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

In the cave, Zeng Chengde sensed the person outside and frowned slightly.

He looked at Pan Youcheng, who immediately took a hint. With a flick of his wrist, a palm-sized mirror appeared in his palm.

As spiritual essence was injected into the mirror, ripples appeared on the surface like the surface of a lake. When it calmed down, there was a red dot the size of a grain of rice on it.

Pan Youcheng touched the mirror lightly and moved his finger left and right.

A moment later, he looked up at Zeng Chengde and said in a low voice, "There's indeed only that guy outside. His cultivation level is no more than the fifth level of the Spirit Nurturing Stage!"

A hint of surprise flashed in Zeng Chengde's eyes.

Pan Youcheng's Heavenly Eye Mirror was enough to detect everything within a five-kilometer radius. No matter what concealment methods cultivators below the Mystic Light Stage used, they wouldn't be able to hide.

The Tip of the Iceberg (1)