After completing the registration, Jeming quickly left the Boundary Point and returned to the Golden Garden.

While organizing the supplies and Talisman Witchcraft he might need to take, he was contemplating all the possible scenarios for the upcoming battles in his mind.

Just as he was immersed in the preparations for war, the Magic Network Terminal suddenly lit up, and Professor Clark’s communication request was conspicuous in the list.

Jeming immediately connected it.

“Come to my office.” Professor Clark’s voice was as succinct and calm as always, beyond question.

Jeming dared not delay and activated the Teleportation Array, instantly arriving at Professor Clark’s private office at Nolun Academy.

Professor Clark was standing in front of an Alchemy Platform, playing with a delicate doll no larger than a palm.

The doll was lifelike, with features that bore some resemblance to Jeming’s.

The material seemed like rubber, yet like skin, and its surface was flowing with dense rune light.

Seeing Jeming arrive, Clark handed over the doll.

“Take it, this is the Death Replacement Doll.” Clark’s voice was devoid of any emotion.

Jeming accepted the doll, feeling its warmth, and upon seeing the extremely complex and mysterious runes, instantly knew it was no ordinary item.

“Death Replacement Doll?” Jeming repeated in puzzlement, with some speculation forming in his heart.

“That’s right.” Professor Clark nodded and then extended his hand, gesturing for Jeming to cooperate, “I need your physical materials carrying life information, and a small portion of Spiritual Power.”

Jeming paused slightly; if any other wizard faced such a request from Clark, there would be hesitation.

After all, physical information and Spiritual Power are the best materials for creating curses and conducting soul attacks.

Wizards have an instinctive wariness and vigilance towards such things.

But Jeming only hesitated for a moment before starting to cut his hair without any reluctance.

This was not merely due to his trust in Professor Clark but also because he had the “Profound Gang Red Dust Barrier” for protection.

This invisible and intangible Protective Treasure could block curses and counterattack the spellcaster.

With this reassurance, he had no worries that Professor Clark would harm him.

Watching Jeming decisively cut a small strand of hair and then offer up his Spiritual Power without hesitation, a very faint kindness flickered deep in Professor Clark’s gaze.

However, the kindness was fleeting, and soon he straightened his expression, admonishing Jeming sternly:

“Jeming, although you trust me, such unthinking trust is an extremely irrational behavior! Even though I am your mentor, reasonable doubt and vigilance must be maintained! When you venture into the Sea of Planes in the future, you will encounter various wizards and creatures; hearts can be treacherous, and one small mistake can lead to total ruin.”

Listening to his mentor’s admonishments, Jeming did not retort; instead, he bowed deeply to learn: “What the mentor teaches is correct, and the student will remember it.”

He knew Professor Clark was not truly blaming him but was using this opportunity to instruct him.

This concern for the student’s safety made Jeming’s heart swell with warmth instead.

“After returning, as long as you use your Spiritual Power to immerse it, this Death Replacement Doll will bind with your life’s Qi and soul imprint.” Professor Clark’s tone softened again as he collected the hair and explained.

“Once you encounter a fatal crisis outside, or even direct death, it will activate and provide you one chance to resurrect at a predetermined location.”

Although he had some anticipation when he heard the name, truly hearing Professor Clark’s explanation still shook Jeming’s heart.

This was undoubtedly a life-saving treasure!

Life is unique; even though a wizard’s Spiritual Power is strong enough to sustain a soul alone, a fragile soul is utterly powerless against enemies.

But the Death Replacement Doll could reverse life and death, granting him a second chance!

“However, resurrection comes at a cost.” Professor Clark’s voice shifted, becoming somewhat solemn, “It is merely a guiding object, capable of pulling back your life’s origin. But genuine resurrection requires an additional body as a carrier—this is why I asked for your physical information. With a complete sample of your body, I can help you create a backup body.”

Jeming understood.

The Death Replacement Doll is the “key,” while the backup body is the “door.”

Without a door, even the finest key cannot open the path to survival.

“However… to require an additional backup body? Only an Alchemy Master like Clark could perform Human Body Refining at this level,” Jeming mused.

In the Wizard World, merely crafting a body isn’t a challenging task; normally, a Fourth Level Alchemy Wizard can start involving themselves in Human Body Refining.

But if the demand is to perfectly replicate a body with a soul imprint and ensure it flawlessly integrates with the original soul, the difficulty is somewhat elevated, nearly touching upon the Law of Life’s domain.

It requires extreme understanding of Alchemy, full comprehension of Life Science, Soul Science, and even Destiny Science.

Common alchemists, even High Tier Wizards, could not possibly achieve this.

Life Science is perhaps manageable, as Soul Science inherently depends on talent, while Destiny Science is rather challenging.

Now at this moment, Jeming instinctively activated the All-Purpose Eye to carefully examine the Death Replacement Doll in his hand.

Even though his head was aching, he still couldn’t understand the specific structure of the Death Replacement Doll, but he could vaguely grasp that its operating principle relied on knowledge from the Destiny Element.

“This thing… is probably a technology developed by Professor Clark himself.”

Thinking of this, Jeming respectfully bowed and thanked Clark: “Thank you, Mentor.”

Clark saw through his thoughts and shook his head: “Don’t thank me. My current level in Destiny Science isn’t high enough to create such an item; this was given to you by my mentor.”

“Uh… my grand-mentor?” Jeming was stunned, not expecting his grand-mentor to be involved in this.

“Yes.” Clark looked at Jeming with a faint smile, “Your grand-mentor was worried that you wouldn’t be able to continue providing Red Dust Potion after you died, so he created this. Don’t worry, it’s cheap; you just need to provide ten more tubes of Red Dust Potion.”

“Ah… hahaha…” Jeming awkwardly laughed upon hearing this, unsure how to respond.

By now, he realized that his little thoughts had been completely seen through by his mentor and all the grand-mentors.

It’s likely they have already figured out that his expedition this time was mainly to seek raw materials for Red Dust Potion.

They haven’t exposed him yet, and even provided him with a Death Replacement Doll, suggesting everyone is maintaining a mutual understanding.

As long as he can obtain enough Red Dust Qi to make Red Dust Potion during this expedition, they might acknowledge his potential and act as if nothing has happened.

Professor Clark said no more and just waved his hand: “Go ahead, prepare for the expedition. I will notify you once your surrogate body is ready.”

Jeming gratefully bid farewell to his mentor, and upon returning to the Golden Garden, he began the final preparations for the upcoming plane war.

However, just the next day, Professor Clark’s communication came through again.

“Your surrogate body has been completed; come and collect it.” Clark’s voice carried a subtle hint of fatigue.

After all, creating such high-tier alchemy creations so hurriedly would tire even an Alchemy Master of his level.

Jeming hadn’t expected his mentor to be so invested in this matter, so he promptly set off for Clark’s private laboratory.

Upon entering the lab’s interior, he immediately spotted the large transparent glass incubator placed at the center.

Inside the incubator was filled with a light green nutrient solution, in which was soaking a body identical to Jeming!

That body lay with eyes closed, skin color and muscle texture indistinguishable from Jeming’s original form, except for the lack of hair.

It floated quietly in the nourishing liquid, like a perfect twin in slumber, almost impossible to perceive it was not real, if not for the absence of life energy fluctuations.

The incubator’s base connected to a complex array of energy conduits and rune arrays, along with the nutrient solution within, able to sustain the body’s vitality for a long time.

“This is your surrogate body. Take it away and install it where you think it’s safe.” Clark pointed at the incubator, his tone carrying a barely noticeable ease, “Didn’t expect your physique to be so good, quite a loss!”

Jeming chuckled, moving in closer to observe this perfect stand-in carefully.

Upon hearing Clark’s words, he pondered, thoughts of possible “safe zones” floating up in his mind.

The deeper parts of his Golden Garden?

But that’s where he’s active daily; in case of an accident, it might get implicated.

Purgatory Sulfur Plane?

Though hidden, it’s still not absolutely safe once he begins modifications formally.

Finally, a bold idea emerged in Jeming’s mind.

Turning towards Professor Clark, he said: “Mentor, after much thought, I feel the safest place would be your private laboratory.”

Upon hearing this, Clark’s face instantly showed a hint of apparent disdain.

Even his normally composed expression couldn’t help but twitch at that moment: “You brat, is my private plane the place to store such things?”

Yet, in the end, he didn’t refuse.

“Hmph.” Professor Clark let out a dissatisfied snort but reluctantly waved his hand, “Alright, leave it here. However, you must pay a management fee for each day it stays… Oh, and there’s the energy consumption cost too.”

He quoted a price that Jeming found almost negligible.

Jeming felt a surge of joy; he knew Professor Clark was permitting it.

The surrogate body placed in a Sixth Level Wizard’s private plane would undoubtedly be the safest option for now.

“Mentor, I’ll pay for a hundred years of management fees first!”

“Such great expectations, I’ll only preserve it for this round!” Clark couldn’t hold back anymore, angrily kicking Jeming’s butt.

Despite his words, Clark commanded his servants to retrieve the body soaking in the nutrient solution, placing it back in a hidden alcove in the lab’s corner, fortifying it with multiple restrictions.

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