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

Lin Shen had a lot of enchanted armaments in his storage ring!

Apart from the inferior-grade enchanted armaments he obtained from the Enlightening Stage demons he killed not long ago, there were also the swords and robes of the Blood Sea Sect disciples he had just killed.

There were at least 20 to 30 of them!

Lin Shen had no use for these inferior-grade enchanted armaments at all. Even if he exchanged them for merit points, they wouldn't be worth much, so he didn't mind throwing them out at all.

After the two Blood Threadworms devoured all the spiritual light from the enchanted armaments, their life force was also exhausted, and they faded away.

Jiang Wanying almost spat out another mouthful of blood, and he was extremely frustrated.

Refining Blood Threadworms was extremely difficult and even more troublesome than refining blood souls.

That's It (2)