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 inner sect disciples of the Nine Suns Sect cheered in excitement.

A smug look flashed across Peng Junqin's face. He controlled the Five Qi God-subduing Token to continue attacking the other Blood Sea Sect disciples, wanting to take this opportunity to kill a few more enemies.

But at this moment, a line of blood suddenly hit the Five Qi God-subduing Token. With a clang, the token was pushed back.

Peng Junqin was shocked. He raised his head and saw the tall man put down his hand.

The tall man repelled the Five Qi God-subduing Token with a single strike, instantly raising the morale of the Blood Sea Sect disciples who had fallen back. They all shouted excitedly, saying that Senior Brother Jiang was amazing.

Peng Junqin seemed to have thought of something when he heard Senior Brother Jiang's name. His expression changed drastically as he blurted out,

Blood Threadworm (3)