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

[Advanced clone successfully formed!]

Current number of clones: three

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Race: Human

[Cultivation Level: Mid-stage Qi Refining]

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

"From today onwards, your name is Li Ping."

Fan Yuan examined the newly formed clone, a satisfied smile curving his lips. This was the bait he had thrown out. Low-level cultivators like this were a dime a dozen in the market, making them easy targets for evil cultivators.

"Go."

He placed his clones in a dense forest more than ten miles away from Qingmufang City, and then his consciousness returned to his sea of ​​consciousness, taking over both clones at the same time.

……

The next morning.

At the exit of Aokibo Market, the flow of people was dense.

A fat Taoist priest in a gray robe was pulling at passing cultivators, asking them all sorts of questions.

"Fellow Daoist, please wait! May I ask where around here there is a way to make money? I'm new here and lack resources!"

"Hey, hey, don't go! I'm quite strong and can draw some exorcism talismans. Want to join my adventure team?"

Most of the passing cultivators cast disdainful glances at him, looking at this arrogant mid-stage Qi Refining cultivator as if he were a fool, and avoided him at all costs.

This fat Taoist priest was none other than Li Ping.

He loitered around the market exit for half an hour, speaking so loudly that he seemed afraid no one would know he was a fat sheep eager to make a fortune.

Just as Li Ping was having his sleeves flung away several times, a fragrant breeze wafted over him.

"Young man, are you looking for some work?"

Her voice was captivatingly charming.

Li Ping turned around abruptly and saw a beautiful woman in a plain white dress with a delicate face smiling at him.

Those peach blossom eyes, shimmering with water, seemed capable of stealing one's soul.

"Gulp."

Li Ping swallowed hard, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets, looking completely smitten: "Fairy...Fairy sister, are you calling me?"

Madam Bai covered her mouth and chuckled softly, a hint of barely perceptible contempt flashing deep in her eyes.

She was getting impatient waiting for Fan Yuan at the market exit, but to no avail. Unexpectedly, she ran into this scumbag.

His cultivation level was low and his foundation was weak, but his blood and qi were unusually vigorous, which meant that he had consumed some kind of rare and precious material but had not fully refined it.

This powerful tonic is exactly what she urgently needs right now.

"Of course I'm calling you."

Madam Bai moved gracefully to Li Ping's side, her breath sweet as orchids: "I happen to be going to an ancient cultivation site to search for treasures, and I need an assistant. If you don't mind, young man, why not come with me? You'll be well rewarded after the mission is accomplished."

"Ancient restoration ruins?!"

Li Ping's eyes lit up instantly, his greed evident in his expression, but then he hesitated, his gaze lingering on Madam Bai's graceful figure: "Fairy Sister, this...this isn't quite right, is it? My cultivation is low, I'm afraid I'll hold you back."

"It's alright."

Madam Bai extended a slender, white finger and gently touched Li Ping's chest. A faint pink spiritual energy flowed from her fingertip into his body.

Seductive arts and bewitching charms.

Li Ping's body trembled violently, and his eyes instantly became glazed over, as if he were in a gentle embrace, completely losing his vigilance.

"Since you've spoken, sister, this humble Taoist... this humble Taoist will naturally do my utmost! I'll brave mountains of knives and seas of fire without hesitation!" Li Ping patted his chest, appearing ready to risk his life for the beauty.

Madam Bai nodded in satisfaction.

These naive, unsophisticated cultivators are the easiest to fool; a little trickery can easily make them obediently walk into their deaths.

"Then let's go, don't keep the others waiting."

Madam Bai turned and walked out of the market.

Li Ping followed behind her eagerly, completely unaware of the sinister smile that appeared on Madam Bai's lips as she turned around.

……

The two left the safe zone of the market, one after the other.

Heading west for about a hundred miles, they arrived at a desolate mountain range called Qingsha Ridge.

The mountains here are steep and rugged, with jagged rocks, and are shrouded in a faint bluish aura all year round, so ordinary wild animals dare not approach.

Noon, 3:45.

Madam Bai led Li Ping to a secluded valley.

At this moment, three cultivators were already standing in the valley.

Two men and one woman, all with the cultivation level of the early stage of Spirit Refinement.

A burly, dark-faced man carrying a giant axe, his muscles bulging; a gaunt old man holding a skull staff, his eyes sinister; and a heavily made-up middle-aged woman playing with a small blue snake in her hand.

These three were clearly a group of independent cultivators who often hung out together. They were talking in hushed tones when they saw Madam Bai arrive. They all stopped talking and their eyes fell on Li Ping, who was following behind her.

That look in his eyes was like looking at a lamb to the slaughter.

"Madam Bai, is this the helper you found?" The burly, dark-faced man sneered, making no attempt to hide the disdain in his eyes. "A piece of trash at the mid-stage of Qi Refining can break the formation?"

Madam Bai smiled gently but did not answer. Her gaze swept around her, and her brows furrowed slightly.

Fan Yuan actually didn't come.

"Damn brat, he won't listen to reason, so he'll have to suffer the consequences," she cursed inwardly, not expecting the other party to be so vigilant.

However, with these three fools in the Refinement stage, plus this free supplement, it's barely enough.

"Now that everyone is here, let's begin."

Madam Bai composed herself, her gentle smile returning to her face. She cupped her hands in greeting to the three cultivators at the Spirit Refinement stage: "Fellow Daoists, the ancient cultivator's cave is not far ahead. The restrictions there are quite troublesome, and we will need to rely on your supernatural abilities."

"Of course, of course." The gaunt old man smiled sinisterly. "Just don't forget the promise you made after it's all done."

"nature."

Madam Bai turned and led the way, heading deeper into the valley.

Li Ping remained meek and submissive, following closely behind Madam Bai as if she were his only support.

The three cultivators who had refined their spiritual energy hung at a distance, neither too close nor too far, maintaining a wary distance from each other.

We walked to the deepest part of the valley.

The malevolent aura around them grew stronger, and even the sunlight became bleak.

Madam Bai suddenly stopped in her tracks.

"arrive?"

The burly, dark-faced man behind him asked, his eyes searching around, but he couldn't find any entrance to the cave.

"arrive."

With her back to the crowd, Madam Bai's voice became somewhat ethereal, "This is where you will all perish."

Before he could finish speaking, a sudden change occurred.

"roar!"

Two dark figures rushed out and instantly pounced on the three cultivators who had reached the Divine Refinement stage.

These are two corpses, each about ten feet tall and covered in green hair. The aura emanating from each of them is comparable to that of a Void Refinement stage cultivator!

"Oh no! It's a trap!"

The gaunt old man reacted the fastest, slamming his skull staff into the ground, sending up a plume of black smoke as he attempted to escape using earth magic.

However, it was too late.

Madam Bai suddenly turned around, her charming face instantly twisting into a pale, fleshless skull mask, with ghostly fire flickering in her eyes.