Douluo: I became the villain

"Ah-ah-"

Painful wails kept coming out of the secret room, and the owner of the voice was none other than Qian Xunji. After more than a month of continuous learning, he came to the secret room and began to continuously try to create his own clone soul skills.

The pain of soul separation is beyond Qian Xunji's imagination. When the separation first started, just by pulling apart the soul, the pain caused him to pass out from the pain.Even now, after experiencing the pain of soul separation for half a year, he fainted after a third of the separation.

In the silent secret room, Chihiroji lay motionless on the ground like a dead dog...

……

"Minute!"

Beads of sweat kept falling down on Qianxunji's pale face.I saw the right side of Qian Xunji's body constantly squirming, and a huge amount of soul power separated from the right side of Qian Xunji's body. This soul power kept changing, and gradually the outline of a human figure appeared, and finally the whole person became extremely clear.

I saw that this man was extremely handsome, his face was as clear as a sculpture, and his angular face was extremely handsome.Blond hair shawl, golden pupils under a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows exuding majesty.A tall nose and moderately thick red lips.The whole person is rich and handsome but also reveals his innate nobility.

This person is the clone of Qian Xunji. Unlike the other clones, this clone is full of life. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is another Qian Xunji.

This clone is the result of Qian Xunji this year. The appearance of the clone did not improve Qian Xunji's combat power. It even took away half of Qian Xunji's soul power. The severe damage to the clone will even affect Qian Xunji. The origin of Qian Xunji is just because he has half the soul of Qian Xunji.

It can be said that no one in the cultivation world would learn such a clone technique with a lot of side effects, and it is definitely on the bottom list in the cultivation world.But for Qian Xunji, it was a magical skill, because he successfully separated half of Qian Xunji's soul.

Looking at the clone in front of him, Qian Xunji showed a bright smile and laughed wildly: "Hahaha~"

Hearty laughter echoed in the empty secret room.If anyone is around Qian Xunji, he will definitely be frightened. His pale face is bloodless, and his former handsomeness has long disappeared. At this moment, Qian Xunji is like a devil in this dark secret room.

The clone slowly helped Qian Xunji up, placed Qian Xunji on the chair and sat down, then returned to Qian Xunji's body.With the return of the clone, Qian Xunji's face began to turn rosy.After a long time, he used the clone soul skill again, and once again used the clone soul skill, Qian Xunji no longer felt pain, but only felt that half of the soul power in his body was lost.Feeling two identical selves, the strange feeling even made Qian Xunji unable to tell which one was his.

After taking back the clone again, Qian Xunji said: "Okay, let's start the next plan."

The gentle tone seemed to be speaking to an invisible person in the secret room.

Tiandou City, a gorgeous mansion.

"Oh hey~oh hey~"

A man in a rich robe is playing with a baby in his arms, with a rosy little round face.On his big head, a bunch of black and oily hair hangs down, covering his broad forehead.Under those two light, short eyebrows, there is a pair of watery eyes.

No matter how mischievous the man was, the baby didn't react at all. It stared at the man in front of it with its big dark blue eyes, neither crying nor fussing.

"Haha, it seems that Ling Ling likes His Majesty the Pope very much. Usually my grandfather gets into trouble when he hugs her." A hearty laugh came from behind Qian Xunji.The person who came was none other than Ye Zhengxin, the Nine-Hearted Sage who had healed the patient's injuries.

One day ago, Ye Zhengxin received an invitation from the Pope of Wuhun Palace. As a possessor of the Nine-Hearted Begonia Wuhun, Ye Zhengxin had various people come to heal his wounds every day. He thought it was the Pope coming to see a doctor, so he agreed to the Pope's visit without paying much attention.

Qianxunji, who arrived early today, saw Ye Zhengxin treating others. Qianxunji didn't come forward to disturb him. When he saw Ye Lingling being led by the wet nurse, he stepped forward to tease Ye Lingling.

Seeing that Ye Zhengxin had finished his work, he handed Ye Lingling to her wet nurse again and said, "Mr. Ye!"

"I wonder what His Majesty the Pope wants to talk to me about?"

After asking the wet nurse to carry her granddaughter down, she asked Qian Xunji.

"I came here to invite Mr. Ye to join Wuhun Hall."

Without beating around the bush, Qian Xunji spoke directly.

After understanding Qian Xunji's intention, Ye Zhengxin directly refused: "I'm sorry, His Majesty the Pope, I'm used to it and have no intention of joining other forces."

Seeing Ye Zhengxin's refusal without hesitation, Qian Xunji did not get angry but continued: "Miss Ye Lingling is also a Nine-Hearted Begonia martial spirit. Doesn't Mr. Ye intend to consider it for her?"

"I have made many friends in my life, and some of my old friends will help me take care of Ling Ling Yi Er."

Ye Zhengxin said with some pride that he had saved many people in his life with the Nine-Hearted Begonia Martial Spirit, which was said to be able to save people with just a breath. These favors were enough to protect future generations for a lifetime.

"Haha, death is like a lamp going out, who knows what will happen in the future." Qian Xunji shook his head and said.

"His Majesty the Pope doesn't need to worry about this."

Ye Zhengxin, who didn't know what he thought of, felt a little ugly.

Seeing that Ye Zhengxin's tone began to change again, Qian Xunji knew that there would be no progress today, so he said goodbye: "It's getting late, Mr. Ye, I'll say goodbye. Come visit another day."

……

At night, Ye Zhengxin’s family was having dinner, and Ye Zhengxin’s son Ye Zhou asked the Pope’s purpose: “Father, why did the Pope come to you?

Ye Zhengxin replied casually: "Invite us to join Wuhun Palace."

Ye Zhou asked again: "What does father think?"

Ye Zhengxin was not in a good mood today. Hearing his son speak again, he said angrily: "Why, you want to join the Spirit Hall."

Seeing that his father was angry, Ye Zhou hurriedly said: "No, no."

After saying that, he lowered his head and started eating the food.

Looking at his son eating, Ye Zhengxin felt resentful that he was still a soul king at the age of 40. The more he looked at him, the angrier he became. He put down his bowls and chopsticks and left the table.

Watching his father walk out, Ye Zhou smiled helplessly. His father was a Contra and had saved countless people in his life. He was known as the Nine-Hearted Sage. He had countless friends in the mainland and could do whatever he wanted.

But I am different. My own talent is not good, and I don’t have enough resources. I am afraid that I will not be able to break through Soul Saint in my life.When my father passes away, how many people will pay for the favors left behind?

In the next few days, Qian Xunji moved back and forth between the Ice and Fire Polar Eye and Ye Mansion.Of course, I went to Ye Mansion just to tease Ye Lingling. The blue-eyed girl was still the same as before, not crying or making trouble when facing Qian Xunji, just looking at Qian Xunji quietly.

On this day, Qianxunji came to Ye Mansion to look for Ye Lingling as usual. Ye Zhou did not go out today. Looking at Qianxunji teasing his daughter, he said, "It seems that His Majesty the Pope likes Lingling very much."

Qianxunji teased Ye Lingling and replied casually: "Yes, Lingling is quite cute. I almost want to accept him as my disciple."

Ye Zhou didn't know whether what Qian Xunji said was true or not, so he said tactfully: "His Majesty the Pope is joking. His Majesty the Pope's disciples should be peerless geniuses. This girl Lingling is not smart at first glance."

Qianxunji ignored him and continued to tease Ye Lingling.

In the evening, looking at his father who was eating, Ye Zhou casually said to his wife beside him: "Today the Pope said he wanted to accept Lingling as a disciple."

After that, he continued to eat his food, pretending not to care, but carefully observing his father from the corner of his eye.

"Ah, His Majesty the Pope really wants to accept Lingling as his disciple?"

The confused wife looked at her husband in surprise.

"Who knows, maybe the Pope is joking." Ye Zhou replied casually, his tone showing he didn't care.

Ye Zhengxin was eating his meal with an expressionless face.