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 searched his memory and didn't think he knew such a person.

After some thought, he opened the island's restriction and let the person outside in.

Not long after, a young man arrived in front of Lin Shen.

Lin Shen sized the person up. With a sweep of his spiritual consciousness, he could immediately tell that the Sun Linmao wasn't a cultivator master and was only at the ninth level of the Bright Aperture Stage. He had yet to condense a spirit meridian.

He didn't think much of it when discussing Lin Shen in private, but when she really stood in front of Lin Shen and felt his powerful aura, he couldn't help but feel nervous.

This was the subconscious reaction of the weak when facing the strong.

Moreover, Sun Linmao was here on a mission. He felt even more uneasy.

After a while, Sun Linmao swallowed and cupped his hands.

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