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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

Unscrupulous (1)

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

In the dark hall.

"Lin Shen" slowly opened his eyes. After a brief moment of absent-mindedness, he woke up all of a sudden. He wanted to jump to his feet but realized that he seemed to have been frozen on the spot. He couldn't move and could only lie flat on the ground.

"Stop struggling. Even someone at Level-2 Bright Aperture won't be able to break free in an hour."

He heard an indifferent voice.

"Lin Shen" tried his best to look in the direction of the sound. From where he lay, he could see the giant cauldron in the center of the hall.

The cauldron was made of fine brass and was as tall as a grown man. It had three legs and two ears, and the surface was covered with complicated patterns. It gave off a cold, eerie glow.

Meanwhile, a fire had been lit under the cauldron, and white smoke was rising out of the four holes in the lid.