I Can Copy Everything Without Limit Chapter 32

A young man from the Xie family seethed with rage upon hearing someone dare to question his idol’s championship prospects. However, upon looking up and assessing the challenger’s superior strength, he managed to suppress his fury.

Still, he couldn’t refrain from a sharp retort: “Jiaang Que is nothing but a scoundrel!”

“Who are you calling a scoundrel?!” The Jiaang family members were incensed by the insult leveled at their idol. One of them sprang from his seat, drawing his Ten-refinement Weapon, clearly prepared for a brawl.

At that moment, a disdainful snort from upstairs halted the Jiaang disciple, his face instantly paling. Swiftly recalling his surroundings, he offered a respectful fist-and-palm salute in apology before meekly returning to his place.

Running a restaurant within the inner city required considerable influence, and such establishments were typically guarded by formidable protectors. Had it not been for the imminent clash between the Jiaang and Xie families, the response from upstairs might have been more than a simple snort.

While the spectators relished the feud between the Xie and Jiaang families, it left a bitter taste in the mouths of some—specifically, the disciples of the Wei family.

Compared to the Xie and Jiaang families, the young leaders of the Wei family lagged behind. Their current figurehead, Wei Luchong, possessed the same Middle Level Grade Eight talent as Jiaang Que.

​However, unlike Jiaang Que, Wei Luchong had indulged himself and grown lax in his Qi Refining practice. He had only recently ascended to Qi Refining Stage Level Seven, falling significantly short of Xie Jutong and Jiaang Que.

The Wei family had once been on the verge of introducing an unparalleled prodigy, but this prodigy vanished without a trace after merely three days, plunging the Wei disciples into dismay.

The lingering question remained: would the Wei family, currently ranked second, soon be relegated to third?

Wei Lulin, deeply engrossed in his secluded cultivation, remained unaware of the fervor gripping Looh City due to the imminent Hunting Competition and Spring Festival. His focus was solely on his cultivation.

Having obtained a Dantian Cultivating Pill and twenty Grade Nine Low Rank Spirit Stones, he first proceeded to replicate the Qi Increasing Pill. Employing this pill along with the Spirit Stones, he managed to elevate the Spiritual Force within his Dantian to its peak.

​Next, he commenced the process of duplicating the Dantian Cultivating Pill. Despite its designation as a Low Rank Grade Nine Pill, intended to fortify and expand the Dantian, the duplication process exacted a severe toll on his Spiritual Force.

It required two Grade Nine Low Rank Spirit Stones to replicate a single Dantian Cultivating Pill. After exhausting all twenty stones, he successfully produced a total of ten pills.

Regardless of the considerable expenditure of Spirit Stones, Wei Lulin swallowed his reservations along with a Dantian Cultivating Pill. The pill metamorphosed into a potent force, immediately initiating the process of tearing apart the Dantian he had meticulously cultivated.

Wei Lulin’s visage contorted in intense agony. He had previously endured the excruciating pain of his meridians being ripped apart and believed himself capable of withstanding nearly any torment. Yet, the agony of his Dantian being sundered was unparalleled, rendering all prior pains insignificant in comparison.

Although Wei Lulin was recognized for his exceptional resilience, the sheer intensity of the pain proved overwhelming. Collapse was inevitable, and he fell to the ground, his cries of anguish echoing.

His Dantian's substantial capacity meant the tearing process persisted longer, subjecting him to prolonged suffering. However, a silver lining emerged: once the pain receded, a profound sense of euphoria followed.

Upon the complete rupture of his Dantian, the residual energy from the Dantian Cultivating Pill activated, initiating the repair and methodical expansion of his Dantian. If his Dantian had initially been the size of a cup, the pill’s effect had nearly doubled its volume, correspondingly augmenting his strength.

While the process of consuming the Dantian Cultivating Pill was agonizing, the resultant benefits rendered it entirely worthwhile.

Wei Lulin harbored no second thoughts and did not pause for rest before consuming the second Dantian Cultivating Pill.

After ingesting the third pill, he was compelled to take a respite. The severe pain had depleted his physical and mental reserves to such an extent that, once the energy from the third pill dissipated, he was too exhausted to stand and remained prone on the ground.

Once fully recuperated, Wei Lulin resumed his consumption of the Dantian Cultivating Pills.

It took him a total of three days to ingest all ten Dantian Cultivating Pills. By that juncture, his Dantian had expanded to the dimensions of a bowl, and his overall strength had increased by a factor of at least ten.

Despite his advancements, Wei Lulin maintained a facade of humility, acknowledging the existence of countless prodigies who had triumphed over formidable obstacles.

He understood that true progress hinged on profound self-awareness.

With eleven days remaining until the highly anticipated Hunting Competition, Wei Lulin resolved to dedicate half of this period to absorbing Spirit Stones and Qi Increasing Pills. His objective was to fortify the Spiritual Force within his Dantian, aiming to ascend to the Peak of Level Three in the Qi Refining Stage before the competition's commencement.

The remaining time would be strategically allocated to refining his blade techniques and engaging in sparring sessions with his five guards to augment his combat efficacy.

His Dantian's expanded capacity facilitated a more rapid absorption of Spiritual Qi. After replicating over ten Qi Increasing Pills and utilizing the Grade Nine Low Rank Spirit Stones, coupled with the abundant Spiritual Force present in the training room, he successfully reached the zenith of Spiritual Force in his Dantian within a mere eight days.

Subsequently, he shifted his focus to consolidating his cultivation level and perfecting his blade technique, patiently awaiting the beginning of the Hunting Competition.

By December 1st.

At the early hour of four in the morning, the inhabitants of Looh City, typically immersed in slumber, began to stir. After a swift preparation, they departed their residences, converging at a platform situated ten miles east of the city gates, where a silent vigil commenced.

As five in the morning approached, the initial arrivals infused the atmosphere with palpable anticipation, sparking a flurry of activity. It was as if an unspoken accord had been reached, as a steady throng of individuals followed the first group, gathering beneath the imposing platform on the city's eastern periphery over the ensuing hour.

By six o'clock, the arrival of three substantial contingents beneath the platform ignited the crowd's fervor, culminating in a resounding ovation. “Xie Jutong, I adore you, much like a mouse cherishes rice,” proclaimed a woman, visibly smitten. “Jiaang Que, I’m cheering for you. You must defeat Xie Jutong and claim the championship!” a devoted follower of Jiaang Que vociferated passionately. “Xie Jutong, I've wagered a significant sum on you. You'd best deliver and secure the title,” boomed a gambler, renowned yet lacking in actual prowess.

Amidst the escalating cheers and a growing chorus of support, members of the Wei family stood out, exuding an air of unease. The overwhelming majority of the crowd's allegiance appeared to rest with Xie Jutong and Jiaang Que, with a conspicuous absence of any mention of Wei Luchong.

Wei Bochen, the patriarch of the Wei family, observed the unfolding scene with a somber countenance, his spirits growing heavy. In reality, Wei Luchong's innate talent was not significantly inferior to his contemporaries, and his comprehension was remarkably keen. However, his pervasive arrogance proved to be his undoing, leaving him lagging behind the equally gifted Jiaang Que.

It seemed that the family's excessive indulgence had fostered complacency, depriving him of the requisite ambition to achieve excellence.

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