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

"What a fierce kid. Even the Hell Hornets can't do anything to him!"

Ji Lu squinted at the battle in the distance and chuckled.

"Judging by skills, he's at least a Black-rank disciple from the Nine Yang Academy. I thought that all the people who came were Yellow-rank disciples from the three academies. I didn't expect there to be a surprise!"

Wan Zhaokun glanced at him and said indifferently.

"That kid isn't weak. He also has three Long Breath Stage disciples with him. Even if the two of us join forces, it will still take some effort to take him down. We've already captured enough people tonight. It's better not to complicate matters. Let's leave quickly. The reinforcements from the Martial Enforcement Hall should be arriving soon."

I Never Said I Wanted to Escape (1)