226: I am Zhao Zilong of Changshan!

“Using blood as a guide, recast my body!”

Lu Ming circulated his Cultivation Technique, beginning to extract the flesh, blood, and bones from the Yao Beast corpse and guiding them to Fuse with his own body.

A bloody light intertwined and wrapped around the severed arm. Bones began to grow like branches, tendons extended like vines, and flesh covered the area at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn, an entirely new arm had already formed.

Lu Ming clenched his five fingers, feeling the familiar sensation, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Time was urgent just now, and he couldn't afford to hesitate, or he would have missed the optimal refining time for the blood god child.

Therefore, Lu Ming decisively cut off an arm, completing the final step in refining the Clone!

However, he was not a reckless person; naturally, he had considered the consequences.

He currently possessed a large collection of Blood Dao and Demonic Path Cultivation Techniques, and the methods for regenerating limbs were numerous enough to wipe his butt with.

His only concern was the rejection reaction after regeneration, which is to say, the side effects.

But was this really an issue for Lu Ming?

Not at all!

“You agree, right?” Lu Ming turned and asked the blood god child Clone standing beside him.

“Ah, yes, yes, yes!” The blood god child Clone spoke, its voice identical to Lu Ming's.

“Tch, boring.”

Lu Ming curled his lip.

This body was actually still empty inside, lacking a Soul entirely. He had merely attached a wisp of Divine Thought to amuse himself.

After all, he intended to devour this Clone later, so naturally, he couldn't invest too much into it.

“However, refining a Clone like this consumes quite a lot!”

Lu Ming felt a headache coming on. He had thought the resources he stockpiled were sufficient.

He hadn't expected that refining just one would consume nearly half of the Yao Beast corpses!

“But it's understandable; this is essentially creating a living being in a roundabout way.”

Given this, he could only refine one more, and then he would be poor again.

He needed to find a way to acquire more, or perhaps draw some hatred.

But how should he go about it...—

“Alas, a life of toil!”

Standing amidst the ruins of the Outer City District, the Puppet Clone couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Clearly, the task of gathering resources and attracting enmity had ultimately fallen to him.

But on second thought, since he was ultimately working for himself, there was nothing to complain about.

He looked around. The Outer City District was already deserted, and devastation was everywhere.

Scattered among the ruined walls and collapsed pillars were a few corpses of Cultivators.

There was nothing to be done; even if the city walls were guarded tightly, there were always a few fish that slipped through and breached the defenses.

Compared to the overwhelming beast tide outside the city, the Yao Beasts that slipped inside were few, but they were still enough to cause significant destruction.

They rushed into the streets, destroyed buildings, wantonly slaughtered Cultivators, and left the Outer City District in chaos.

The surviving low-level Loose Cultivators either moved into the Inner City for refuge or ascended the city walls to fight the Yao Beasts in bloody battle.

“I should still go participate in the battle!” Lu Ming rubbed his forehead, headache returning. “Without Li Guanqi, it might be a bit difficult!”

After all, he couldn't happen upon a Tier 2 demon beast every time; this required some luck.

Furthermore, he couldn't interfere arbitrarily in other people's battles, especially since True Person Tianxing had issued a Decree before the war.

Whoever killed a Yao Beast owned it. If he rashly offered assistance, he would instead be seen as stealing the kill.

Moreover, he truly was going there to steal kills!

So, this method won't work!

“What should I do then?” Lu Ming stroked his chin, and suddenly a flash of inspiration struck him. “That's right, I can emulate Li Guanqi!”

Just attract enmity, but don't kill.

When the Tier 2 demon beasts retreat to recuperate, he can secretly Cultivate using the golden book.

Hmm, this plan is reliable!

No sooner said than done. His face subtly shifted and wriggled, and in a flash, he transformed into a cold, stern-looking young man at the Mid-stage Foundation Establishment, holding a Silver Spear!

“I am Zhao Zilong of Changshan!”

Lu Ming murmured, twirling the long spear in his hand to create a fierce Spear Flower, a smile playing on his lips.

This was the name of his new alias.

Anyway, in this state of war, who would bother checking IDs? On the contrary, everyone was eager for capable experts to come and help.

A sharp glint flashed in Lu Ming's eyes. He leaped up, quickly soaring toward the city wall like a gust of wind.

The Cultivators along the way quickly moved aside, their eyes filled with reverence but not much surprise.

Although this Mid-stage Foundation Establishment Senior looked unfamiliar, several others like him had appeared in the city recently—all people who usually lived in seclusion.

If not for the encroaching beast tide, these people probably still wouldn't have shown up.

But for the Cultivators present, every additional Foundation Establishment Cultivator meant a greater chance of victory for the Immortal City, and they were naturally happy to see it.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

Before long, the war drums sounded again, and a new wave of the beast tide surged forward.

Dozens of massive Tier 2 demon beasts, radiating Evil Qi, attacked once more, causing many Foundation Establishment Cultivators to assume solemn expressions and prepare for battle.

“Damn it, this Golden-Winged Mantis King is too fast and incredibly difficult to deal with!”

A burly man in the Mid-stage Foundation Establishment gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath.

A golden light flickered before him, revealing a Mantis Beast that was not large in size but moved as fast as golden light.

It waved its Mantis Arms, which resembled two golden sickles. Any Magical Artifact they touched was instantly destroyed.

Even the Spiritual Artifact Pagoda in the burly man's hand dared not meet it head-on, but facing the fierce offensive of the Golden-Winged Mantis King, he had no choice but to block, leaving him in a dilemma.

Seeing his magic power rapidly depleting and realizing he was about to fall into danger, a hint of anxiety inevitably surfaced in the burly man's eyes.

It was at this moment that a streak of silver light pierced the sky!

The Golden-Winged Mantis King, which had originally been calm, relaxed, and enjoying playing with its opponent, suddenly changed its expression.

This Spear Light arrived silently but was as fast as thunder, and by the time the Mantis King noticed it, it was too late to dodge.

Boom!

Amidst the loud noise, the Golden-Winged Mantis King was violently sent flying, quickly putting distance between itself and the burly man.

When the silver light dissipated, it revealed a long spear radiating cold light, held firmly in the hand of a young Cultivator.

“Screech—”

As soon as the Golden-Winged Mantis King stabilized itself, it roared furiously and rushed forward, swinging its twin sickles at the young man.

However, in just a blink of an eye, it was sent flying backward again.

The continuous failures completely aroused the Golden-Winged Mantis King's ferocity. Its twin sickles danced into a sheet of golden light, but the young man's spear struck out like a Dragon, sending it flying back with every clash.

After several repetitions of this, the Mantis King's body was covered in wounds, its carapace cracked, and dark golden blood slowly seeped out.

At this point, the madness in its compound eyes began to fade, revealing a clear confusion, which then turned into intense fear.

Even if its intelligence wasn't high, it realized the gap between itself and its opponent.

Immediately, it dared not linger in battle, transforming into a streak of golden light and fleeing into the distance.

The Silver Spear youth did not pursue, merely standing still and watching it leave.

Only then did he turn toward the burly man, showing an apologetic expression.

“My strength was insufficient, allowing that beast to escape. I am truly ashamed!”

“Fellow Daoist, you speak too seriously. I am immensely grateful for your timely assistance.”

The burly man quickly cupped his hands in thanks, but secretly felt suspicious.

Judging by this person's combat power, he clearly had the chance to slay the Golden-Winged Mantis King, so why did he never deliver the killing blow?

Could it be that he was afraid the burly man would misunderstand and think he was trying to steal the spoils of war?

Alas, he truly misunderstood him!