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

As they conversed, the Dragon Fang Flying Ship arrived at the north gate of Dragonside City.

The three of them alighted from the flying ship. Qu Ke put it away and was about to bid farewell when he realized that Lin Shen was looking somewhere.

Following his gaze, Qu Ke saw a figure not far away.

Qu Ke was a little surprised to see him. Soon, he thought of something, and his expression changed.

Han Liang cupped his hands at Qu Ke and smiled bitterly. "Senior Brother Qu, don't blame me. I was just following orders."

The moment he said that Qu Ke looked displeased.

Shen Zening saw this and asked curiously, "Senior Brother Qu, who is that?"

"He's Han Liang, an inner sect disciple. He's very close to Kuang Hai who caused trouble for Junior Brother Lin that day!" Qu Ke explained softly.

Hearing this, how could Shen Zening not understand? His expression changed slightly.

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