Suddenly, a mysterious puddle of water appeared on the previously clean floor.
There was only Yabao in the living room.
But Yabao playing with water… didn’t seem realistic…
Qiao Sang was momentarily puzzled.
“Yap.”
Yabao absentmindedly responded, his attention glued to the fight scene on the TV.
Really?
Qiao Sang had never thought Yabao would lie to her, so she immediately considered other possible reasons for the water appearing on the floor.
It could be the indoor-outdoor temperature difference, the humid air, dripping water from the upstairs, or maybe a leak in the bathroom or another room’s pipes, with water seeping through the walls onto the floor.
If this happened often, it wasn’t surprising that the rent was much cheaper, it might be one of the reasons.
Qiao Sang didn’t investigate further, cleaning up the water before settling on the sofa to watch TV.
The match had just finished a round, and a commercial was playing.
In the ad, a Green Claw Meowmeow was having a candlelight dinner with a fashionably dressed Long-Eared Cat.
At that moment, the phone on the table rang.
The scene cut to the phone screen, it was Green Claw Meowmeow's wife, Black Paw Cat, calling.
Since the voice acting was done in human language, Qiao Sang understood everything they said.
Black Paw Cat: Are you at home?
Green Claw Meowmeow: Yes, I’m at home.
Black Paw Cat: Then why do I hear other sounds nearby?
Green Claw Meowmeow: I’m watching TV.
Black Paw Cat: Why didn’t you answer the door when the package I sent arrived?
Green Claw Meowmeow: Maybe the TV was too loud. I’ll go check now.
The scene switched to a wide shot of Black Paw Cat standing outside an apartment, spraying perfume on itself.
It turned out Black Paw Cat had just returned from a trip and was planning to surprise Green Claw Meowmeow.
Just when Qiao Sang thought Green Claw Meowmeow’s lie was about to be exposed, the door opened.
The one who opened the door was none other than Green Claw Meowmeow, who was supposed to be at the candlelight dinner!
What’s going on?
Teleportation?
Spatial movement?
She recalled that Green Claw Meowmeow wasn’t a psychic-type pet beast.
The camera returned to the dinner table, where Green Claw Meowmeow smugly put down the phone. It turned out he had prepared in advance and left a clone at home.
Qiao Sang raised an eyebrow. Is this even allowed?
The scene switched again to the apartment, where Black Paw Cat embraced Green Claw Meowmeow warmly.
The clone, smelling the scent of Black Paw Cat, grew increasingly flustered, its face turning redder by the second.
Then, it exploded on the spot and disappeared…
Green Claw Meowmeow’s expression at the dinner table changed dramatically.
The final shot of the ad was of a bottle of perfume filling the screen.
"With just one drop, anything can happen. Mengran Perfume, you deserve it!"
Qiao Sang: …
This was actually a perfume ad…
But could a clone really be controlled from a distance?
Even though the ad had some editing magic, it didn’t stop Qiao Sang from pondering this idea.
If a clone could be controlled remotely, then Yabao could leave a clone at home to train while his real body attended school for intensive training. Wouldn’t that be perfect?
Moreover, both the clone and the real body would be doing different things simultaneously.
Over time, Yabao’s mental power would increase, allowing him to control both, maybe even casting different skills from the clone and the real body at the same time.
Qiao Sang’s eyes lit up. The more she thought about it, the more feasible it seemed.
It’s a good idea, but how to implement it was the question.
First, how could Yabao maintain control over a clone from such a distance, from Qianjing Garden to Shengshui High School?
Even though she had specifically found a house close to the school, the distance was still about a kilometer.
It didn’t seem far, but when considering a separation of the clone and real body, this distance became significant.
However, since Yabao had gained psychic abilities, with increased mental power, remote control of a clone might become entirely possible.
Qiao Sang thought for a moment, then turned and said, “Yabao, release all your clones and have them go practice Ember by the courtyard pool while your real body stays here and watches TV.”
Yabao’s mouth opened wide, eyes bulging in surprise.
Is this even allowed…?
Yabao didn’t respond, but Qiao Sang could read the question in his expression.
“Of course, it’s allowed. Give it a try.”
The school’s intensive training was mostly focused on physical conditioning at the moment, so skill training hadn’t consumed much of Yabao’s energy.
As for using skills, they could be practiced without the need to replenish energy.
Hearing his master’s command, Yabao hesitated no longer, mobilizing his energy at once.
Fifteen Flame Hounds instantly appeared in the living room, forming a neat line as they marched toward the courtyard.
Ever since Yabao had advanced from proficiency to mastery in shadow cloning, the number of clones had increased as well.
Soon, the courtyard pool echoed with continuous explosions.
“Yap…”
Yabao absentmindedly watched the TV.
Trying to control 15 clones in the courtyard made it nearly impossible to focus on the TV…
“Yap.”
“Yap yap.”
Yabao's expression turned conflicted as he pointed a paw toward the courtyard, suggesting that maybe he should join the training too.
“You don’t need to train. I’m trying to develop your ability to act independently with your clone and real body doing different things.” Qiao Sang said with a smile.
“Yesterday, your clone couldn’t use Ember after using Telekinesis. If you can control your clone while still focusing on your own task, maybe your skills will come out properly.”
Yabao froze.
So this wasn’t just about practicing Ember! There was another layer of training involved!
“Yap yap!”
Yabao’s face lit up with excitement. He turned back to the TV, eyes sharp with determination, as if staring down an opponent.
He was going to watch TV seriously!
Qiao Sang nodded approvingly from the side.
When it came to training, Yabao never gave her any trouble.
If only Little Treasure would train this seriously in the future…
“Xun.”
Little Treasure unconsciously scratched his nose, feeling an itch.
Suddenly, Little Treasure’s nose scratching stopped, and the dandelion he was holding in his right paw dropped to the ground.
He straightened his body, sniffing the air.
Something… smells so good…
Little Treasure, tempted, began floating toward the scent.
But before he could move more than a couple of steps, Qiao Sang noticed.
“Where are you going?” Qiao Sang asked curiously.
Normally, Little Treasure stuck to her all day, staying on her head 24/7 unless he was sleeping.
Unless something really attracted him, he would never leave.
But they weren’t outside, so what could suddenly pull Little Treasure away from her head?
Was it because she hadn’t washed her hair in two days?
Little Treasure pointed in the direction of the courtyard as he explained.
“Xun xun.”
“Xun.”
Qiao Sang paused for a moment.
“You’re saying there’s a nice smell?”
“Xun.”
Little Treasure nodded.
Qiao Sang frowned in thought. She remembered that the only things that could appeal to a ghost-type pet’s sense of smell were ghost-type food, resentment, souls, life force, fear, and regretful energy...
At that very moment, a pet beast, hidden in the corner of the courtyard, glared furiously at the 15 Flame Hounds shooting sparks into the pool.
Its anger was so intense that bubbles of water puffed in and out of its nostrils.
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