Chapter 47 Vestments The material used to make the robe was already excellent, but the real value of this robe was not in the fabric, but in the palm-sized black embroidery. When the sword master gave her the robe, he did not mention who made it. So Rong Qing did not know what this embroidery method was called. But even if the Sword Master said nothing, Rong Qing could see with her naked eyes how precious the embroidery was. It looked inconspicuous, but it actually looked like a half-living thing. On the robe, the embroidery could move freely. The embroidery on the Sword Master's robe was more spiritual. When the Sword Master was extremely angry, the embroidery seemed to know how to seek benefits and avoid harm, and would move to the hem of the clothes. At this time, the robe was floating in front of Rong Qing, and the embroidered talisman was lying on the shoulders, with long black lines hanging down and spreading on the chest and back, like the outstretched tail feathers of a phoenix. "The embroidered runes on the outer garment are for attack, while the runes on the inner garment I'm wearing now are for defense." Rong Qing had already made up her mind, "Since I want to place my soul on the robe, it's most appropriate to choose the outer garment. It can be regarded as a weapon for fighting without fear of life and death. As for me, the embroidered runes on the inner garment will be the last layer of protection, and it must not be lost." Rong Qing clenched his fist and hit his chest, blocking the meridians connected to his heart and the circulation of spiritual energy. "puff" She forced out a small amount of blood from her heart, which sprayed onto the vestments. When it was about to touch the outer garment, it quickly turned into blood mist. The dense blood spots merged into the invisible pores on the robe almost instantly. Rong Qing manipulated the warm blood from her heart to re-refine the robes that had accompanied her for hundreds of years. She could clearly see an irregular blood ball gradually forming inside the outer robe. Blood lines thinner than a hair stretched out from various parts of the robe and connected to the blood ball.
If someone who didn't know the situation saw this, they would think that the clothes had become some kind of evil thing, because the scene was too bizarre. The snow-colored outer layer was still flawless, but the inside was full of blood, as if it was pregnant, nurturing an unspeakable existence. And the blood cells being fed were also squirming, as if some kind of consciousness was awakening in it. The stone chips fell like snow, landing on her hair, her shoulders, and her body, but Rong Qing was not surprised. When she was learning this technique, she was familiar with the various changes in each stage, and Rong Qing was also mentally prepared for the huge amount of spiritual energy consumed. "Only this time, it must succeed." Rong Qing knew that if she missed these few days, she would not be able to find such a good spiritual energy supply place in a short time. Even if there is one in the city, the rent is painful compared to the free one now. The blood threads connecting the blood ball and the clothes were disconnected one by one, and gradually gathered back into the blood ball. It seemed that the control over the robes was released, but in Rong Qing's perception, the sense of control over the robes was stronger. It's not just the usual feeling of being the owner of a magical weapon, but a more mysterious feeling beyond that. As the blood threads were completely gathered, Rong Qingchu's mouthful of blood condensed into a round blood ball. The blood cells rise and fall and contract like breathing. This first stage is a success. Rong Qing breathed a sigh of relief, but when she thought about what she was going to do next, she couldn't help but show some hesitation on her face. This hesitation was suppressed by her in just a moment. "When I was learning this technique, what I saw was a small sun. But when it came to myself, I realized that I overestimated myself. There has never been a trace of golden light visible from this prototype. There is still a long way to go before I can master this technique, but I am still hesitating whether I should continue to practice it." Rong Qing said to herself, half to comfort and half to encourage. She closed her eyes, and when she opened them, a fierce look flashed in her eyes. Her spiritual power was poured into her right hand. Her originally ordinary right hand was now clenched loosely. Feeling the stinging pain of her knuckles tearing against her flesh, Rong Qing did not think any more about it. It is as easy to tear off a piece of flesh with skin attached to it directly from the palm of your open left hand as it is to peel tofu. "Use my flesh and blood to feed my body." Rong Qing threw it into the robe. The five senses of the monks were sharp, and they could clearly feel all the pain. They did not cry out in pain, but just endured it silently and learned to get used to it. Rong Qing watched with burning eyes: as the flesh and blood fell into it, the blood ball that had been motionless quickly changed. The long and thin blood threads trembled and poked out from the blood cell, looking somewhat pitiful, but the growth process seemed chaotic but contained a rhythm. Rong Qing's spiritual consciousness attached itself to it, guiding it patiently. Even if the process was slow, there couldn't be any mistakes. Rong Qing's caution was correct. She looked at the blood lines that finally took shape in her robes with satisfaction. They were exactly the same as the thirteen main meridians and twenty-four secondary meridians in her body. In this way, when you walk outside with the robes as a substitute, you can perform magic spells easily and without hindrance.
The front of the floating robe slowly closed together. A pair of white and delicate feet stretched out from the empty hem. No one could have imagined that the inside covered by the outer robe would be full of blood. However, this was not enough. Rong Qing looked at the hood that had been raised, and there was still nothing inside. It was still missing some flesh and blood. Rong Qing joked to herself, "In fact, I have already cut corners." She smiled helplessly and continued to tear out the flesh on her left forearm without mercy. The violent spiritual energy mixed with the constantly falling stone chips created a blizzard in the quiet room. Rong Qing and Fa Yi were sitting opposite each other, one sitting and the other standing. Rong Qing was as steady as a sea-stabilizing needle, while Fa Yi became a sea eye with endless suction. The head in the hood was taking shape. Rong Qing didn't even need to guide the process. The facial features slowly changed from being tangled to becoming more and more familiar to her. And at the cuffs, a pair of slender hands took shape. Rong Qing smiled happily, and the previous hesitation and pain were thrown behind her. It seemed that those powerful monks had cultivated to the point of being infinitely tolerant of pain and did not care about it at all, but it was because this result was enough to satisfy them to forget the pain they had suffered before, enough to make them choose the same thing again. The spiritual consciousness could not wait to merge into the robe. The real core was naturally the meridian network formed by the blood lines. This integration was without any hindrance. It was no longer like controlling a magical instrument, but rather using another body of mine. The collections on the first floor of the tower are already so mysterious. I wonder how amazing the heritage on the next floor is. This thought was turning in Rong Qing's mind. She slowly opened her eyes and looked into the eyes of the flesh body sitting cross-legged in front of her. The two visions were clear yet contradictory, and they became an impact on her consciousness. One consciousness managed the five senses of two bodies. Rong Qing felt confused for a moment. Rong Qing had never cultivated a clone before. That was almost the standard for a Divine Transformation cultivator. Now, with this technique, she actually had a very unique clone. However, Rong Qing also knew that this was still far from a proper clone. For example, a true clone could cultivate and could be said to be another body of a cultivator. "It's good to be able to feel the clone in advance." Rong Qing didn't feel disappointed. "Besides, even if I lose this clone, it won't be a big blow to my original body. As long as there are enough resources, I can always sacrifice and refine another one." The two Rong Qings, one sitting and the other standing, had the same expressions on their faces and smiled at each other. (End of this chapter)