Mortals cultivate immortality, awaken their clones and practice together

I saw the mist rising from the spiritual liquid in the bathtub turned into two long dragons and breathed into it. Even the half bottle left in the glass bottle was sucked up by the baby boy.

"That's my body-tempering elixir! You actually took it?!"

After being stunned for a few seconds, Ye Chunyang became furious.

This half-bottle of bone-clearing spiritual fluid, which he relied on to refine his body and energy, was absorbed by the baby in one go.

Where will he look for it in the future?

But suddenly, he saw the baby boy's whole body trembling, and powerful medicinal power erupted from his body.

At the same time, Ye Chunyang actually felt that a huge force was inexplicably born in his body, constantly traveling and tempering in his meridians.

The strangeness inside his body frightened Ye Chunyang.

"He absorbed the bone-clearing spiritual liquid, and the power of the medicine was also transferred to me. Could it be that... he is a clone condensed from my body?"

Thinking of this, Ye Chunyang suddenly had a bold idea.

"If this baby is really my clone, can I also control him?"

At that moment, Ye Chunyang tried to control it with his mind, and sure enough, he saw the clone floating towards him.

This discovery surprised Ye Chunyang even more.

So he breathed out the secrets again, and used the body tempering method to circulate the medicinal power in his body for thirty-three days.

Then, he was shocked again.

"I can actually use this clone to practice together?!"

At this time, Ye Chunyang also felt that the baby boy's spiritual power was also flowing.

After a while, white mist spread over both bodies, and many black impurities seeped out from the pores.

The skin on the body is also constantly shedding and regenerating at an alarming rate.

Ye Chunyang was secretly surprised. The newly grown skin was not only smooth and white, but also firm and strong. It was obviously a qualitative change compared to before.

In just a quarter of an hour, he was surrounded by a thick layer of scabs.

Then I felt my body was light and full of strength.

"Using bone-clearing spirit fluid to cleanse the meridians of impurities is the first step in body tempering. I thought it would be quite difficult at first, but I never thought that I could control this clone to practice together and it would be easy to complete."

He punched out and let out an explosion of air.

This is a sign of the first level of Qi refining.

"I have already entered the first level of Qi refining. I wonder how fast this practice is?"

At this moment, looking at the clone next to him, Ye Chunyang could not conceal his shock.

"This clone has also entered the first level of Qi refining!"

"If I practice with two bodies in the future, wouldn't the speed be twice that of an ordinary person?"

After thinking deeply, Ye Chunyang shook his head again.

Since the two bodies can practice together and both can improve their cultivation, the spiritual power required will probably be doubled.

"Even if the spiritual power required is more than that of ordinary people, the benefits brought by the clone are still extraordinary. In the future, it may become the key to self-protection. However, the clone also contains too much mystery. Once spread, it will definitely cause an uproar."

After thinking that the world of cultivating immortals did not seem as beautiful as imagined, Ye Chunyang decided to hide the clone.

It must not be discovered, let alone taken out of the house. You must think of a way to place it in the future.

The night passed quickly.

Opening the door and looking at the blue sky, Ye Chunyang's body stood as straight as a javelin.

I believe that no matter how vast and cruel this world is, there will one day be a place for him to gain a foothold.

Taking a deep breath, he picked up the ladle and walked towards the dining room.

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"Have you heard? One of the new disciples has been assigned to our dining room."

"It is said that Uncle Su brought that person from his family. I don't know what kind of bad luck that person had. He was assigned to our in-house kitchen. It's really abominable. I have been waiting in the in-house kitchen for many years. I have enjoyed good food and drink, and there is actually someone there. Come and steal our jobs.”

"Uncle Su possesses heavenly spiritual roots. He has reached the late stage of foundation building at the age of seventeen. He is even more amazingly talented in refining medicine. Master Yunzhen, the number one alchemist of our sect, has long accepted her as a true successor. Disciple, people who come from her family may have their noses turned up to the sky.”

As soon as he walked into the dining room, Ye Chunyang heard a whisper in his ears.

It seems that the object of discussion is himself.

Having learned his previous lessons, Ye Chunyang decided to keep a low profile.

He passed several people, found a boiler and prepared to light a fire.

"Wait a minute."

At this moment, a deep voice suddenly came.

I saw a tall, round-waisted man looking down at Ye Chunyang, quite fiercely.

Ye Chunyang frowned, understanding in his heart.

The kitchen handyman is a fat man and is exposed to countless spiritual foods every day.

Obviously these people do not want one more person to share the only resources they have.

Looking at this situation, they might start to cause trouble for themselves.

So Ye Chunyang said calmly: "What advice does this senior brother have?"

The stout man glanced at Ye Chunyang up and down. After a while, he pointed to a boiler at the far end and said coldly: "Maybe you don't know the rules yet. The boiler and ingredients for the new kitchen handyman are over there."

Looking in the direction he pointed, Ye Chunyang's face suddenly became ugly.

The big pot on the corner is rusty and has no ingredients. How to make a meal?

Seeing other bosses gloating about their misfortune, Ye Chunyang understood immediately.

Apparently they separated the ingredients early and deliberately made things difficult for him.

It is difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without rice, and the only fate waiting for her is to be kicked out of the dining room.

Ye Chunyang's heart was gloomy, so he found a bag of rice that seemed to be discarded from the corner, and put it into the pot, intending to make porridge.

"People who cultivate immortality are actually deceitful and selfish. It seems that I have to be careful."

"However, the things in these cultivating sects are extraordinary. Even the ingredients are different from ordinary things. It is not a bad thing that I was arranged to enter the kitchen. I am afraid that just by eating secretly, I will make myself fat."

While loading the rice, Ye Chunyang quietly observed.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.

Then he took the big spoon he brought with him and stirred it in the pot.

The scene that happened next shocked him.

With the stirring, the big spoon faintly activated the spiritual power in the body, and the surface of the spoon glowed with silver light.

He actually had the same strange behavior as when he fought against the Golden Wheel Ghost King that day.

However, the silver light on it did not pour into Ye Chunyang's body, but flickered into the pot.

There were originally only ordinary-sized rice grains in the pot, but after the silver light faded in, they actually expanded and became crystal clear.

"What's going on? Is this spoon really extraordinary and a treasure?"

Ye Chunyang was pleasantly surprised and once again controlled the spoon with his mind.

Sure enough, the pot was filled with energy.

What was an ordinary pot of gruel suddenly turned into an alluring aroma.

Fortunately, there were no other people around, so there was no unusual movement.

While Ye Chunyang was cooking porridge, various heads of state had successively brought the prepared meals to the lobby, waiting for high-level disciples to come and eat.

Not long after, Ye Chunyang also finished cooking the porridge.

"Huh? Senior Brother Lin Yu, what do you think he is making? Is it edible?"

"It seems to be rice porridge? Could this kid's head be kicked by a donkey? Who would want to eat white rice porridge without lingcao?"

"Hahaha... He is indeed a slave in a mortal family. People from our Immortal Cultivating Sect don't eat ordinary food. He actually cooks with this. It's extremely ridiculous."

Several chefs looked at Ye Chunyang from a distance and burst into laughter.

Immortal cultivators only eat magical medicine and fairy grass, so why would they like rice grown by mortals?

Even low-level handymen like them don't eat this food.

The sturdy man named Lin Yu also looked contemptuous.

I'm afraid something bad is going to happen now. As long as the senior brothers eating outside get angry, Ye Chunyang will be kicked out of the dining room without them taking action.

Sure enough, when the pot of white porridge was brought out, the canteen immediately started boiling.

But it was different from what Lin Yu and the others imagined.

I saw a group of high-level disciples scrambling to grab the pot of white porridge.

It was swept away in a matter of seconds.

However, after the fight, they were still not satisfied and clapped their hands one after another.

"I didn't expect that there could be such delicious food in the world. This bowl of spiritual porridge actually made my spiritual veins clear and my cultivation level slightly improved!"

"Compared to this, what we ate in the past was simply pig food!"

In the cafeteria, many high-level Qi refining disciples were surprised to find that after eating this bowl of white porridge, the spiritual energy in their bodies circulated smoothly, which was comparable to taking fairy grass.