his body!

The scene was horrifyingly bizarre!

After opening his eyes, the second Tang Chuan looked somewhat wooden, but his movements were nimble. His appearance, aura, build, and even clothing were identical to the original. Only his spiritual aura was slightly weaker, making him seem like an empty shell that obeyed every command.

"This is my clone?"

After being stunned for a moment, Tang Chuan slowly closed his eyes, and his Spiritual Power sank into his body.

He tried to establish a deeper connection with the clone that had just split off. Soon, through spiritual sensing, he detected the other's condition.

"Not bad. This clone's Soul Power, speed, strength... have all reached roughly eighty percent of my original body's level." Tang Chuan murmured, his voice carrying a hint of pleasant surprise.

Although the clone had almost perfectly copied his appearance, its strength, speed, and defense had always remained at roughly eighty percent of the original body's level.

Its Soul Power and Spiritual Power were even weaker.

"One clone is at eighty percent. Then what if there are two?"

Tang Chuan took a deep breath and once again circulated his Soul Power. A second clone slowly broke out of his body, and moments later, a new version of himself stood beside him.

Then came the third and fourth!

Hah—!

In only a moment, fine beads of sweat had appeared on Tang Chuan's forehead, and his face had turned slightly pale. Every time he released a clone, the consumption of Soul Power and the burden on his body multiplied.

In particular, a skill like cloning, which fused Spiritual Power with Soul Power, placed an especially heavy demand on the Life Source within his body.

"So tiring!" Tang Chuan shouted weakly before finally collapsing onto the floor, unable to hold himself up. His chest heaved violently, and sweat drenched his entire body.

Four figures identical to him now stood before his eyes.

The four clones surrounded him, each possessing an aura similar to the original body's. Yet Tang Chuan clearly sensed through his Spiritual Power that—

The strength of these four clones had been diluted even further and evenly divided. Each possessed only about twenty percent of his original body's strength.

"As expected." Tang Chuan panted and said in a low voice:

"The core principle of this Spirit Skill is to extract the Soul Power and Life Force within my body in a certain manner, then reshape them into substitutes with basic combat ability. If that's the case, once I cultivate beyond Level 90 in the future and possess sufficiently powerful Soul Power and Life Force, I'll be able to produce clones on a large scale—even create a small army of Soul Masters."

"At present, being able to maintain four clones simultaneously is already my limit. Moreover, judging by the number, the more clones there are, the lower each individual's combat strength becomes. The combined combat strength of all the clones should never exceed eighty percent of the original body's."

"However, in the early stages, having an ally with roughly eighty percent of my original body's strength will be more than enough when facing enemies. This Spirit Skill can even serve as a means of taking a fatal blow in my place at certain moments."

"If I combine it with the Simulate Skill and disguise one of the clones as someone else..." A gleam flashed through his eyes as an even crazier idea surfaced in Tang Chuan's mind.

With that thought, Tang Chuan raised his right hand. A strand of blue-gold light shone from his palm before gradually becoming transparent and illusory. It was his First Spirit Skill, Simulation.

"Transform."

With a low shout, the first clone standing to his left suddenly began to change. Its muscle lines rearranged themselves, its bone structure continuously compressed, and its height slowly shortened.

Moments later, a boy dressed in blue stood there, his long hair falling over his shoulders and his brows carrying a gentle warmth. That face was exactly the same as Tang San's!

"Again."

Tang Chuan did not stop. He shifted his gaze to the second clone.

Light shimmered, and this clone began transforming at tremendous speed.

Its lean frame became supple and delicate, its waist slender enough to fit in one hand. A head of jet-black hair fell to its waist, with two cute wisps of hair curling up slightly over its forehead. It was exactly like Xiao Wu!

"Haha, interesting..." Looking at Tang San and Xiao Wu before him, the corners of Tang Chuan's mouth curled into a meaningful smile.

His Spiritual Power stirred, and he issued a silent command.

The next moment, the clone disguised as Xiao Wu blurred and suddenly lunged at Tang San. Its speed was astonishing, and it showed no mercy as it struck directly toward Tang San's lower abdomen.

Boom—

A violent impact erupted, shaking even the air.

The fake Tang San did not have time to put up the slightest resistance before being kicked flying. He slammed heavily into the wall, then slid straight down and collapsed motionless.

"Haha, this is fun!" Tang Chuan looked thoughtful, a burning glint flashing through his eyes.

Just then, a young man's voice suddenly came from outside the room, carrying a hint of confusion. "Did you hear that? It sounds like there's some movement in the dormitory."

At those words, Tang Chuan's expression changed slightly. Without even bothering to catch his breath, he immediately focused his thoughts. The several clones instantly shattered like phantoms and merged back into his body, while their Soul Power Fluctuation vanished with them.

He took three steps in two and sat down beside the bed, then happened to close his eyes and pretend to be dozing.

Creak—

The dormitory door was pushed open, and several boys in school uniforms filed inside.

The leader was a tall, sharp-eyed boy—Wang Sheng. The moment he entered, he saw Tang Chuan and hurriedly asked, "Brother Chuan, where did you run off to? I heard you didn't return to school. The Academy's teachers have all been looking for you."

"I already reported my return to Director Su," Tang Chuan said indifferently.

"Oh, that's good." Wang Sheng did not think much of it. He shrugged and laughed. "I thought you'd dropped out and run away."

With that, he walked toward his own bed and was just about to straighten the sheets when another burst of light footsteps sounded at the doorway.

"Brother!"

A familiar, clear young voice rang out. Tang San hurried in, his eyes lighting up when he saw Tang Chuan. His face immediately filled with delight.

"You're finally back! I just heard from Director Su that you'd come to report in, so I hurried over to find you." He trotted over and asked anxiously, "Where did you go this time? Why did it take you so long to come back? But... it's good that you returned safely."

As an adult reborn into this world, Tang San had naturally noticed Tang Chuan's unusual nature from a young age. He had even wondered whether his elder brother might be like him too.

Another Transmigrator?

However, as a Transmigrator, Tang San knew that everyone had their own secrets, so he had never asked too much about certain things.

Tang Chuan looked at Tang San and was just about to explain when the latter seemed to remember something. He casually took a letter from inside his robes.

"Brother, after I returned to Holy Spirit Village, Father... he was already gone. He only left us a letter." Tang San's expression instantly darkened, and his voice fell low.

"Do you want to read it?"

At those words, Tang Chuan stared at the letter in Tang San's hand. After a long while, he merely shook his head and said indifferently, "Forget it. There's no need. It's enough that you read it."

His tone was calm, and his face expressionless, but his eyes held a few more complicated emotions.

Seeing this, Tang San did not say anything else. The atmosphere grew somewhat quiet. After a moment, he asked again, "Where did you actually go these past few days? Why did you suddenly disappear?"

"Me? I went hunting Soul Beasts to obtain a Soul Ring." Tang Chuan raised his eyes to look at his younger brother. He did not hide anything and answered seriously.

"Alone?" Tang San was slightly stunned, surprise showing on his face.

"Mm." Tang Chuan nodded, his tone casual.

At that moment, Tang San's pupils contracted slightly. He had long since sensed something indescribably different about his brother, whose mind seemed far too mature for that of a child only a few years old.

"Brother." Tang San suddenly smiled, a barely noticeable glint passing through his eyes. He said, "Since you've already become a Soul Master, why don't we spar?"

"Spar?" Tang Chuan raised his brows slightly and gave Tang San a half-smiling look.

"Yeah." Tang San nodded seriously. "The teacher said that students in our Academy should engage in more practical sparring during their free time. That's the only way to improve our combat ability. Since we're both Soul Masters, a spar would also let us learn each other's strength."

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