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

"Oh no, could that person have gotten to the Mountain Phantom first?" Bai Xiaotong suddenly became worried.

When Yan Dao heard this, he smiled and said, "Don't worry. From the traces nearby, there's only one attacker. The Mountain Phantom is a mid-phase Ascension spiritual beast, and it also has many Mountain Sprites by its side. If one wants to kill so many spiritual beasts alone, they have to be an Earth-rank disciple!"

Earth-rank disciples were generally at Level 6 or 7 of the Long Breath Stage. With enchanted armaments, it wouldn't be a problem for them to deal with a group of Mountain Phantoms and Mountain Sprites.

However, unless there was a special reason, Earth-rank disciples would usually train in the depths of the Dragon Abyss Mountain Range and not come to an outer mountain peak like Mount Firon.

Therefore, that person was most likely just a Black-rank disciple.

Mountain Phantom Hair (2)