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

Right when Luo Wei was sighing with emotion, the young man at the side suddenly thought of something and hurriedly said, "Uncle Luo, what about the Spirit Corrosion Insects in our bodies?"

The other person also looked panicked when he heard this.

They didn't do a good job and almost died. When Lu Wansong came back, he might punish them.

Luo Wei wanted to say something but hesitated.

He had wanted to say that Lin Shen would most likely fight Lu Wansong this time. As long as Lu Wansong died, the insects would die as well.

However, on second thought, how profound was Lu Wansong's cultivation? With just Lin Shen, a cultivator master who had just advanced, and another injured female cultivator, it was still uncertain if he could defeat Lu Wansong.

Thinking of this, Luo Wei couldn't help but feel worried.

I Came at the Right Time (1)