Fang Xin was utterly captivated by Fang Qingdi's move just now.
And this was only a clone of Fang Qingdi.
If his main body were to act personally, no one knew how terrifying he truly was.
Fang Xin followed Fang Qingdi upstairs.
"Grandpa, why didn't you just directly attack Chu Tianhong?"
Fang Qingdi turned his head, glanced at Fang Xin, and couldn't help but smile, "I just activated my Talent, piercing through his psychological defenses and planting a seed in his heart. In the future, if the Church plans anything detrimental to you, and he knows but doesn't help, he will surely feel as if a knife is twisting in his heart, making his life worse than death!"
Upon hearing this, Fang Xin was completely stunned.
"Grandpa, isn't this Talent of yours a bit too overpowered?"
"Xiao Xin, remember, the strongest is never the Talent, but the person. With the same knife, some use it to carve the most exquisite sculptures in the world, some use it to cut vegetables, some use it to conquer battlefields, and some can only use it to harm women and children! It depends on how you use it!"
Fang Xin seemed to be deep in thought when Fang Qingdi continued, "Of course, some might argue that knives also differ in material, and there's a difference between a peerless blade and an ordinary one. But when you reach a certain level, even with a bamboo knife, you can kill someone wielding the best knife in the world!"
Glancing at the time, Fang Qingdi continued, "Xiao Xin, I must return to my main body now. From now on, still use that phone to contact me. Remember, do not actively contact me. No matter who tells you I'm injured or knows my whereabouts, do not believe them."
As he spoke, a layer of blood-red light, like burning crimson flames, shimmered around Fang Qingdi's body. Fang Qingdi smiled at Fang Xin.
Fang Qingdi's body blurred, as if erased by an eraser, and he vanished from the spot.
Looking at the empty room, Fang Xin slumped onto the sofa.
He pulled out his phone and checked it. Jiang Xiaocha had sent a message: "Bro, will you be home tomorrow?"
"Yes! What's up?"
"I'm coming home tomorrow, and I might bring a few friends I just met!"
After a moment of thought, Fang Xin asked, "Members of the Spark?"
Jiang Xiaocha was silent for a moment before replying, "Yes!"
Fang Xin knew that asking Jiang Xiaocha more would make her very conflicted, as every organization has its rules, especially one like the Spark, which develops in secret.
Glancing at the date, Fang Xin seemed to remember something and got up, walking towards the bathroom.
He waved his hand at the mirror.
The Fang Xin in the mirror did not mirror Fang Xin's movements.
"My grandpa said that the Slaughter Talent also has a Body-Outside-Body skill, right?"
The Fang Xin in the mirror replied, "That's right. However, unlike his Blood Demon Talent, the Slaughter Talent's Body-Outside-Body is even more powerful. The Blood Demon Talent requires doubling one's vital energy to achieve Body-Outside-Body, while the Slaughter Talent only needs a single drop of blood to create a Body-Outside-Body!"
Fang Xin's interest was immediately piqued, "Only a drop of blood? That's so amazing?"
"If the main body of the Blood Demon Talent dies, the clone will also die with it. But if the main body of the Slaughter Talent's clone dies, you only need to store a drop of blood in a safe place beforehand, and you can be reborn!"
Fang Xin was stunned again, "That powerful? What are the conditions for this drop of blood?"
"When your Slaughter Talent's combat power reaches Level Seven, you can condense one drop. Thereafter, for every level you advance, you can condense one more drop!"
As he spoke, the skill for the Body-Outside-Body technique awakened in Fang Xin's mind.
Fang Xin quickly scanned it and then asked a second question.
"Why can't I use the Talents I've currently devoured?"
"You can use seven Talents. If there's a Talent you like, you can swap it with one of your current Talents!"
Fang Xin pondered his existing Talents but was reluctant to replace any of them.
The Fang Xin in the mirror spoke again.
"The Seven Kings are gradually awakening. You should pay more attention to them in the future. It's time to seek them out! When the Seven Kings reunite, the Age of Dharma Decline will descend!"
"Seek them out? How do I find them?"
"Improve your Perception Talent. When your Perception Talent reaches Level Seven, you can perform simple deductions."
The Perception Talent could foresee the future and perceive good and bad fortune, but Fang Xin was currently only using it as a skill to sense enemies. After returning to school, he would have to learn properly from Goddess Cheng.
The image of Fang Xin in the mirror blurred for a moment, after which the Fang Xin within it and the Fang Xin outside the mirror moved in perfect sync.
Fang Xin returned to the living room, sat on the sofa, raised his hand, and forced a drop of crimson blood from his fingertip. Energy fluctuations emanated from the blood drop, and faint blood runes could be seen flickering on it.
Following the Body-Outside-Body skill that had awakened in his mind, Fang Xin released his aura, enveloping the drop of fresh blood. This drop of blood had intricate connections with Fang Xin; he even felt that this drop of blood was a part of his own body.
The drop of blood gradually solidified into a blood cocoon. As time passed, the blood cocoon grew larger, and a faint heartbeat could be heard from within. Soon, an infant broke free from the cocoon. The little thing gradually grew, and by the time dawn approached, this little thing was the same size as Fang Xin and looked exactly like him.
Fang Xin circled his clone.
This feeling was very strange and novel.
Moreover, perhaps because Fang Xin's Slaughter Talent already had Level Seven combat power, this clone, immediately after being condensed, possessed a full Level Five combat power.
Fang Xin excitedly looked at his clone. This night's effort was not in vain. With a wave of Fang Xin's hand, the clone walked towards him, and their figures blurred for a moment, merging into one.
"Awesome!" Fang Xin happily clenched his fists.
He would prepare to meet up with Huang Dabao again to see if they could avenge Xiahou Wu and find a legitimate identity for the members of the Seven Killings Sect.
Having been busy all night, he was quite tired. Fang Xin lay down on the bed and immediately fell asleep.
Around ten o'clock, Fang Xin received a message from an unknown number.
"Xiao Fang, this is your Uncle Chu. Do you have time later? I'll come to your house!"
Fang Xin immediately realized that Chu Tianhong wanted to come and apologize. After thinking for a moment, he replied, "Noon!"
"Is Old Fang home?" Chu Tianhong asked again.
Fang Xin looked at the message but didn't reply, letting him guess.
The unknown is always the most terrifying.
Sleeping until past eleven, Jiang Xiaocha sent a message saying she and her friends would be over soon. Only then did Fang Xin slowly get up.
Just as he finished washing up, the sound of the door opening came. Jiang Xiaocha opened the door and walked in with a few people.
With Jiang Xiaocha came two girls and two boys.
"This is my brother, Fang Xin!" Jiang Xiaocha introduced.
Following behind Jiang Xiaocha was a girl with black-rimmed glasses and braces. Jiang Xiaocha introduced, "Bro, this is Ya Ya!"
"Hello!"
The girl with braces seemed a bit socially anxious, saying in a very small voice, "Hello!"
Then Jiang Xiaocha pointed to the other two boys, one fat and one thin, and introduced them to Fang Xin. The fat one was Xiao Long, and the thin one was Xiao Hu.
"Welcome!"
Bringing up the rear was a girl with pink hair wearing a baseball cap, standing at 1.7 meters tall, with her pink hair braided into a plait slung over her shoulder.
Jiang Xiaocha introduced, "Bro! This is A Yan Jie!"
A Yan Jie smiled generously, "Hello, Student Fang Xin! The tenth on the Dragon-Tiger Rankings! I've heard much about you!"
Fang Xin nodded and replied politely, "Hello, A Yan Jie! These are all just empty titles! Not worth mentioning!"
"Student Fang Xin is too modest! We're here for something, I hope we're not disturbing you!"
"It's fine!"
A Yan Jie gave a look, and the girl with braces took Xiao Long and Xiao Hu to Jiang Xiaocha's room.
"What are you all doing?" Fang Xin asked curiously.
A Yan Jie smiled and said, "This is an internal matter for us, so it's not convenient to say! I hope you can understand!"
"I understand!"
A Yan Jie paused, "Xiao Cha must have told you that we are from the Spark, right? From Xiao Cha's tone, I can roughly tell that you still have some reservations about the Spark. I actually came here to alleviate your concerns. We in the Spark absolutely bear no ill will towards Xiao Cha. We are all like-minded individuals! Or rather, we are all people who have suffered oppression from the Church!"
Fang Xin acknowledged, sensing that A Yan Jie was not lying.
A Yan Jie continued, "Of course, the Spark not only resists the Church but also resists all forms of tyranny!"
As she spoke, the girl with braces and the others came out of Jiang Xiaocha's room and gave A Yan Jie a look, indicating they were done.
A Yan Jie nodded and then said to Fang Xin again, "So, coming here today was also to give you some reassurance! To tell you that we will not lead Xiao Cha down a bad path! Everything we do is to overthrow all unfair and tyrannical rule!"
The chubby Xiao Long chimed in, "That's right! You don't need to be wary of us. We've heard a bit about how you were repeatedly pushed around by the Church, and honestly, we all sympathize with you.
Neither you nor Xiao Cha have any background, and those people from the Church love to bully people like you. Moreover, even if you are in the Ninth Division, the big shots in the Ninth Division protect you certainly because of your good performance. They are all weighing pros and cons and will not wholeheartedly protect you.
So, the people from the Church will ultimately not let you go. Just watch, based on my understanding of those people from the Church, they will definitely find ways to bully you again!"
Just as he was speaking, an urgent knock came at the door.
Xiao Hu went to open the door.
A young man walked in from outside, "A Yan Jie, people from the Church are here!"
A Yan Jie's expression immediately changed. Several people stood up, their faces grave, "People from the Church? Are you sure?"
"Absolutely sure! And the person who came is no ordinary person! It's Chu Tianhong, the Dean of the Academy of Light!"