Chapter 406: The Self-Serving Doll for Women
What’s going on?
Sang Zhe!?
What’s he doing there?
He clearly isn’t—As Long Xiao turned to look at the center of the three-person ambush, Sang Zhe was slowly retracting the giant cauldron and once again holding the Dream Jun Sword.
It was only at that moment that everyone finally realized what was happening.
Two Sang Zhes!
Identical, from aura to cultivation.
Even the Dream Jun Sword in their hands was the same.
“How is this possible!?” Xuan Ao was so shocked he could barely speak, “What is this? A clone?”
“It can’t be! No matter if it’s bloodline divine abilities or human clan techniques, how can a clone be exactly like the original?”
“The reason a trump card is a trump card is because it must be revealed at the crucial moment to be effective.”
Both Sang Zhes started laughing simultaneously, softly saying, “Did you really think I’d dare to charge into the Demon Clan without any backup?”
That’s right.
Actually, Xuan Ao wasn’t entirely wrong.
Some demon bloodlines can create clones, and some human techniques can also achieve this.
However, regardless of the demon or human clan, clones ultimately are just clones.
Generally speaking, having even one-tenth of the original’s combat power is considered impressive. Most of the time, clones are just a facade.
Having a clone with half the original’s combat power is extremely rare, requiring a massive, incomprehensible amount of resources to nurture, making it an incredibly valuable trump card.
But.
Creating a clone that is a one-to-one copy of the original, a solid clone at the Grand Ascension stage, is just downright outrageous.
“How is this possible?” Even Long Xiao momentarily found it hard to accept, seemingly trying hard to distinguish between the two Sang Zhes.
However, it was all in vain.
The two Sang Zhes were completely identical in both aura and cultivation, they were basically the same person.
“Enough looking.”
Sang Zhe suddenly smiled, “This trump card is thanks to you, Dragon Lord.”
Long Xiao: “?”
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Time rewinds to half an hour earlier.
Before Sang Zhe set off for the meeting in the canyon.
In the Sword Flower Palace on the Yaochi Tianshan in the distant northern continent.
“Sigh, this is so boring. When is Sang Zhe coming back?”
In a dim secret room, Si Jingzhu was sitting on a small stool, listlessly staring at the mountain of spirit stones in front of her.
“Just standing here and smelling the scent of these ten billion spirit stones makes it feel like every pore is absorbing spiritual energy.”
“Why can’t so many spirit stones bring Sang Zhe back to play with me?”
She grumbled, feeling somewhat frustrated and discontented, poking a nearby puppet, “They even had Senior Sister Shi send over a puppet, but I have no idea what it’s for.”
But I must say.
This puppet does look a bit like Sang Zhe.
Looking at this motionless, lifeless puppet, Si Jingzhu suddenly had an idea.
…How about I ask Miss Shui Ming next time to order a one-to-one Sang Zhe doll from Fusa Pavilion?
Have her make one according to Sang Zhe’s proportions and dimensions.
That way, at night when I sleep, I won’t feel so lonely.
If I could even customize a female version of Sang Zhe’s original size, that would be… ehehe, ehehehe.
Unconsciously, Si Jingzhu was already hugging the nearby puppet, envisioning a future where Sang Zhe could also hold her like this and they’d be tangled up together in bed.
Just thinking about it made her blush and her heart race, all warm and fuzzy.
Ehehe, Sang Zhe, hold me down on the bed, make this arrogant little girl cry and beg for mercy, harder, harder, a kiss, mwah mwah mwah…
Just as Si Jingzhu pouted, preparing to give a kiss.
Suddenly, a massive force erupted from the puppet before her.
Si Jingzhu was instantly scared back, and just as she retreated to the door, the entire room’s spirit stones shattered explosively into spirit mist, swirling like a vortex crazily pouring into the puppet.
“W-what’s going on?! Is it haunted?” Si Jingzhu’s face turned pale with fear.
The huge commotion quickly attracted other disciples from the Sword Flower Palace, but they were all sent away by Chun Lan and Qiu Ju.
Only Gu Yingmian entered the room, coming to Si Jingzhu’s side.
“Did he use that trick again?” Gu Yingmian gazed at the swirling spirit power and spoke softly.
“Who knows, should I go take a look?”
“What’s going on? Why does it feel like I’m the only one in the dark?” Si Jingzhu looked completely puzzled, “Why does it seem like I’m the only one who knows nothing?”
“This is Sang Zhe’s trump card,” Gu Yingmian explained.
The Earth Store Immortal Jade can consume spirit power to create things.
During the battle with Li Shanyan, Sang Zhe’s entire cultivation was created using the Earth Store Immortal Jade.
And now, thanks to the huge amount of spirit stones sent over by the demon clan.
Sang Zhe could naturally use the Earth Store Immortal Jade… to create another self.
“But using this trump card means things over there have run into some trouble.”
Gu Yingmian lowered her gaze, after a moment, slowly said: “I should go take a look.”
“—No need.”
Suddenly, as Gu Yingmian and Si Jingzhu were in a moment of daze, the whirlwind of spirit power gradually settled. In place of the puppet that had been there, a naked person who looked exactly like Sang Zhe appeared.
After a moment, Sang Zhe slowly opened his eyes, looked down to stretch his limbs.
“Ha, it really feels no different from my own body.”
Sang Zhe could even vaguely feel that with just a thought, he could summon this clone back from thousands of miles away.
This feeling of control was profoundly satisfying.
“Gu elder sister, don’t worry, things over there are going smoothly, using the trump card is just a precaution.”
Looking up, Sang Zhe smiled at Gu Yingmian, “If all goes well, I should be back in two or three days.”
Gu Yingmian nodded, her cheeks slightly flushing a moment later, “Why don’t you put on some clothes first?”
Sang Zhe was momentarily taken aback, then noticed Si Jingzhu with her flushed face covering her eyes while still sneaking glances, reluctantly scratched his nose.
He quickly put on a simple Sword Flower Palace robe, then lazily stretched and turned to say:
“Well, I’m off then.”
“Be sure to be careful.” Gu Yingmian urged again, “If needed, I’ll head to the Demon Clan immediately.”
“Don’t worry, it won’t come to you having to step in.”
Just as he was about to leave, Sang Zhe suddenly remembered something, turning back with an expression of hesitation, looking at Si Jingzhu.
“Um, Senior Sister Si…”
“What, what?” Si Jingzhu suddenly felt a bit uneasy.
“Ahem.”
Sang Zhe coughed lightly, then leaned in to whisper in Si Jingzhu’s ear:
“If you want to buy a doll, don’t buy from Fusa Pavilion. It’s a total rip-off.”
Si Jingzhu’s face instantly turned beet red.
“You—you heard that?”
“…Uh, didn’t you consider that this is my clone? If I didn’t attach my divine sense to it, how could it move?”
“…”
Si Jingzhu flashed a pitiful smile at Sang Zhe.
“Just let me choose a comfortable place to die.”
“Does it really have to end in death?!”
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