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

Aoki Ward, the quiet room of Jingxinju Inn.

The stone gate was tightly closed, isolating it from all the noise of the outside world.

Fan Yuan, who was sitting cross-legged on the futon, slowly opened his eyes. His physical body did not move at all, and his aura was as steady as an abyss, but deep in his soul, he had just experienced a thrilling battle.

The sound of the wind in the forest of Longevity Mountain, the sharp whistling of flying swords cutting through the air... everything that Shen Feng, the clone, perceived was controlled behind the scenes by the main body.

"All five have completed their Qi cultivation."

Fan Yuan silently calculated in his mind.

The five members of the Zhao family, led by Zhao Teng, had already reached the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, while the other four were all in the Late Stage of Qi Refining. Such a group would only lead to certain death for ordinary low-level rogue cultivators.

But it couldn't even last one round against the clone.

"The practical effects of the 'Wind Control and Cloud Flowing Technique' have exceeded expectations."

Fan Yuan savored the struggle in the First Line Sky Canyon. His clone hardly consumed any spiritual power, and with just his exquisite control over the wind, he manipulated the five people at will.

This feeling of overwhelming others with power rather than force is the essence of orthodox Taoist methods.

"The Samadhi Divine Wind can defeat the enemy's soul, and it is even more unbeatable in narrow terrain."

"The Weak Water Shield is incredibly powerful. It completely dissolved the superior-grade Golden Sword Talisman without even having to use the Xuan Turtle Spirit Armor. The power of this innate divine ability is indeed incomparable to acquired magic."

Through this practical experience, Fan Yuan gained a clear understanding of the combat capabilities of his clones.

When not using his trump card, the clone is merely a handyman disciple who has perfected his Qi cultivation and is proficient in wind and escape techniques.

Once all their trump cards are revealed, they may still have a fighting chance against cultivators in the Refining Spirit stage.

All of this became his experience and confidence.

"The Zhao family..."

Fan Yuan thought of this, but his eyes remained completely calm.

In this world where human life is as cheap as grass, entanglements of cause and effect are the norm. Once they are formed, they should be severed.

He didn't even bother to remember Zhao Teng's name, because he was just a stepping stone on the path of cultivation, a skeleton.

He was preparing to immerse himself in cultivation again, digesting the insights gained from this battle.

Sudden.

"Buzz..."

A faint fluctuation of spiritual energy pierced through the restrictions of the meditation room.

A pale purple communication talisman floated lightly in front of him, emitting a faint fragrance.

Mrs. Bai.

Fan Yuan's eyes turned cold.

This was the third time, and this time he actually used a secret technique to send the transmission talisman into the meditation room he had rented.

This is both a demonstration and a warning.

Without hesitation, Fan Yuan flicked a wisp of spiritual energy from his fingertip and placed it on the transmission talisman.

The talisman ignited without fire, and a woman's voice, devoid of any pretense of gentleness, rang out in the quiet room:

"Fellow Daoist Fan, you certainly have a high opinion of yourself, making me wait for so long."

His voice paused, carrying an undisguised murderous intent and impatience.

"My patience is limited. Tomorrow at noon, the cave in Qing Sha Ridge will open. If you don't come, you will be disrespecting me."

"Just a heads-up, although Aoki Ward is large, it will eventually become a place you have to leave. The roads outside the ward are not easy to travel."

As soon as he finished speaking, the transmission talisman turned to ashes.

The room was deathly silent.

Fan Yuan sat there with a wry smile on his face.

See the picture poorly.

This White Bone Demon has finally torn off her mask and stopped pretending.

"The roads outside the market are difficult to walk on..."

Fan Yuan pondered these words, his mind clear as day. This was a blatant threat; if he dared to step out of Qingmu Market, he would be met with a thunderous blow.

He was completely targeted by this White Bone Demon.

As long as he remained within the market, with the rules set by that powerful Daoist master, the White Bone Demon wouldn't dare to make a move. But he couldn't stay hidden here forever; resources would eventually run out.

When that time comes, being driven out of the market will mark his death.

Fan Yuan pondered for a moment, then took out another blank talisman, infused it with spiritual power, and responded in a low voice:

"Senior, please calm down. I have no intention of being negligent. However... this matter is of great importance, and my cultivation is too low. I am truly terrified. Please allow me... allow me to consider this for one more night. I will give you an answer first thing tomorrow morning."

His voice was filled with hesitation and a hint of forced submission.

The communication talisman transformed into a streak of light and flew out of the inn.

After doing all this, Fan Yuan's face remained calm.

"Have you run out of patience?"

He gave a cold laugh.

The more agitated the White Bone Demon becomes, the more it indicates that she has a problem. Either her life-sustaining blood essence reserves are depleted, or she is about to face some kind of tribulation and urgently needs to devour the primordial yang of cultivators to overcome the difficulty.

That being the case...

Fan Yuan had a flash of inspiration.

Fortune favors the bold.

Simply retreating will only hand over the initiative to the other side, leading to a slow death. Since the other side has already forced you to the doorstep, you might as well... offer yourself up.

He began to quickly calculate the risks and benefits involved.

The risk, of course, is death. Facing a ghost immortal whose strength is unknown, even if the opponent is in poor condition, one's own cultivation is like that of an ant.

But the returns are equally enormous.

"The White Bone Demon's escape techniques..."

Fan Yuan recalled classic scenes from his previous life's "Journey to the West".

Three Battles with the White Bone Demon.

The demon managed to escape twice under Sun Wukong's golden cudgel. The first time, it left behind a fake corpse. The second time, it used the same trick again. It wasn't until the third time that it was finally killed.

This is the Corpse Dissolution Technique! It allows one to abandon their physical body in a critical moment, allowing their primordial spirit to escape, like a cicada shedding its shell.

In the Journey to the West world, where death and annihilation are commonplace, the value of such life-saving supernatural powers even surpasses that of offensive supernatural powers.

"If I could witness it firsthand, even if I only learned a tiny bit, it would be an incredible opportunity for me."

Fan Yuan's heart started racing uncontrollably.

What is the essence of his cultivation? It is immortality, and the prerequisite for immortality is to be alive.

He was willing to pay any price to obtain any means that could increase his chances of survival.

Besides... since the White Bone Demon has come knocking on my door time and time again, I shouldn't blame myself for being impolite.

Fan Yuan's lips curled up slightly, revealing a smile that only he could understand.

"Your death is near."

Fan Yuan didn't take the threat from the White Bone Demon to heart; he knew better than anyone else what her ultimate fate would be.

As soon as Tang Sanzang and his disciples arrive at the Wanshou Mountain area, the White Bone Demon's entire mind will be drawn to Tang Sanzang.

By then, where would she have the time to care about a mere Spirit Refining cultivator like herself?

This was her calamity, and also her destiny.

What I need to do is survive until the pilgrims arrive and extract enough benefits from the impending calamity.

"Since you want to take my bait, then let's see if your teeth are strong enough to tell the difference between the real and the fake."

……

With a thought, Fan Yuan's consciousness sank into the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness, where the ancient and weathered [Primordial Myriad Appearances Mirror] was quietly floating.

He forced out a drop of crimson blood essence and merged it into the mirror. He then took out a pile of prepared ordinary spiritual materials from his storage bag and added them in as well.

Ripples spread across the mirror's surface as essence and spiritual materials rapidly merged, reshaping and reforming within the mirror's world.