At the dinner table, Ye Zhiqiu, Tang San, and Xiao Wu worked together to finally get the story out of the way, and managed to convince Ye's parents that the profession of spirit master was truly profitable.
Speaking of which, Ye Zhiqiu has never registered with the Spirit Hall and has never received a single copper soul coin. After all, his soul ring is too special, and he dare not enter the Spirit Hall's sight for the time being.
The gold soul coins that Ye Zhiqiu saved were all donated by students of all grades in the academy. But he obviously couldn't tell his parents about this; he didn't want to experience the mixed doubles from his parents again.
At the table, after a group of people finished their dinner happily, Xiao Wu followed Tang San to his house to sleep.
There was no way. Ye Zhiqiu's house didn't have enough beds. After Tang Hao left, there happened to be an empty bed in Tang San's house.
As the night deepened, everything was silent, not even the buzzing of insects could be heard. The winter in Douluo Continent was still quite cold for ordinary people.
Ye Zhiqiu, who seemed to be sleeping soundly on his bed, suddenly opened his eyes, tiptoed out of the door, and ran out of the village.
Ye Zhiqiu stopped when he reached the familiar big rock outside Shenghun Village.
There is no one taking care of the area outside the village, and dense blue silver grass grows everywhere. These blue silver grasses will emit faint small spots of light in the middle of the night. During the day, these small spots of light are not conspicuous, but in the dark night, these small spots of light are very easy to see. At this time, they are floating half a foot above the blue silver grass, unconsciously swaying with the breeze, like countless fireflies playing, driving away a lot of the darkness here, and the surrounding scene is a bit dreamy.
"It is beautiful, but it is a bit boring to appreciate it alone." Ye Zhiqiu shook his head, sighed, and then activated his Sharingan martial spirit.
If one wants to use soul skills, one must first open one's own martial soul. Even if Ye Zhiqiu's soul skills are derived from ninjutsu, they cannot violate the rules and constraints of this world.
"Second soul skill, multiple shadow clones~" A light shout was heard outside the empty Holy Soul Village.
Then there was a series of "bang" and "bang" sounds. After a while, the originally deserted wilderness was suddenly crowded with densely packed figures. A rough look showed that there were at least five or six hundred people.
The place suddenly became a little noisy. Fortunately, it was a short distance away from the Holy Soul Village, otherwise it would have woken up everyone in the village.
Most of the shadow clones stood quietly, silently looking at Ye Zhiqiu's original body, waiting for instructions. These were the more calm and thoughtful clones. They knew that the original body must have something to tell them.
The other shadow clones were not as self-aware as them. They were whispering to each other, slandering each other, and some even wanted to sneak away to play.
Ye Zhiqiu's face darkened. It would be fine if there were fewer clones, but with too many clones, some weird things were bound to happen. He couldn't scold them, otherwise wouldn't he be scolding himself?
"Be quiet and stand still." Ye Zhiqiu shouted.
The originally noisy atmosphere in the room suddenly quieted down. The clones who were chatting felt as if their mouths were sewn shut, bound by some kind of force. One clone who wanted to escape was also frozen in place, still maintaining a running posture with one leg raised, his face a look of pain.
Ye Zhiqiu looked at the quieted clones and revealed a satisfied expression. He said, "I asked you to come out at night to avoid too many people and to have a clearer idea of what's going on. Now, let's start assigning tasks."
"Each of you use the transformation technique to change your face. It doesn't matter whose face you change to, just don't use my face or the faces of the villagers of the Holy Soul Village. Then disperse to the fighting arenas of various large, medium and small towns in the two empires of Tiandouxingluo to participate in the fighting competition. You are not allowed to use soul rings, and it is best to rely on physical strength to win. Remember, not exposing your main identity is the first factor, and then it is time to brush up on the negative emotion value. I don't need to teach you how to brush it, right? After the competition, you will remove the clone and return. Do you understand?" Ye Zhiqiu patiently instructed word by word. There was no other way. Each clone had its own consciousness, and some clones were not very smart, so he had to give clear instructions.
"My Lord, I don't understand. How do I increase the negative emotion value? Please teach me." asked the clone who wanted to run away.
The other clones looked at him with disdain, as if to say, how the hell do I have such a stupid clone partner like you?
Ye Zhiqiu rubbed his head, speechless. This clone seemed to be a bit mentally unstable? He should teach it a lesson, lest some other brain-dead clones get involved and pretend to know what they don't.
"The question of how to increase negative emotion values is actually very simple. You know how to curse people, right?" Ye Zhiqiu asked the clone.
"I'm good at this," the clone who attempted to escape said with a proud look on his face.
"Yeah." Ye Zhiqiu nodded and continued, "Then after you go on the court and finish the game, point your finger at the audience and curse them. You can say whatever you want. Understand?"
The clone who attempted to escape failed, his eyes lit up, and he made an OK gesture.
"Is everything okay?" Ye Zhiqiu confirmed again.
All the clones shook their heads.
Ye Zhiqiu smiled with satisfaction. It seemed that his clone had inherited his fine bloodline. After all, the brain-dead ones were a minority.
"Go ahead." Ye Zhiqiu said.
As soon as he finished speaking, a series of "bang" and "bang" sounds spread across the area. After the white smoke dissipated, hundreds of Ye Zhiqiu disappeared, replaced by a variety of faces.
There were some people Ye Zhiqiu had met in his previous life, as well as some acquaintances in this life.
For example, Xiao Wu, Jian Douluo, Ning Rongrong, Yu Xiaogang and others were among them. Ye Zhiqiu even saw more than a dozen Su Yuntaos.
These transformed clones scattered around Holy Soul Village, each using their own methods to vanish into the darkness of the night in the blink of an eye.
Ye Zhiqiu raised the corner of his mouth. It is estimated that after tonight, the Douluo Continent will be lively. If Su Yuntao goes to participate in the Soul Fighting, it will be interesting if his own Su Yuntao clone is also in the queue.
Thinking of this, Ye Zhiqiu smiled with evil humor.
After everything was arranged, Ye Zhiqiu yawned and prepared to go back to sleep.
I hope my clone can bring me some surprises tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. It feels great to earn negative emotion points without doing anything.
There are many soul masters gathered in the large soul fighting arenas in various cities. If you greet the ancestors of all the soul masters in the spectator seats one by one, how much negative emotion value will be generated?
How could Ye Zhiqiu give up on such a big cake? This was also the reason why he sent his clone to the Great Fighting Spirit Arena.