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I Have Countless Clones

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!"

Lemon Slices · Eastern
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350 Chs

Advancing to the Long Breath Stage

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

In the quiet bedroom.

The curtains were tightly closed, and not a single ray of sunlight entered. The entire bedroom seemed a little dim.

Lin Shen sat cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed. His chest rose and fell slowly in a certain pattern.

In a place that others couldn't see with the naked eye, Lin Shen's muscles, tendons, bones, and blood were constantly trembling slightly, like a plucked string.

At a certain moment, wisps of extremely faint airflow suddenly seeped out of the constantly trembling muscles, bones, and blood.

Under the guidance of some invisible force, these airflows slowly flowed in his body along a mysterious channel.

At first, the airflow was intermittent, and the flow was a little sluggish.

It was as if a person was stumbling forward, staggering from time to time.

However, as time passed, the flow of air became smoother.