Journey to the West: A clone sacrifices to the heavens, possessing boundless magical power.

"Zhen Yuanzi is gone."

"Leaving only the gentle breeze and bright moon to guard the house."

Shen Feng stood in front of the stone house in the Earth Spirit Herb Garden, looking up towards the majestic hall deep within the Wuzhuang Temple, his mind clear.

In the original story, Zhenyuan Daxian went to the Mi Luo Palace to listen to the lectures on the eve of Tang Sanzang and his disciples' arrival at Wanshou Mountain. No sooner had Daxian left Wanshou Mountain than Tang Sanzang would step into the gate of Wuzhuang Temple, with only a few days between them.

The real show is about to begin.

Shen Feng withdrew his gaze, turned around and walked back to the stone house, closing the door behind him.

……

Aoki-bo Market, the quiet room of Jingxinju Inn.

Fan Yuan, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes.

His breathing became rapid, and his heartbeat quickened involuntarily.

"The biggest boss has finally left the stage."

Fan Yuan muttered to himself, this was the day he had been waiting for.

With the arrival of Tang Sanzang and his disciples imminent, the ginseng fruit tree is about to be toppled, plunging the entire Wanshou Mountain area into unprecedented chaos.

Chaos, however, presents an opportunity.

"The plan should officially begin."

Fan Yuan took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and regained his composure.

He flipped his hand and slapped it onto the storage bag at his waist.

This time, he no longer took out those inferior spiritual materials.

Several pieces of metal fragments, exuding a chilling aura, lay scattered on the ground in front of him. These fragments were entirely dark blue, with irregular cracks along their edges, and a faint aura of malevolence emanated from them.

This was a high-grade magical artifact fragment that he had acquired at great expense, after several twists and turns in the market while Madam Bai was away. Although it was damaged, its material was genuine century-old cold iron.

Then he took out a piece of wood.

This piece of wood was only the length of an arm, charred black all over, and covered with lightning strike marks. In some places, it had even been carbonized into ash.

But if you look closely, you can discover that beneath this charred, deathly silence lies a faint glimmer of life.

Fan Yuan's hands moved swiftly, forming hand seals and his ten fingers flying, leaving afterimages in front of him.

hum!

Deep within the sea of ​​consciousness, the [Primordial Myriad Forms Mirror] trembled violently, and a chaotic light erupted from its surface.

"go!"

With a flick of his finger, Fan Yuan forced a drop of essence blood from his heart, which transformed into a blood bead and instantly merged into the Mirror of Consciousness.

The next instant, the scattered fragments of cold iron and the lightning-struck wood moved without wind, transforming into two streams of light that disappeared into the [Primordial Myriad Appearances Mirror].

As the light on the mirror began to dim.

A tall and slender figure slowly stepped out from the mirror.

This man had a face like jade, sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, a high nose bridge, and a faint smile on his lips.

He was dressed in a blue Taoist robe with flowing sleeves, exuding an otherworldly and refined air, devoid of any worldly concerns.

Fan Yuan examined the clone in front of him, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

The instant this clone took shape, ancient characters reappeared on the [Primordial Myriad Forms Mirror] in Fan Yuan's sea of ​​consciousness:

[Advanced clone successfully formed!]

Current number of clones: three

[Account feedback rate: 20%]

Race: Human

[Cultivation Level: Late Stage of Qi Refining]

Delivery area: within a radius of twenty li (approximately 10 kilometers).

Xin Fen slowly opened his eyes, a hint of intelligence flashing in them. He walked straight to Fan Yuan's side, lifted the hem of his Taoist robe, and sat down cross-legged as well.

Fan Yuan looked at the perfect face and impeccable temperament of the clone in front of him and nodded in satisfaction.

"This clone will be the key for me to obtain that ginseng fruit."

Fan Yuan's mind raced.

In the world of "Journey to the West", the importance of lineage, seniority, and the succession of masters and disciples is paramount.

Sun Wukong was unruly and didn't care about ordinary cultivators at all, but there was one exception: his mentor, Bodhi Patriarch of the Lingtai Fangcun Mountain and Xieyue Sanxing Cave.

The disciples of Patriarch Bodhi have twelve generations of disciples, whose wisdom is vast, their nature is profound, and their understanding is perfect.

Sun Wukong is the tenth generation, belonging to the "Wu" generation.

The ninth generation before the Wu generation is the Ying generation!

"If an unknown rogue cultivator were to approach Sun Wukong, he would only be killed with a single blow. But what if it were a senior disciple of the Ying generation?"

A fellow disciple from the same lineage as him, who was even a generation above him in terms of seniority.

A smile appeared on Fan Yuan's lips.

He looked at the clone before him and slowly uttered a name:

"From today onwards, your name will be Ying Lingzi."

Ying Lingzi is a disciple of the Ying generation from Fangcun Mountain.

After creating Ying Lingzi, Fan Yuan did not stop.

He needs to operate on two fronts.

On one hand, there's the upcoming main storyline of Journey to the West, with the ginseng fruit in Wuzhuang Temple; on the other hand, there's the White Bone Demon on White Tiger Ridge, who hasn't finished fleecing them yet.

"We've figured out most of the White Bone Demon's [Corpse Dissection Method], only the last bit of the core escape technique's operating route is missing."

Fan Yuan casually took out a few common spiritual materials from his storage bag; they were all cheap items that could be found anywhere in the market.

He activated the Primordial Mirror once again.

A moment later, an ordinary-looking middle-aged man emerged from the mirror, his cultivation level at the mid-stage of Qi Refining.

"Your name is Li Hao."

Fan Yuan took a Blood-Replenishing Pill and condensed two clones in succession, which made him feel slightly strained.

After a short period of recuperation, once his qi and blood had calmed down somewhat, he directly ordered the clone in front of him: "Go to White Tiger Ridge, wander around the vicinity of Broken Soul Valley, until you are eaten by the White Bone Demon."

"Yes." Li Hao replied woodenly, turned around, pushed open the door, and headed straight for White Tiger Ridge.

Watching him leave, Fan Yuan withdrew his gaze, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and once again separated his consciousness, entering Shen Feng's body, who was far away at Wuzhuang Temple.

……

Wuzhuang Temple, a place of spiritual medicinal herbs.

Shen Feng walked out of the stone house, glanced at the sky, and headed straight for the General Affairs Hall outside the gate.

Not long ago, he handed over spiritual herbs such as the Earth Spirit Purple Ganoderma and received a full 700 contribution points.

In this Wuzhuang Temple, contribution points are the hard currency.

Shen Feng arrived at the exchange counter of the General Affairs Hall.

"I want to exchange for the qualification to enter the library." Shen Feng handed his identity badge to the steward behind the counter.

The steward glanced at the nameplate and looked at Shen Feng with some surprise: "Seven hundred contribution points? You're quite lucky, a menial servant. First floor of the library, how long will it take you to exchange for them?"

"Exchange them all," Shen Feng said calmly.

"All of them?" The manager was taken aback.

For a menial disciple, seven hundred contribution points are enough to exchange for several bottles of pills to improve cultivation, or a decent low-grade magic weapon.

Spend 700 contribution points to read books in the library? No matter how much of those miscellaneous notes you read, it won't improve your strength.

"Sure?"

"Sure."

The steward shook his head, thinking to himself that this servant had lost his mind, but rules are rules. He took the nameplate, deducted 700 contribution points, and then handed Shen Feng a cyan restriction token.

Thank you.

Shen Feng took the jade token and turned to leave.

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