The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

In this era, there were the Chinese Empire, the eight surrounding kingdoms, and various forces within their borders.

Their ability to stand as a powerful force must be due to the presence of strong spiritual warriors within their ranks.

However, cultivation requires certain qualifications.

It's not like the previous system where everyone changed jobs.

At least the upgrade process is relatively fair.

The strongest among the spiritual warriors are destined to be extremely rare, a minority.

But the interesting thing is that this is also an era of highly advanced technology.

The strong attain enlightenment through spiritual martial arts.

The weak can strengthen themselves through technology!

Those who lack aptitude or fail to achieve anything significant in cultivation can rival spiritual warriors simply by being given a set of mech armor.

The higher the cost of the mech armor, the stronger its combat power after being armed, with its upper limit even comparable to the Overlord Realm.

Some martial arts practitioners also use technological power to enhance their combat capabilities.

The current situation is that a developed power has no weak members in its internal fighting force; that is, its minimum fighting strength is very high.

When his clones suggested robbing the rich to get rich, Song Feng could only say, "Times have changed."

Because this is something that a group of fifth-level acquired spiritual warriors cannot accomplish on their own.

"Wow, the world level has gone up!"

"A comprehensive improvement."

"We're going to have a hard time developing this wave."

"It seems we don't need to develop. From what I feel, our level can be synchronized with the old and new thieves in real time. When they improve, we improve too, unlike the old thieves."

"As for resources, let's leave aside things like pills, talismans, formations, armor, and mechs. At the very least, we need martial arts and weapons, right? We can't fight people bare-handed every day!"

"A hellish start! A cataclysmic beginning! A generous gift of crabs!"

"Uh... guys, it's not just this problem, there's something else you haven't noticed?"

One of the clones raised a crucial question.

"The regular army of the Celestial Race is coming!"

The clones all read Song Feng's memories.

In fact, even without accessing memories, I saw it on the screens of those high-rise buildings when passing through the wealthy area.

[421 days remaining until the Celestial Race arrives on Earth!]

With just over a year left, a thousand years ago, people saw a prophecy pieced together from mysterious writing in the sky above the earth.

Humans call that day "Reconnaissance Day".

With the day of the Second World War drawing ever closer, Earth's society is now on the verge of violent upheaval.

However, because the current powerful figures are too strong and have a strong deterrent effect, they have suppressed all kinds of restless factors.

In addition, there are many other races active on Earth, so the centripetal force among humans is still relatively strong.

"Actually, those who are worried about the problem of the Heavenly Destiny God Clan are the major powers, ancient clans, strong people, high-ranking officials, and alien races. As for ordinary people like us who are struggling to survive at the bottom, even if the day of war comes again, our life and death are not in our own hands."

Chen Gou, standing to the side, wholeheartedly agreed.

"If another war with Japan means the end of the world, then we should live in the present even more! If the sky falls, someone tall will hold it up; it has nothing to do with us!"

If we fight Japan again, and the Fated Gods can't do anything to us, wouldn't that be even better? It'll still have nothing to do with us!

Chen Gou's outlook on life is just that casual and open-minded.

In the middle of the night, Chen Gou's snoring made Song Feng frown.

Unable to sleep, I decided to practice my internal energy cultivation.

"New or old thief, what kind of martial arts do you practice?"

"The Mysterious Qi Cultivation Technique is a very ordinary acquired cultivation method. I found it in a trash can when I was homeless. It was probably bought by someone who didn't want to use it and just threw it away."

"Do we need to practice our skills?"

"Aren't you all at the same level as me? I'll just keep practicing."

"Have you ever considered that if we practice martial arts, it might give you feedback on your level of skill?"

"You can do it like that?"

"You should spend more time reading our memories."

Song Feng frowned slightly.

"Speaking of which, you always let us access your memories, but many of the memories I access are incomplete. It seems that I can't receive some of your memories."

"Is this even possible?"

Song Feng also let his clones try practicing the martial arts.

Sure enough, after his clone began cultivating, Song Feng discovered that his internal energy had increased dozens of times!

In no time at all, he broke through to the sixth level of the Acquired Realm!

"Brilliant! In this way, as long as I have enough clones, even if I cultivate the most worthless techniques and have the most mediocre talent, I can still gradually cultivate myself into a supreme expert!"

Thinking of this, Song Feng felt extremely pleased.

"Everyone! Let's work together!"

The clones were taken aback.

They thought Song Feng was going to do what Song Gua did: just lie down and scroll through his phone.

"This new thief is really different from the old one..."

"Could it be that he really isn't that old scoundrel?"

"I kind of miss the old thief, even though he always exploited us."

"Impossible, we've been resurrected, the old thief couldn't have not been resurrected."

"You old scoundrel, where are you?"

Midnight has passed.

A new clone has appeared.

As soon as he appeared, he burst forth with surging flames, and amidst the rolling, burning golden flames were a bright red hood and a red Taoist robe!

"Hey! Huozi's here!"

"Brother Huo's high level of martial arts skills is a perfect match for his profession in this era!"

"With Brother Huozi around, I feel incredibly safe!"

"Have you guys forgotten how terrible the fates were for the guys who teamed up with Huozi?"

"Uh... Brother Gui! Where are you? We miss you!"

The flames emanating from Huozi Ge's body directly woke Chen Gou up.

"Damn it! This place is so tiny, don't use your Five Elements Spiritual Arts! You want to burn me to death?!"

Huozi glanced at this guy.

"Who the hell are you?"

Chen Gou pointed to himself, pursed his lips, and looked at Song Feng.

"Your clone is very rude."

Song Feng smiled faintly.

You'll get used to it.

"No, why do I feel like some of your clones are even more powerful than you are? Even a Primordial Spirit Warrior couldn't withstand that flame without getting hurt, right?"

"Yes, I am still developing my Dao Body abilities."

Song Feng explained the Dao to Chen Gou.

Chen Gou said with great envy.

"You have a Dao Body, although it has only just awakened, but it will shine brightly sooner or later. When it is noticed by those powerful forces, you will have nothing to worry about in the future."

"The day of the second war is approaching, and we don't even know if Earth will have a future. There's no point in thinking about these things."

"Too."

Huozi extinguished the flames, and Chen Gou continued to sleep.

Song Feng stood up and shook hands with Brother Huo.

Welcome to our team.

Huo Zi's lips twitched.

"Was I born into the wrong family?"

After accessing his memories, Huozi understood the cause of the incident.

"I can't figure it out..."

Huozi couldn't understand the current situation either, so he could only accept it for now and consider what would happen next.

"So, you don't have any of those clone abilities either, like position swapping, clone kicking, or the 'confusion passive'?"