Chapter 451: The Clone Returns with Poison

Wuji City

In the secret chamber, at this moment, Wei Xiong had his hands behind his back, pacing back and forth restlessly.

"It's truly bizarre. That guy actually just let my Clone go like that? When we met last time, he wasn't someone so easy to deal with."

Wei Xiong muttered to himself, his tone full of doubt, "Could it be that he is truly fearful, afraid that I might lead men to seek revenge, and that is why he acted this way?"

This speculation was not without reason. After all, the power he relied on behind him was the vast influence of the entire Wuji City.

Moreover, he knew in his heart that it was highly likely that person was hiding in the area around Yongan City, or perhaps even hiding within Yongan City itself.

"Hmph!" Thinking of this, a cold sneer curled the corner of Wei Xiong's mouth.

He pondered to himself, you think that by releasing my Clone, the grudges of the past can be wiped clean? Simply wishful thinking!

How could the hatred of you killing me last time be so easily dismissed?

If I were to forgive you so easily, wouldn't everyone else in Wuji City think they could casually lay a hand on my Clone once they found out about this?

"If you want to blame someone, blame yourself. I gave you a chance, but you didn't know how to cherish it."

Wei Xiong's face twisted, revealing a ferocious smile. As he spoke, he took out his phone and found the pinned number in his contacts—Luo Jin, the City Lord of Wuji City.

"It seems I can only ask Brother Luo to come out of seclusion. Otherwise, getting rid of that guy really won't be an easy task." Wei Xiong gritted his teeth and made up his mind to dial that phone number.

"Beep, beep, beep..." A monotonous busy signal came from the phone.

Immediately after, a mechanical prompt came from the other end of the line: "Sorry, the user you are calling is busy, please try again later."

Hearing this, Wei Xiong's expression instantly turned gloomy.

How could it be such a coincidence? Could Brother Luo be in closed-door cultivation, or perhaps leading his men out hunting? Thinking about it carefully, both possibilities were indeed very high.

"Let's try again."

Wei Xiong was unwilling to give up; after hanging up the phone, he dialed again.

However, the result this time was exactly the same as the last.

After trying several times in a row without any change, Wei Xiong had no choice but to put the phone down first.

He thought to himself that he would just have to try calling a few more times later to test his luck, or wait for Brother Luo to call back after seeing his missed calls.

He only hoped the interval wouldn't be too long.

After all, tomorrow was the important day when the Heavenly God Fruit would ripen.

For the powerful Brother Luo, obtaining a dozen or so Heavenly God Fruit was not a difficult task; it would only take a little time to succeed.

But for Wei Xiong, these Heavenly God Fruit were very important.

If he missed this excellent opportunity tomorrow and waited until the day after, he feared it would be too late.

"It's all that detestable guy's fault. If he hadn't interfered halfway, I would have known the specific location of that Heavenly God Tree by now."

At the thought of this, Wei Xiong was filled with uncontrollable rage, the fire of anger burning fiercely in his heart.

Just then, Wei Xiong seemed to sense something, and he stopped his pacing.

"Has the Clone arrived at the door? Hmm, the timing is about right. Just in case, I should check carefully to see if that guy did anything to my Clone."

Although he said this, Wei Xiong didn't truly believe the other party could do anything to his Clone without him noticing.

After all, with his control over the Clone, he would be able to perceive even the slightest abnormality immediately.

He saw above that a figure, looking exactly like Wei Xiong, was walking steadily toward the front.

"Brother Wei!"

"Brother Wei!" The guards bowed respectfully when they saw this figure.

"Hmm." Wei Xiong's Clone nodded slightly in acknowledgment, then walked to a sturdy alloy door.

He first performed a pupil scan, then verified his fingerprints; only after a series of strict procedures did the metal door slowly open.

Repeating this three times, he finally arrived at the elevator entrance.

After taking the elevator down to the designated floor and passing another inspection, the Clone finally stepped into the secret chamber, standing straight before Wei Xiong's true body, eyes looking straight ahead with a slightly dull gaze.

Wei Xiong circled the Clone, touching here and looking there, checking thoroughly, but found no abnormalities.

Afterward, he opened the Space Ring worn on the Clone's hand and took two looks inside, also detecting nothing unusual.

"It seems I was overthinking it. Come to think of it, if he had tampered with my Clone, how could I not have noticed?" Wei Xiong laughed at himself and shook his head lightly.

He subconsciously glanced at his phone and found that Brother Luo still hadn't called him back; he figured he must not have checked his phone yet.

Helpless, Wei Xiong thought that instead of waiting here anxiously and feeling uneasy, he might as well do his own thing.

Perhaps before long, he would receive a call from Brother Luo.

"Sit down, meditate and cultivate." Wei Xiong spat out the words in a low voice.

The Clone, like a machine receiving a command, immediately walked straight to a meditation cushion, sat cross-legged, and began to cultivate Mental Power.

Seeing this, Wei Xiong nodded slightly.

With his current Realm, the Clone he condensed could only accept relatively simple commands; actions like traveling were fine, but for complex movements like combat, he could only rely on splitting a portion of his Spirit to perform remote control.

It is said that if his strength could reach B-Grade, or even the more powerful A-Grade, he could not only condense multiple Clones, but each Clone would possess an independent mind.

It was just that, given his current situation, he feared he would never have the chance to reach that Realm in this lifetime.

"I should start cultivating too."

Wei Xiong sighed softly, sat down on another meditation cushion, slowly closed his eyes, and entered a state of Meditation.

One minute passed,

Two minutes passed,

Not even three minutes later, Wei Xiong felt an inexplicable sense of unease.

No matter how hard he tried to focus his Spirit, he could not continue to immerse himself in Meditation.

He opened his eyes helplessly, picked up the teacup beside him, and took two sips, only to find that the tea in the cup had long since run dry.

"Clone, brew me a cup of Calming Tea." Wei Xiong put down the teacup, closed his eyes again, and ordered.

The Clone instantly opened its eyes, a trace of imperceptible, eerie light flashing within them.

He slowly stood up, walked to the side, picked up the Yong'an Tea placed there, and poured an appropriate amount of tea leaves into the teacup.

Just at this moment, no one noticed that a small packet had quietly appeared in his hand.

"Glug, glug." Hot water was poured into the teacup, and immediately the fragrance of tea overflowed.

The Clone expressionlessly carried the brewed tea to Wei Xiong, then conveniently picked up the empty cup from the floor and placed it on the table.

After finishing all this, he silently returned to the previous prayer mat and continued to close his eyes to cultivate.

About half an hour passed, and Wei Xiong's brows gradually furrowed.

As time ticked by, fine beads of sweat gradually seeped out on his originally smooth forehead.

After another minute or two, Wei Xiong truly could not endure it anymore; he had to open his eyes and let out a long breath.

"The difficulty of cultivation is becoming greater and greater. I remember back then, drinking a sip or two of Calming Tea could keep my Spirit focused for most of the day, but now, I can't even hold on for an hour."

Wei Xiong's gaze fell upon the cup of Calming Tea beside him that had just been brewed by the Clone, and he felt a myriad of emotions in his heart.

This Calming Tea is indeed a good thing, yet as the saying goes, "every medicine has three parts Poison," and even those Pills are no exception.

It is just that he truly has no other choice. His cultivation speed was already slower than others; if he does not rely on a large amount of resources for assistance, how could he catch up to the pace of others?

Thinking of this, Wei Xiong reached out his hand, picked up the teacup, and gently lifted the lid with his right hand.

A refreshing fragrance assailed his nostrils; just by smelling it, one felt their mind and Spirit at peace.

He gently blew on the steam, slowly brought the cup to his lips, took a few sips, and then slowly set it down.

But the moment the teacup was set down, a piercing, excruciating pain suddenly Exploded from within his internal organs.