Douluo Continent: Infinite Clone, Starting with Taunting Gangzi

In just a few words, Bai Ranmo had generated several times more emotional points than when he was chasing after Gangzi to mock him.

"May I ask your name, senior?" Tang San had already decided to kill; he knew that anyone who knew his secret could not be allowed to live.

Bai Ranmo sensed Tang San's deeply hidden malice, but he didn't care at all. Such an ordinary person's clone was gone, so be it.

The saying goes, "When fellow villagers meet, they stab each other in the back." If Bai Ranmo were Tang San, his first reaction would definitely be to kill his fellow villager.

In the male-oriented genre, one transmigrator like me is enough!

Bai Ranmo still looked as if he hadn't noticed Tang San's killing intent. He casually waved his hand and said, "A name is just a code! Just call me Old Man Tang. I didn't expect to see a Tang Clan disciple again. Kid, now ask me whatever questions you have."

Tang San paused slightly as he reached for the dagger at his waist. He was troubled by the fact that his Xuan Tian Gong was stuck at the first level, and perhaps he could get the answer from the old man in front of him.

"Elder Tang, may I ask why my Xuan Tian Gong is stuck at the first level and unable to break through to the second level?"

"You haven't awakened your martial soul yet, have you?" Bai Ranmo said with a sigh. "Actually, it's a good thing that you can't break through now. It means that your innate soul power is already at its maximum. Once you awaken your martial soul and obtain your first soul ring, you can continue to break through."

Tang San was thrilled. It turned out that the problem wasn't his lack of effort or the world's fault, but rather that he hadn't awakened his martial soul.

Although Tang San had a vague understanding of the concept of innate full soul power, he knew that it was definitely a sign of genius.

Tang Hao, who had secretly hidden near the hill, was extremely shocked. This boy who had taken over his son's body might actually possess innate full soul power. Wouldn't that greatly increase his chances of avenging himself on the Spirit Hall?

Tang Hao forcibly suppressed the killing intent in his heart. If this kid could really awaken the Clear Sky Hammer martial soul and have innate full soul power, he wouldn't necessarily refuse to acknowledge him as his son...

As long as he can help Tang Dachui avenge the Spirit Hall, then he is Tang Dachui's good son!

Tang San was overjoyed to finally understand his long-standing doubts, and at the same time, he began to test the old man before him further:

"May I ask, Elder Tang, what level have you reached in your Xuan Tian Gong?"

Bai Ranmo seemed completely oblivious to the probing intent. He picked at his earwax and said irritably, "Don't even mention it. I'm just unlucky. I was always busy doing farm work for my family and didn't have time to cultivate the Xuan Tian Gong. My innate soul power was only half a level. In my despair, I wasted the best time of my life for cultivation, and now I can't even stabilize the first level."

"Oh, I see." Tang San's hand was already behind his back, gripping the small knife he always carried tightly, his face still showing a respectful expression. "Then, Elder Tang, have you ever met any other transmigrators like us?"

"No." Bai Ranmo shook his head.

"In other words, the only known transmigrators are you and me. Apart from me, no one knows your identity, and apart from you, no one knows my identity." Tang San's voice carried a hint of killing intent.

"Yes." Bai Ranmo still looked like she hadn't come to her senses.

"That makes things easier..." Tang San lunged forward without hesitation, and before Bai Ranmo could react, the blade had already pierced his heart.

Chapter 4 Gojo Satoru's Template Doppelganger

"Pfft...!" Bai Ranmo spat out a mouthful of blood, staring at Tang San in disbelief.

He wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word; he just vomited a lot of blood.

At the same time, the blade was pulled from the heart and then stabbed into the neck.

Bai Ranmo dodged the attack, his aged body collapsing helplessly to the ground.

Bai Ranmo, clutching the gash on his neck, roared, "Tang San, you shameless and despicable scoundrel! I kindly wanted to share your joys and sorrows, and you actually tried to kill me. A heartless and ungrateful person like you will surely find no one who truly understands you."

"Look at your shifty eyes! You stole my Tang Clan's secret techniques back then, and when you jumped off the cliff, you put on such a heroic and passionate act! You deserve to die! You bastard!"

These words would make any normal person blush with anger, let alone Tang San, who also hated it when people mentioned his past life.

He was naturally talented, but due to his low social status and being ostracized by his peers, he was unable to enter the inner sect to cultivate. In order not to bury his talent and to make the Tang Sect great again, he chose to steal the cultivation techniques.

Before jumping off the cliff, he left the Buddha's Wrath Lotus to the Tang Clan, which can be described as a remarkable achievement. How could this person say such hurtful words?

The blade pierced the neck.

After struggling for a moment, Bai Ranmo's clone went offline.

Tang San was panting heavily. He had killed many people in his previous life, so he did not feel panicked after killing someone. Instead, he skillfully began to destroy the corpse and traces at the scene.

Tang Hao, who had been secretly watching, felt a chill in his heart. It seemed that the guy who had possessed his son was no good.

As a sect slave, Tang Dachui believed that the sect was the most important thing in his heart. This guy possessing his son was a blood feud, not to mention that this guy was extremely disloyal to the sect in his previous life, which was simply outrageous.

However, considering that this kid has always taken care of me, and that I still need to take revenge on the Spirit Hall, if he really does have innate full soul power, he might be able to help me...

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Tang San spent a lot of time dealing with the corpse and the traces at the scene, so he ran faster when he went down the mountain.

They happened to run into a black-haired boy who was chopping wood.

Tang San recognized the boy; his name was Hei Ranbai. Apparently, he had survived the massacre of the neighboring village by bandits and fled to Holy Soul Village. Grandpa Jack kindly took him in.

With a steamed bun still dangling from his mouth, Hei Ranbai watched Tang San run down, his expression unchanged.

He carefully felt around in his pocket, then took out another steamed bun and handed it to Tang San, who was already very close to him: "Want one?"

Tang San stopped running.

He usually eats porridge for breakfast, but it's really just rice water with only a handful of rice grains in it.

"Thank you, Ranbai." Tang San smiled gently, appearing every inch the gentleman, showing no sign that he had just killed someone.

He wasn't as indifferent to the children Grandpa Jack adopted as he was to the other children.

"You're welcome." The black-dyed white face softened slightly, perhaps because he had received thanks from others, and the corners of his lips even turned up slightly.

He doesn't look like he was just killed by Tang San at all. That's right, Hei Ranbai is Bai Ranmo's other clone in Holy Soul Village.

Tang San took the steamed bun, took a bite, and then quickly ran towards home.

Black Ryusei, who was chopping wood, was now in his soul form. Watching Tang San's departing figure, he smiled and eagerly opened the panel.

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

[Mood value: 82750]

More than 8!

This is enough to create a clone of a Soul Douluo, or even a weaker Title Douluo.

Bai Ranmo suppressed his urge to create a powerful Soul Master clone.

Wait a little longer. On the day of the Martial Soul Awakening, the emotional value that the three clones can obtain will be enormous, and only then can they create even stronger clones.

Without hesitation, Bai Ranmo opened the shop and spent 2 points to buy the remaining two unlimited points cards.

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Wuhun City.

Bai Ranmo lay on a large tree in the orphanage. He had infiltrated the Soul Master Awakening Ceremony in Wuhun City as an orphan.

Bai Ranmo was most satisfied with the model of this clone. It was made exactly like Gojo Satoru, and even the name was Bai Ranmo's real name. He decided to make this clone the main body. After all, who wouldn't want to become Gojo Satoru and say a chuunibyou-filled "Domain Expansion"?

"Brother Ranmo!" a hurried voice called out.

Bai Ranmo, who had been dozing off on the tree trunk, opened his eyes in confusion: "Sun Chuantao, what's the matter?"

Below, a boy who had rushed over was panting heavily, wiping the fine sweat from his forehead.

The boy called Sun Chuantao sighed heavily and said speechlessly, "Big brother, today is the day of martial soul awakening, how could you forget that? The dean is looking for you in a hurry. Luckily, I know you usually like to rest here."

"Oh, I forgot about such a small thing~" Bai Ranmo yawned, looking nonchalant.

He jumped straight down from the tree and landed steadily.

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

He walked slowly, displaying the demeanor of a king.

"As expected of Brother Ranmo, even with something as urgent as awakening his Martial Soul, he still moves with such leisurely ease. Once he awakens his Soul Power, he will definitely be able to become a deacon of the Martial Soul Hall in the future," Sun Chuantao thought to himself.

He was an orphan from an orphanage, and in his eyes, the deacon of the Spirit Hall was already a remarkable figure.

Bai Ranmo, who was mistaken by Sun Chuantao for having a kingly demeanor, said: My legs are numb right now.

I should have known better than to jump from that tall tree trunk.

He certainly wanted to awaken his predetermined six-eyed martial soul as soon as possible, but his legs were numb and he couldn't walk fast.

Bai Ranmo and Sun Chuantao slowly arrived at the Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony. Because there were many children in the orphanage, three stewards came at once. All three were Soul Masters with three rings. After all, they were in Martial Soul City, so the stewards were of a much higher standard.

"Brother, let's go queue up over there!" Sun Chuantao pointed to a queue with fewer people.

"Row."

Bai Ranmo had no objection. The two of them lined up, both looking curiously at the Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony.

After watching the two children who had awakened ordinary martial souls but had no soul power, Bai Ranmo lost interest in watching them. There was no point in watching a group of children who hadn't awakened soul power cry.

Sun Chuantao was in front of Bai Ranmo in line. Seeing that not one out of ten children had awakened soul power, his already tense mood became even more uneasy.

"Sun Chuantao," called out the orphanage teacher who was in charge of calling the children.

"Here!" Sun Chuantao snapped out of his daze and answered.

As Bai Ranmo watched Sun Chuantao nervously approach, his expression gradually became strange.

"Martial Soul Ring Giant Blade, Innate Soul Power... Level 8!" The shocked voice of the deacon from the Spirit Hall rang out.

Bai Ranmo then realized that Sun Chuantao was indeed one of the Soul Masters who would participate in the Spirit Hall Soul Master Competition in the future, just as she remembered him.