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

"The Martial Enforcement Hall didn't catch the assassin?"

"I heard they're still investigating!"

"In that case, we haven't found the person yet." Yang Zhongyi frowned. "Lin, why don't you stay in the academy for the time being?"

Those who dared to assassinate Lin Shen were definitely Bright Aperture Stage cultivators.

The thought of being targeted by a Bright Aperture Stage assassin sent a chill down one's spine!

"Don't worry. I know what I'm doing."

Seeing that Yang Zhongyi and Su Nian were about to say something else, Lin Shen cut them off.

What a joke. Others might not know, but how could he not know? The so-called "assassin" had long been beheaded. It was impossible for him to assassinate Lin Shen again.

"Have you all heard about Master Leng?" Lin Shen changed the topic.

Extreme Intelligence Will Hurt (3)