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

After meeting Lin Shen, Yan Dao had been suppressing his dissatisfaction and anger toward Lin Shen and trying not to show it.

When Ai Jingting talked to Lin Shen nicely, the latter seemed to be ignoring her. Seeing this, Yan Dao finally couldn't help but lash out.

However, as soon as he said that, Yan Dao regretted it.

It would be terrible if he ruined Ai Jingting's deal and made her angry with him.

However, at this point, Yan Dao didn't want to admit defeat in front of Lin Shen. He could only brace himself and snort.

"I'm Yan Dao, an Earth-rank disciple!"

No wonder he felt that this person's gaze on him was inexplicably hostile.

He thought that it was his imagination, but it turned out that this man was from the Yan family.

Lin Shen smiled and turned to Ai Jingting.

Strange Father and Son (1)