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

In a wooden building on the west side of the island.

Han Liang opened his eyes from his cultivation and took a deep breath. The refreshing fragrance in his nose still lingered.

"The effect of the Vermillion Dispersion Power of the Wood Ancestral City is indeed amazing. With its help, it won't be long before I can break through to the ninth level of the Bright Aperture Stage!"

Thinking of this, Han Liang couldn't help but smile.

At this moment, hurried footsteps came from outside the door. Then, the door was suddenly pushed open, and the person rushed into the room without knocking.

Kuang Hai strode to the table in the middle of the room and sat down. He slammed the table heavily, his face full of anger.

Han Liang frowned slightly, and a look of resignation flashed in his eyes. He stood up and walked to the table, sitting down as well.

"What happened? Why are you so angry?"

Which One of You Is Lin Shen (1)