Ning Fengzhi naturally noticed the expressions on the faces of Sword and Bone Douluo.
His eyelids twitched. His heart skipped a beat.
He had merely intended to use reverse psychology to draw Lin Yang into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—yet Lin Yang had turned the tables and outmaneuvered him instead.
Was this an attempt to undermine his foundations?
He had never doubted the loyalty of Sword and Bone Douluo.
The crucial point was that what Lin Yang offered was an irresistible temptation—especially for Title Douluos.
Ordinary gold, silver, and treasures were mere dust to Title Douluos.
The only thing they truly cared about was whether they could further improve their abilities.
And this was precisely what Lin Yang could provide.
He had claimed there were only two doses of Jade Bone Spirit Potion. Was that truly all?
Even if he could concoct Jade Bone Spirit Potion, he should be capable of creating other potions with different effects.
This was what made Lin Yang so terrifying—so fearsome.
With merely two doses of medicine he had perfectly targeted the greatest weakness of Title Douluos.
At this moment, having understood everything, Ning Fengzhi looked at Lin Yang with an entirely different gaze.
He was no longer assessing a promising young talent—he was assessing a dragon wearing sheep's clothing.
In the end he had underestimated Lin Yang.
His mind churned. He spoke quickly.
"Lin Yang, name your price. My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect wants these two potions."
"Don't worry, Uncle Ning!"
Lin Yang shook his head, reached out, picked up one vial, and casually handed it to the silently standing Xue Qinghe.
"You…"
Gu Rong's expression turned anxious. Just as he was about to speak, Chen Xin swiftly placed a hand on his shoulder.
Chen Xin gave a slight shake of his head. Gu Rong immediately understood.
These two vials still belonged to Lin Yang. He was free to give them to whomever he wished—no one could interfere.
Whoever tried to interfere would incur Lin Yang's wrath, and the consequences could be far more severe.
Xue Qinghe stared blankly at the vial in his hand.
He had never imagined Lin Yang would actually give him one.
"Brother Xue," Lin Yang said sincerely.
"Last time you gave me a gift, so please accept this Jade Bone Spirit Potion as a small token of gratitude. I hope it proves useful."
"This…"
Xue Qinghe looked at Lin Yang with somewhat dazed eyes.
Giving such a precious potion so casually to this "cultivation failure"?
On the surface Xue Qinghe was not exactly a cultivation failure, yet his cultivation level was indeed not high and the quality of his swan martial soul was only average.
Bestowing this cultivation-efficiency potion upon him would be a complete waste.
Did this man truly regard him as a brother?
"Brother Xue, please don't refuse."
Xue Qinghe gripped the vial tightly, then smiled.
"In that case, I shall accept it without shame."
From an angle invisible to the others, Xue Qinghe's face revealed a charm rarely seen in men.
Lin Yang nodded lightly.
Of course, the recipient was not Heaven Dou's Crown Prince Xue Qinghe—but Qian Renxue of the Spirit Hall.
Should the Spirit Hall attempt to harm him, this young master of the Spirit Hall would naturally be able to suppress it.
This was the effect Lin Yang desired.
Seeing only one vial of Jade Bone Spirit Potion remaining, Lin Yang smiled at Ning Fengzhi.
"Uncle Ning, please take this potion first. Once it takes effect we can discuss other matters later."
Ning Fengzhi maintained a smile on the surface, yet inwardly he was cursing.
The final remaining vial of Jade Bone Spirit Potion had become a troublesome dilemma—accepting it or refusing it was equally difficult.
If he accepted, he would owe Lin Yang an enormous favor, and the question of how to distribute the potion would itself become a major obstacle.
Refusing would only create even greater problems.
Regardless of what Chen Xin thought, the first to feel dissatisfied would undoubtedly be Gu Rong.
This brat…
Ning Fengzhi stared fixedly at Lin Yang, resentment seeping from his expression.
"Xiao Yang, then I shall thank you in advance."
"Uncle Ning, there is no need to be so polite."
Seeing Lin Yang's smile, Ning Fengzhi truly wanted to punch him.
In the end he had won—yet it was the first time in his life he had won in such a frustrating manner.
Ning Fengzhi raised his hand, stored the Jade Bone Spirit Potion inside his soul tool, and stood.
"It is getting late. We should return. Xiao Yang, you must visit the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect someday."
Lin Yang nodded lightly. "Certainly!"
"By the way, Uncle Ning," Lin Yang suddenly added.
"When taking the potion, to maximize its effect it must be consumed at midnight."
"Otherwise, instead of increasing cultivation speed, it will hinder cultivation itself."
Ning Fengzhi paused, then glanced sideways at him.
"Understood. Thank you for the reminder."
With those words he turned and departed without looking back.
Lin Yang watched with a smile as Ning Fengzhi and the other two left. Finally he muttered something completely incomprehensible.
Its purpose was to warn both Ning Fengzhi and Qian Renxue: do not provoke me. Otherwise, even if I concoct the potion, would you dare to drink it?
After Ning Fengzhi's departure Lin Yang did not linger. He bid farewell to Xue Qinghe and immediately returned to the Butterfly House.
Upon arriving at the Butterfly House, "Lin Yang" headed straight for the basement.
In the center of the basement sat a statue that was an exact replica of Lin Yang sitting cross-legged.
Lin Yang opened his eyes and regarded the standing "Lin Yang."
"Lin Yang" smiled faintly. His body began to melt like a candle, transforming into flowing chunks of flesh and blood that slowly crawled back onto the seated Lin Yang.
The moment their flesh and blood fused, a yellow soul ring manifested beside Lin Yang.
Lin Yang stretched his body. A sharp light flashed in his eyes.
That was correct—the "Lin Yang" who had gone to meet Xue Qinghe earlier had been nothing more than his clone.
Demon God Body's fourth soul skill: Soul Ring – Soul Split.
The clone created by combining the soul skill with Clear World was so cleverly concealed that even a Title Douluo could not detect any flaw.
Of course, should battle erupt the clone would immediately reveal its true nature—because it could only wield the power of a single soul ring.
However, the primary purpose of this soul skill was not combat.
Since acquiring it, what Lin Yang valued most was that these clones possessed independent consciousness.
Although described as independent, in reality they functioned like game characters placed on autopilot—dependent upon Lin Yang's main consciousness.
Yet that was not the essence of the problem.
The crucial point was that independent consciousness meant they could cultivate on their own.
Following this line of reasoning—what if he simultaneously raised two, three, or even more clones?
Would his cultivation speed not become two, three, or even more times faster than that of an ordinary person?
Just like Naruto Uzumaki's Shadow Clones!
When this idea occurred to Lin Yang he truly believed he had discovered a cheat code.
Reaching Title Douluo in three years and becoming a god in five years was no longer a dream!
Ideals, however, are often grand—reality is often harsh.
The theory was entirely correct, yet the biggest problem was that he could not do it!
The issue lay in "Soul Split" itself.
The clone indeed possessed an independent soul and consciousness while maintaining a connection to the original body.
However, the spiritual sea belonged solely to the physical body.
In meditation practice the mind was the most critical element and could not be ignored.
The only solution was to actively create a smaller model of the spiritual world for the clone.
Yet this would also exert a significant impact upon his own body—and in some cases might even prove counterproductive.
That would be another matter entirely if his spiritual power were sufficiently strong.
In other words, no matter how much one schemed, in the end one had to face oneself honestly and cultivate diligently.
Of course, although cultivation offered no true shortcuts, clones could still actively train soul skills and share cultivation experience.
In particular, the second soul skill "Flesh Thorns" and "Bone Manipulation."
These two soul skills possessed enormous development potential, yet Lin Yang had not delved deeply into them.
This was perfect. Now he could use clones to actively develop applications.
He merely needed to sit back and enjoy the benefits. It was ideal!