The Man's Decree

In the end, Flaxseed transformed into a man that looked exactly like Jared. Jared gaped in amazement at the change. “W-Wow, you look exactly like me. Does this mean you can transform yourself into anyone and do whatever you want?” he asked in disbelief.

“I’m not powerful enough, so this Transforming Technique can only last for half an hour at most,” Flaxseed replied. With that, he returned to his original self. Another flash of light appeared, and a man who was his replica stepped out behind him.

“However, I’m able to maintain this Clone Technique for thirty minutes to an hour!” Flaxseed continued. As he observed his shadow clone, he nodded repeatedly. It seemed like he was very satisfied with it.

Jared was shocked to the core by the sight of two Flaxseeds standing before him. His curiosity prompted him to step forward, pinch the shadow clone’s cheek, and slap it.

“Hey, are you a pervert? Why are you pinching my cheek?” Flaxseed slapped his hand away. “This… This is actually real. It isn’t an illusion spell…” Jared could feel the warmth on the shadow clone.

wouldn’t be called Clone Technique if it were an illusion spell. But this shadow clone is only half as powerful as I am. Imagine how incredible it will be if it is as powerful as me!” Flaxseed

the shadow clone could be as powerful as him, it meant that

While his Nine Shadows could create several shadow clones, they were merely products of

could create a shadow clone to aid him in fleeing from tight situations. It was simply a perfect tool

promptly regretted passing the charm spell to Flaxseed. “Why? Do you

would I regret it? Since you promised to help me find Century Eye Herb,

worry. I didn’t forget my promise. Let’s go!” Beaming

walked past the gate of Skywrath Sect, Jared glanced inside. When I get stronger, I must come back to the ancient ruins! I’m sure there are more powerful charm

the ancient ruins, Jared and Flaxseed began their journey to find Century Eye

of the Southwest Region. The vast ocean was right in front of them. “Mr. Flaxseed,

his geomantic compass to search for something