Chapter 192 - 191 Downy Hairs
Red dragons don’t kill every enemy they encounter in battle.
They always take reputation and status into consideration, often allowing some survivors to escape and spread word of the red dragon’s victory.
Reputation is incredibly important to red dragons. Although they often find themselves in dire situations, they refuse to flee, which ultimately leads to tragic consequences—all because they cannot let go of their pride.
Ordinarily, for a dragon to gain a reputation, simply destroying a few villages wouldn’t suffice; they would inevitably need to attack and destroy one or two cities. Even mature dragons couldn’t achieve this; they would have to wait until later in life as adult dragons... Leon figured the primary reason he had garnered such fame was that he had pursued the mature red dragon Angmog across half of the Lost Plateau, drawing widespread attention.
Now he realized that the Cloud Giant was apparently a bard and knew a few bard spells, which might have "helped" a lot with the publicity.
Under such circumstances, receiving a Golden Finger reward, and a high-tier one at that, came as no surprise to Leon.
Samadhi True Fire, Soul Summoning Mantra, Sleeve of the Universe, Vajra Body... High-tier rewards never indulged in trivialities. Unlike low-tier rewards that might include useless spells like the Water Walking Technique, he had no idea how to evaluate the Downy Hairs spell.
Downy Hairs, at its core, refers to bodies created by transforming strands of hair from one’s primary form. The Downy Hairs spell, without a doubt, was a cloning spell.
A cat can recline on its side, and dragons with feline traits can also recline—just mind the wings. Currently lying on his side, Leon pondered for a moment. He recalled that one of Sun Wukong’s divine skills in *Journey to the West* was the Downy Hairs spell. By plucking a single hair, Sun Wukong could conjure a clone identical in appearance and skill, capable of deceiving even Nezha.
"A clone, huh?"
Leon couldn’t help but fantasize. He pictured summoning clones to explore the world on his behalf, whether it was roaring against injustice or wielding a watermelon knife to slice through foes from the Southern Heavenly Gate to the eastern road to Mount Penglai. They could do whatever they pleased, carefree and fearless—so long as his primary body remained unharmed, losing a clone wouldn’t matter.