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

When Lin Shen saw this, he suddenly felt a little regretful. Maybe he should have kept a lower profile. Should he have hidden his strength first and tricked these people to go on stage so that he could get their merit points?

"Forget it, these people aren't fools. I'll only deceive a couple of them at most. It's not worth that effort."

At the deacon's signal, Lin Shen turned around and left the platform.

"Bro, you've kept a secret from us again!"

As soon as he returned to the crowd, Yang Zhongyi punched Lin Shen in the shoulder.

Lin Shen smiled and said, "I've always said that it won't be a problem."

Yang Zhongyi thought about it and agreed. Lin Shen seemed to have said that he wanted to shock everyone, and he had indeed done it.

"Congratulations, Lin Shen," Su Nian said with a smile.

Lin Shen smiled. "Congratulate me later."

Those words stunned Yang Zhongyi and Su Nian, and they both looked surprised.

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