Why Bother Fighting for the Throne? My Clones Are Already Untouchable

After transmigrating into the Great Qin Dynasty, he became the Ninth Prince, Qin Mo.

While Qin Mo was still an infant, his golden finger had already created tens of millions of clones for him.

It even sent each clone to be born into a different family, and every one of them was rich and powerful.

"The Five Nations Tournament is just around the corner. Sigh, if only I could cultivate."

Master, I am the young master of the Alchemy Saint Pavilion. Please try these ninth-grade Bloodline Pills, ninth-grade Qi Condensation Pills, and ninth-grade Body Tempering Pills.

Master, I am the only son of the Great Emperor Wushi. Please accept this supreme cultivation manual.

Master, don't forget me, the young master of the Ten Thousand Arts Artifact Sect. You can use tens of thousands of immortal-grade artifacts as you please.

"What? 'Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river. Never bully a poor young woman'? A genius from some third-rate sect actually wants to divorce me, her fiance?"

While all his imperial brothers watched coldly from the sidelines, and even his father wanted him to cut open his belly and apologize,

the Holy Maiden of the Guixu Immortal Sect traveled thousands of miles to see him.

She made a betrothal pact with Tai Mo.

Because she was one of those tens of millions of clones.

"Master, it's been eighteen years since we last met. I'll wipe out this little sect in the wilderness for you right away."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.