This figure is as big as Yan Xiaobao. It is ford by many priceless treasures, but the body itself seems to be made of so tal that shines like silver.
"What you need to do is add your soul mark to this figure, and then it will take your form and obey your commands." After saying this, the spirit, seemingly in a pleasant mood, continued speaking. "I didn’t originally intend to help you, but you’ve given a lot of storage stones, so I’m willing to. Make sure to take advantage of this favor I’ve done for you," he said before disappearing back into the box.
"You’re very lucky this ti," Lan Feng comnted. "It seems we’re almost ready to confront the Third Prince." We need to do so preparatory work first." Yan Xiaobao sighed, thinking about what else they needed to do. "Not to ntion I need to practice this Soul Shaking Spirit Imprint. I need to learn how to move this new body as if it is my own. I’ve never experienced controlling two bodies simultaneously, so I guess I need so ti to get proficient.
Although Yan Xiaobao was excited and relieved, he was also realistic. He understood that it wouldn’t be easy. Therefore, he sat in the lotus position once again to comprehend the ability through the scroll.
Even though Yan Xiaobao had read this ability many tis, he still couldn’t help but praise it when he closed his eyes. Deep within his heart, his consciousness appeared near his martial power core, and after focusing his will on his soul, he managed to create a copy of his own mind.
This copy composed of Wu Wei, controlled by Yan Xiaobao’s consciousness, entered his martial power core. The replica slowly began to mimic his actions. As he moved within the martial power core, the replica would move, and if he sat down, the replica would sit down.
Yan Xiaobao found that copying a person’s soul wasn’t an arduous task. Creating a Wu Wei replica didn’t require anything, just a little thought. Unfortunately, it proved much more difficult to control the replica.
Yan Xiaobao easily mimicked his true soul, but when he wanted the replica to do sothing different from his true soul, the difficulty skyrocketed. The replica often remained completely motionless and didn’t even respond to Yan Xiaobao’s requests.
Due to the many issues with controlling this new soul, Yan Xiaobao could only imagine the trouble he would have controlling the replica outside his body. As his hand waved, the replica dissipated back into Wu Wei, who returned to his martial power core.
Upon opening his eyes, he stood up. As he took off his clothes, Yan Xiaobao sighed softly. "I have a long way to go before I can control the replica," Yan Xiaobao complained to Lan Feng. ’First, I need to control the replica within myself, then I need to release the replica and let it enter the tal body. Then, I need to learn how to control it within the tal body.
"Well, I guess the only thing I can do is keep trying," Yan Xiaobao decided.
As Yan Xiaobao spent all his ti learning how to control the soul replica, the days passed one by one. No matter the day, he would dedicate ti to training this art.
These days quickly turned into months, and although Yan Xiaobao trained for a long ti, he had only just learned how to fully control the soul replica within his mind.
’Finally!’ Yan Xiaobao laughed, the words spreading across his lips. "Now I can completely control the replica in my mind! Onto the next step." As he waved his hand, he thought excitedly, causing a human-sized figure to appear before him. Closing his eyes, he once again summoned a soul clone driven by Wu Wei, but this ti, he hoped to leave his body and rge with the clone in front of him.
Yan Xiaobao spent several months training, during which he focused on nothing but his training. During his training, Wang Julong did her best to ensure no one disturbed him. Even Lao and Qiao were told that he was undergoing closed-door training. No one, not even Wang Julong, knew what he was training or even what it was. However, seeing how focused Yan Xiaobao was, she knew it was very important.
rging the soul replica with the figure wasn’t difficult. The tal figure almost attracted the soul, and the mont the soul copy entered the tal, it began to twist and turn. So surfaces started to take on his skin color, while others peeled off to beco his clothes. After what seed like a minute, the tallic shape no longer appeared to be ford from tal but looked like a replica of Yan Xiaobao.
Although Yan Xiaobao was excited to finally control the soul replica, he was fully aware that he might have to start learning how to control it from scratch since the soul was outside himself. He could only imagine moving and controlling it would be more challenging.
Sighing, Yan Xiaobao closed his eyes and sat down once again. Moving his tal replica was actually not as difficult as he expected. Although it required more energy and martial power to control the tal body, the principles remained the sa. This made Yan Xiaobao ecstatic because he realized he could control the tal replica, though it quickly consud a lot of energy.
Opening his eyes, the replica stopped moving around the room. Monts later, as the replica disappeared, a stream of martial power dissipated into the air.
"There is still a problem," he complained to Lan Feng. "I can’t control the replica when I move, so there are two options. Either I hide my real body sowhere and leave with the replica palace, or I wait to attack the Third Prince until I’ve completed my training and can simultaneously control the replica and my real body. What do you think is best?" Yan Xiaobao thought about the Phoenix in his heart, but all he saw was the smile on Lan Feng’s face. "It seems you’ve forgotten a very important thing," Lan Feng laughed. ’I’m still here. Let take care of your body, and then you can control the replica. That way, we can kill the prince as soon as possible.
Upon hearing his words, Yan Xiaobao was initially stunned, then smiled bitterly. Of course, Lan Feng had controlled his body many tis, and forgetting about him, Yan Xiaobao made a significant mistake.
"All right, it’s decided. Let’s do it. I plan to write a letter to the Princess requesting an audience within a week. That should give us enough ti to prepare.
"I need to visit Gao Yan again. I haven’t attended in the months I’ve been training, and it seems Sha Yun has returned. I also need information about the Prince’s Skills. I don’t believe there’s no writing about how he fights. He obviously tried to keep it quiet, but even so, rumors must have spread." Yan Xiaobao pondered as he listened to his Phoenix.
"Don’t just think about it, do it," Lan Feng said with a smile before sitting in the lotus position and starting to cultivate. Yan Xiaobao nodded, waving his hand, and the tal figure disappeared into the air. Although it seed to vanish without a trace, Yan Xiaobao knew it was safely stored in the Cosmic Box.
"All right, ti for a trip to the black lion," Yan Xiaobao said, standing up to leave the room. The whole mansion was quiet; everyone was busy doing their own things, and no one paid attention to Yan Xiaobao slowly disappearing through the front gate. Only the guards patrolling the entrance noticed his departure, and both respectfully bowed to their master.
Yan Xiaobao was not in a hurry today, so he didn’t dash across the rooftops. Instead, he walked along, mind on different things. Commuters shouted their wares’ prices, maids chatted idly about their masters, and errand boys were just a small part of the daily activities he saw people engaging in. The city was full of noise; people were everywhere, and everything was lively. For soone who had been cooped up inside for months, this vibrant display was so invigorating that Yan Xiaobao couldn’t help but smile as he looked around him.
Yan Xiaobao moved through the small town, stopping here and there. He purchased so food from various stalls all around. Most of it was for Lao and Qiao on his return, but the rest was for him to eat on his way to the black lion.
The closer he got to the black lion, the fewer people he saw on the street. By the ti he reached the inn, the roads were deserted, and many tall buildings cast shadows, plunging the narrow streets into darkness.
The innkeeper, now recognizing Yan Xiaobao as soone important to Gao Yan, no longer stared at the white-haired young man; however, as custors casually climbed the stairs, they couldn’t help but stare at him.
Yan Xiaobao knocked on the door, smiling, moving towards Gao Yan’s face. He felt there was no need to explain why it had been so long since his last visit, as Gao Yan should have been fully aware that he had undergone near-closed door training.
Looking at Gao Yan, Yan Xiaobao frowned. There was no smile on his face, and after months of training, he saw his friend wasn’t happy either. Apparently, so of the information Yan Xiaobao had previously inquired about was not good news.
"Gao Yan," Yan Xiaobao said, seating himself on a chair at the table. "What’s going on?"
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