Sun Wuben's eyes fell on the ice coffin. The sixteen-year-old boy in the coffin was very similar to Tien Shin. Most importantly, he was actually related to Tien Shin. Strictly speaking, he was Tien Shin's nephew.
"As long as the soul compatibility reaches 61%, it will have a positive effect. If it reaches 73%, it will be a good deal to use him as a doppelganger. Although this boy is a descendant of the Three-Eyed Race, he is a hybrid between an Earthling and the Three-Eyed Race. Maybe his soul is more compatible with mine."
Sun Wuben's pupils gradually disappeared. Finally, even his eyeballs turned a very pure blue. His body trembled slightly.
Suddenly, a wisp of white mist came out of Sun Wuben's two blue eyeballs. It looked down with great difficulty and finally reached the ice coffin that contained the boy. Then, it directly penetrated the ice coffin and went in between the boy's eyebrows.
In an instant, Sun Wuben felt that the boy's soul compatibility with his own was very high.
"At least 65%."
Sun Wuben was excited. The doppelganger technique was a heaven-defying existence. However, any heaven-defying existence had high requirements. In addition to the difficulty of learning and using the doppelganger technique, the soul compatibility was also the most restrictive factor.
Generally speaking, the higher the bloodline, the less similar the soul compatibility.
If Sun Wuben wanted to find a body with a very low bloodline level, or even a lower level than his own, it would be easy. However, if he wanted to find a body with a higher bloodline level than his own, the higher the bloodline requirement, the lower the probability.
And this boy.
He had the same bloodline as Tien Shin. According to the information given by Whis, if Sun Wuben wanted to find a body like this, the probability of a soul compatibility of 60% and above was one in a thousand. The probability of a soul compatibility of 70% and above was one in ten thousand. Then, 80%, one in fifty thousand, 85%, one in a hundred thousand, and so on. The higher the probability, the lower the probability.
"65% is just a preliminary judgment. Let's see …"
Sun Wuben stared at the boy. Small beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Fortunately, he was above the roof where it was difficult to be seen, so no one noticed him.
As time passed by, more and more sweat appeared on Sun Wuben's forehead, and his expression became somewhat ferocious.
After an hour, the white mist retracted from the youth's forehead and instantly retreated into Sun Wuben's eyes. Then, Sun Wuben's blue eyes returned to normal. As soon as they returned to normal, Sun Wuben's eyes were filled with excitement.
"His soul compatibility with me has reached 89%." Sun Wuben was so excited that his body trembled slightly. This was not only because of the 89% soul compatibility, which was something that only one in a million people could achieve. More importantly, the higher the soul compatibility, the greater the benefits one would receive.
Being a clone with a 73% compatibility rate was already a huge profit, so the 89% compatibility rate was unimaginable.
"Moreover … he is the same as Tien Shin, a hybrid bloodline of the Three-Eyed Race and Earthlings. He has the same potential as Tien Shin."
Dragon Ball Z Warriors, no matter which one, their bloodline was stronger than Sun Wuben's. Among the Z Warriors, although Tien Shin's bloodline was not as good as Saiyan's and Namekian's, apart from these two races, Tien Shin was the strongest.
"Should I use his body as a clone?" Sun Wuben's eyes flickered, and his heart was very excited, but … Sun Wuben was a little hesitant. After all, choosing a clone was not a trivial matter. According to Whis, having more clones was not necessarily better. Including the main body, three was the best, and seven was the limit. However, seven was not as good as three. The reason why seven was the limit was because if more than seven, it would collapse.
"If I use his body, I will only have one slot left …"
"Moreover, I am not in a hurry now. I really need a clone. I have plenty of time to choose a body with stronger potential …"
… …
The people who came to attend the funeral had already arrived. Sun Wuben looked at the boy in the ice coffin from time to time.
"Huh?"
Suddenly, Sun Wuben's gaze focused and fell on a woman sitting quietly next to the boy. She was a very delicate and gentle woman, making people have a good impression of her at first glance.
But at this time, the woman's face was wooden, and her eyes were empty and numb as she stared at the boy in the ice coffin. There were two streaks of dried tears on her cheeks.
Sun Wuben's heart trembled.
This woman was the boy's mother.
"Everyone, it's time …" A voice shouted. Soon, some strong men came to the ice coffin, opened it, and were about to lift the boy out and put him on the fire rack.
"No!"
A mournful cry sounded, and the woman, who had been sitting next to the boy with a wooden face, threw herself at him.
"No, Ball is still alive, he must still be alive …" The woman cried mournfully. "You are not allowed to touch him, no one is allowed to touch him …"
"Sister-in-law, Ball Zagami is already dead, my condolences."
"Aunt Li, don't be like this, let Ball Zagami go in peace!" Some people went up to comfort her, wanting to pull her away. But the woman was very strong at this moment, and no one could pull her away.
"Eric, Ball Zagami, he …" A middle aged man placed a trembling hand on the woman's shoulder, and said slowly in a low voice, "He has already gone, to heaven, let him go in peace."
"Barely, the child is still alive, our child must still be alive …" Eric shook her head.
"Alec, are you crazy?" A white-haired, three-eyed old man with a walking stick came forward and shouted, "Ball Zagami is dead, what are you trying to do by not letting him be buried?"
"Grand Duke!" Eric seemed to be afraid of this old man. "Ball Zagami is not dead, he just fainted. Look at how good his complexion is. As long as we send him to the hospital, he will definitely be saved. "
"Nonsense!"
The Grand Duke shouted angrily. "His death was confirmed by a doctor, and he was shot seventeen times, his brain, heart, and spleen were all shot. Even a god would not be able to live, is Ball Zagami a god that descended to the mortal world? Everyone can understand your heartache for Ball Zagami, but there must be a limit. Alright, get up quickly, don't miss the auspicious hour. "
Eric's body trembled.
"Ball is dead? Is he really dead? Why? He is still so young … Why? "Eric sobbed, but did not get up.
"Still not moving?" The Grand Duke frowned and shouted, "If you don't move, this old man will not be polite." As he said that, he raised the walking stick in his hand and swung it at Eric.
"Bam!"
The crutch hit Alick's body, but Alick didn't get up.
"No … Ball won't die. Last time, the people that King Beek killed could live, so Ball might be able to live too. You can't cremate his body. Even if you want to bury him, you have to bury him. Maybe one day, he will be able to crawl out of the ground …" Eric shouted.
"We, the Three-Eyed Clan, are born in the heavens and die in the heavens. After we die, we will go to heaven in a fire ceremony. This is the rule. Don't be rude and make trouble," the Grand Duke shouted.
"No, I don't agree with cremation!" Eric cried as she hugged the boy.
"Nonsense, this is really nonsense!" The Grand Duke withdrew his walking stick, panting in anger. He waved his hand. "Who are you? Think of a way to knock her out."
"Yes, Grand Duke. I remember that Third Brother's family has anesthetic needles. Quickly, quickly go and get them …" someone immediately shouted.
In the sky, Sun Wuben watched this scene quietly, his eyes surging with emotions.
"The pitiful hearts of parents in the world!" Sun Wuben lowered his head and wiped his eyes. His chaotic heart finally calmed down. "I think I have made my decision." Sun Wuben's figure disappeared in the sky.
In just a moment, loud shouts could be heard from below.
"Lord Martial Saint is here!"
"Lord Martial Saint is here!"
… …
Then, the crowd opened up a path, and the noisy crowd quieted down. Everyone looked in the direction of the gate and saw Sun Wuben walking over quickly with a solemn face.
"It really is Lord Martial Saint!"
"This face, this expression … it should be Lord Martial Saint!" Low voices of discussion could be heard. The grand duke, along with a few others, hurried forward to meet Sun Wuben.
"May I ask … are you really Lord Martial Saint?"
"Greetings, old man. I am indeed the person you are asking about." Sun Wuben said with a smile, "It's like this. I was passing by and saw that you were holding a funeral here, so I looked around curiously. I found that the body of the dead boy had a trace of strange life force. Of course, he is indeed dead. With current medical technology, it is impossible to save him. However, if I do it, I can save him."
"What?"
"You can save him?"
The Grand Duke cried out in shock. Cries of surprise could be heard from all around.
"Peng!"
A figure pounced in front of Sun Wuben and grabbed Sun Wuben's arms: "Martial Saint, can you save my child? Can you really save my child? "
"Erica, let Lord Martial Saint speak properly." The Grand Duke shouted.
"Hello, Madam Erica. I can indeed save this boy." Sun Wuben said gently, "However, it will cost me a lot."
"What do you want? I will give you everything I have, as long as you can save Mixed-Bean Ball." Erica cried out.
"Don't worry, I don't want anything. It's just that when I saw you so sad, I thought of my mother. My mother …" Sun Wuben's voice became lower and lower as he spoke. Finally, he smiled bitterly: "Alright, let's not talk about this. I will save the boy for you. Also, I heard you say that Tien Shin is this boy's uncle?"
"Lord Martial Saint, you know Tien Shin?" The Grand Duke cried out in shock, looking very excited.
"You are Tien Shin's … biological grandfather, right?" Sun Wuben asked.
"Yes." The Grand Duke nodded.
"That's wonderful. In terms of age, I should be calling you grandfather." Sun Wuben said, "I once cultivated with Tien Shin and Dumpling. We ate, slept, and played together for a year. I have a very good relationship with them. Tien Shin and Dumpling are among my few friends."
"Really?"
The Grand Duke was so excited that his eyebrows trembled.
"Wonderful, wonderful. Ever since Tien Shin's parents died, he refused to listen to my advice and insisted on cultivating outside. He wanted to take revenge, and I was worried about him. I didn't expect … I didn't expect … that he would be friends with Lord Martial Saint. He is really promising, really promising!" The Grand Duke laughed so hard that a tear came out of his eye.
The people next to him were also very excited. After all, Tien Shin and them were either relatives or neighbors in the past. Now that Tien Shin and the Martial Saint were friends, they felt particularly honored.
"Grandfather, Tien Shin is a pure and noble person. During the disaster of King Beek, he didn't care about his own life and even arrived a step ahead of me to fight with King Beek. It was because he delayed King Beek's footsteps that West City's fate was saved. Otherwise, before I arrived, King Beek would have already arrived in West City …" Sun Wuben sighed with emotion. "Moreover, Tien Shin later did a lot of great things. These contributions to humanity are no less than killing King Beek."
The Grand Duke laughed so hard that he couldn't close his mouth. "If Lord Martial Saint says so, then it must be so."
"Of course, it's true. I won't lie about such a trivial matter." Sun Wuben said with a smile.
"Lord Martial Saint …" At this time, Erica called out, "You just said that you want to save Mixed Paste Ball. Does that count?"
"Don't worry, I'll do it right away." Sun Wuben looked at Erica and said with a smile, "But please let go of my hand first."
"Thank you, thank you!" Erica let go of Sun Wuben's arm and retreated to the side. The others also made way for Sun Wuben. Sun Wuben walked to the ice coffin.
"Lord Martial Saint, do you want everyone to leave? Or do you want to prepare something? "The Grand Duke asked.
"It's also good to let everyone leave. How about this, I'll take him to his room. Um …" Sun Wuben swept his gaze and walked towards a room. At the same time, the ice coffin that had been on the ground floated up and followed Sun Wuben to the room.
"Ah?"
"Amazing!"
"As expected of Lord Martial Saint!" At this time, no one suspected that the person who came was an imposter.
"Everyone, leave the room. Don't disturb Lord Martial Saint from saving Mixed Paste Ball …" Some people shouted. Amidst the commotion, everyone gradually left the room.
In the quiet room, Sun Wuben sat beside the youth.
"You are the only son in the family. If we lose you, the family will lose too much." Sun Wuben whispered to himself, "Just like me, I'm also the only son in my family. If I were to die before my parents … they would definitely … definitely be like your mother and father. Well, since I've taken over your body, I'll fulfill my filial duties for you. You and I don't owe each other anything!"
Sun Wuben placed his hands on the youth's head and closed his eyes. A vast white light surged from his body.
"Ah!"
An intense pain surged from the depths of his soul. The vast white light gradually split into two. One part returned to Sun Wuben's body while the other entered the youth's body.
The ice and snow melted.
The youth's skin began to glow. Gradually, his pulse began to beat and his breathing appeared. Finally, the glow on his body became softer and softer.
"Pa!"
The youth's eyelids opened and his three eyes radiated light.
"This is me …"
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