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

Recovering from the pleasant surprise of his progress, Lin Shen narrowed his eyes and looked at the two people in front of him.

The person glaring at him was a pale man with sunken eyes. His voice was as cold as a venomous snake.

Standing beside him was a man who looked to be in his thirties. He had a weathered face, a beard, and a long saber at his waist.

He kept sizing up the Black-scaled Python's corpse. When he looked at Lin Shen again, there was a cold glint in his eyes.

"Meltdown! You're from the Nine Suns Sect!"

Lin Shen didn't answer and looked at the two of them calmly.

Seeing this, the gloomy man snorted.

"Whether or not you're from the Nine Suns Sect, you'll have to pay with your life for killing my python. It just so happens that I haven't completed my quota for pill ingredients this month, so I'll just use you to make up the numbers!"

The Brave Victory (1)