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

Before the blood-red snake got close, Lin Shen already caught its fishy smell.

Lin Shen's expression didn't change. He raised his hand slightly, and a blazing white lightning bolt instantly shot out. With a crack, it blasted the blood-red snake into a bloody mist that filled the sky.

Seeing this, Yi Sufeng couldn't help but let out a little cry.

Although she didn't use her full strength, this attack wasn't something that an ordinary Bright Aperture Stage cultivator with seven or eight meridians could withstand.

Moreover, it was obvious that Lin Shen hadn't used his full strength!

Even so, not only wouldn't Yi Sufeng give up, but she was also excited.

"Although he isn't a female cultivator, if I refine him into a Soul Pearl and feed it to my rakshasa demonesses, their cultivation should be able to increase by quite a bit!"

Cultivator Master's Battle (1)