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 was puzzled. He sized the person up a few times, but he couldn't remember where he had seen the man before.

He didn't think he knew this person at all.

It was Qu Ke who took a step forward and frowned. "Kuang Hai, what are you doing?"

Others might not know, but Qu Ke knew that one of the three Xuandu Tokens was originally meant for Kuang Hai.

Because of the intervention of the Military Department, that Xuandu Token went to Lin Shen instead.

Kuang Hai had appeared here at this time and specifically asked for Lin Shen. It was obvious that he was here to cause trouble!

As expected, Kuang Hai looked at Qu Ke condescendingly and said coldly, "It's none of your business, Qu Ke. Don't be a busybody!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he ignored the ashen-faced Qu Ke and continued to look at Lin Shen and Shen Zening. He snorted coldly.

"What, you don't even dare to admit your name?"

It Won't Take Long (1)