Ahem. Zhou Chuan put away his expression of shock and turned serious.
"On the path of cultivation, one can never have too many skills. Let's see how you like this move of mine."
With that, Zhou Chuan transformed dramatically. With a series of loud bangs, he instantly split into ninety-nine red phantom clones. The phantoms busied themselves: some built houses, some cooked meals, some led cattle to plow the fields, and some hunted wild beasts, among other tasks.
Chapter 1837