Dual Cultivation With My Yandere Disciples

Chapter 141: Vision’s True Function! Familiar Building!

Half an hour later, Chen Xuan had thoroughly examined his Vision and gained a complete understanding of its abilities.

Contrary to his initial assumption, the core of the Vision was not the Yin-Yang River itself, but the two figures that had emerged from it.

The two could be regarded as clones, though calling them puppets would be more accurate.

One righteous and one demonic, neither possessed any independent consciousness. They would only act after receiving Chen Xuan’s commands, just like the zombie inside the Death-Binding Ring.

Even so, with Chen Xuan’s current cultivation and his ability to see through their senses, the two bodies could effectively function as clones.

If he had to point out a flaw of this Vision, there was only one.

’These bodies are not exact copies of me.’

’Setting aside the lack of a Physique and magic treasures, the most important difference is their cultivation.’

Both bodies were only at the Early Stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

Although their combat strength exceeded ordinary cultivators of the same level due to Chen Xuan’s experience and battle instincts, they could at most contend against Mid-Stage Nascent Soul cultivators.

While that was already enough to qualify as an expert—whether in the Tianxuan Domain or the Nine Origins Seas—it was still somewhat lacking compared to Chen Xuan’s true strength.

For a brief moment, disappointment surfaced within him. However, it quickly faded.

Having two additional Nascent Soul bodies was already an astonishing ability.

Even if they could not significantly assist him in direct combat, their existence alone opened countless possibilities that had previously been impossible.

With that thought, Chen Xuan’s divine sense entered his spatial ring.

The next moment, a black banner appeared in his hand. He tossed it toward the demonic clone.

At the same time, a beautiful sword appeared in his other hand before landing in the righteous clone’s grasp.

’Unfortunately, I don’t have a truly suitable weapon for the righteous body.’

’The Common Saber and Honglan’s sword form can’t be handed over. I need them for my own protection.’

’For now, this Middle-Grade Spirit Weapon will have to suffice.’

In truth, Chen Xuan already felt a trace of reluctance when giving away the Myriad Souls Banner.

After all, its current power had become extremely useful to him.

Still, after considering his upcoming plans, he suppressed the urge to take it back.

Once the primary weapons had been distributed, Chen Xuan continued equipping the two clones with additional treasures.

Magic weapons. Talismans. Recovery pills.

One item after another appeared.

Only when both clones had been armed to the teeth—enough to make most Nascent Soul cultivators green with envy—did he finally stop.

Then, with a thought, a small opening appeared within the surrounding formation.

The demonic clone immediately transformed into a streak of black light and shot through the gap.

Within moments, it had left the vicinity of Misty Lotus Island and vanished into the distance.

The opening soon closed once more.

As for the righteous clone, Chen Xuan had no intention of sending it away.

Instead, he left it seated inside his room within the courtyard.

The clone immediately crossed its legs under his instructions before closing its eyes.

Spiritual Energy naturally gathered around it as though it had entered cultivation.

Its expression, aura, and mannerisms were virtually identical to Chen Xuan’s own.

If Chen Xuan himself had not been standing nearby, nobody would have sensed anything wrong.

Seeing this, Chen Xuan nodded in satisfaction.

Now, even if someone came looking for him, they would not realize he had left.

Shortly afterward, a stream of Spiritual Energy flew from his fingertips toward Chi Yao’s room.

A few minutes later, master and disciple quietly slipped out of the courtyard provided by the Island Owner.

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Although Misty Lotus Island was currently under siege, cultivators were remarkably adaptable.

Not only had the island avoided falling into chaos, but its streets remained as lively as ever.

The already-crowded market had become even more bustling than before.

Cultivators continuously entered and exited shops, auction houses, and pavilions.

Most wore expressions that were simultaneously excited and distressed.

It was obvious where the source of that distress came from.

As Chen Xuan walked through the streets with his hands clasped behind his back, Chi Yao following half a step behind, he quickly understood the situation.

’A war is always a golden opportunity for merchants.’

’Cultivators who were previously saving resources for future breakthroughs now have to worry about surviving tomorrow.’

’Naturally, they can no longer afford to be stingy.’

Whether it was magic treasures, talismans, healing pills, or defensive artifacts, all of them had become necessities.

Even if the prices were outrageous, there was always a chance that a single item could mean the difference between life and death.

For a brief moment, Chen Xuan wondered whether he should take advantage of the situation.

With the Four Myths Cauldron and his alchemy "talent", earning Spirit Stones during wartime would be effortless.

However, he quickly dismissed the idea.

He hadn’t visited the market to make money. Rather, his objective was standing right beside him.

Subconsciously, Chen Xuan glanced at Chi Yao walking half a step behind him.

Her expression remained calm and indifferent as her gaze swept across the bustling market.

Nothing appeared capable of attracting her attention.

Yet Chen Xuan’s eyes carried a hint of expectation. As villainesses, both of his disciples possessed astonishing luck.

Now that they were in such a chaotic environment, surely there was a chance she would discover something.

The pair continued wandering through the market.

Hours passed as they visited one street after another.

Yet to Chen Xuan’s disappointment, Chi Yao showed no reaction whatsoever.

Just as he was wondering whether he should have brought Huo Ling’er instead, however, he noticed a subtle change in Chi Yao’s expression from the corner of his eye.

As he followed her line of sight, his gaze landed on a somewhat familiar building.

The structure was grand and imposing, three stories tall and decorated with glowing lamps and vibrant ribbons.

Above its entrance hung a marble plaque. Upon it were written three words in an elegant, flowing script.

Myriad Weapons Pavilion.