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

Three months passed, but the sect didn't take any action. Be it the Nine Suns Sect or the Nine Yang Academy, everything was as peaceful as ever.

"What are the high-ranking officials of the sect thinking?"

Lin Shen didn't believe that Xie Jingsheng hadn't reported the news to Si Yuanpei. It was unlikely that the latter wouldn't report it to the sect either.

The peaceful situation was more likely because the officials of the sect were waiting for something.

Suppressing his doubts, Lin Shen walked towards the square.

Today was the disciple rank challenge day which happened once every three months.

When Lin Shen arrived at the square, he saw that it was already crowded. The atmosphere was abnormally lively.

After some effort, Lin Shen found Yang Zhongyi and Su Nian in the crowd.

Both of them looked travel-worn, clearly having just returned from the Dragon Abyss Mountain Range.

Cleaning House (2)