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 leaving the Merit Hall and walking behind his father for a moment, Leng Xing finally couldn't help but speak.

Before he could finish, Leng Guangting cut him off without looking back.

"How many times do I have to tell you? Just stay in the academy and cultivate. I'll support you with all the resources. You don't have to run around for some merit points like others!"

Leng Xing still wanted to argue, but he was interrupted by Leng Guangting again.

Leng Xing wanted to say something but hesitated. In the end, he lowered his head dejectedly and submitted to his father's dignity as usual.

After a moment of silence, Leng Xing suddenly said,

"Father, who was that person just now? Do you know him?"

Leng Guangting turned around and glanced at his son. There was no expression on his face as he said calmly,

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