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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!"

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It wasn't until Lin Shen disappeared from sight that someone teased,

"Boss, I've never seen you treat anyone so well."

"Lin Shen is the first commoner chief disciple of the Nine Yang Academy. In the future, he'll at least be an inner disciple of the Nine Yang Sect. His future is limitless. Of course, Boss Han will look at him in a different light!"

"That's right. If we met under different circumstances, I would have wanted to build a relationship with Lin Shenla. Perhaps I would have gotten into his good books."

"I wonder if he has a girlfriend."

"Pfft, leave that boy alone! Why don't you take a look at your age?"

"I'm as beautiful as a flower. So what if I'm a little older? Perhaps Lin Shen likes an older girlfriend."

Han Wu stopped his noisy subordinates to prevent the topic from deviating further.

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