Lemon Slices

Crossing over to an independent urban world where martial arts and immortal law coexisted, the only thing Lin Shen could rely on was his clone's golden finger.
"Clone cultivation, the host becomes stronger."
"Clone [Pure Flame Body]: Flame attribute techniques cultivation speed +300%, Blazing Flame Palm, Melting Hand, Pure Flame Sword Skill... Any flame attribute techniques at your service. You can become a master in a day!"
"Clone [Natural Daoist Body]: cultivation speed +500%. All martial arts techniques can be understood at first glance, and will be integrated, crushing all geniuses!"
"Clone [Non-self Sword God]: Sword art technique power +200%, sword art technique cultivation speed +200%. No matter how strong you are, I will cut you down with one strike!"
...
"You never know how many clones are trying to cultivate behind the person you are talking to in front of you!"
"What does it have to do with me if my clone did it?"
"Don't try to outnumber me cuz you can't!"

I Have Countless Clones

Lin Shen and Su Nian looked at each other and frowned slightly.

Seeing their confusion, Yang Zhongyi put down his wine glass and explained,

"This is a tradition of the Nine Yang Academy.

"Every year, when the new students enter the academy, the older students will discuss and choose ten people from the Yellow disciples, who will compete with the new students on behalf of the Yellow disciples. The losers will have to go to the spirit mine outside the city to dig for ore for three days."

Digging ores for three days was nothing to cultivators with blooming health, but it was definitely embarrassing. The loser would be humiliated.

Su Nian frowned and said, "Isn't this pure bullying?"

It was obvious the competition was extremely disadvantageous for the new students.

Yan Jingren