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While My Clone Wreaks Havoc, I Cultivate from the Shadows

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You’ve transmigrated into a cultivation world and obtained the power to create clones. So what will you do? Send your clone to farm spiritual rice? Make it get a job and earn spirit stones? How about sneaking it into a sect to leech off their resources? Will you make a male clone? A female clone? Or maybe something... not even human? Watch as Cheng Qian pulls off one outrageous move after another, pushing the utility of his clones to the absolute limit. “I’ll say this again: bankrupt sects, crumbling empires, immortal-demon wars, beast clan invasions—none of that has anything to do with me, Cheng Qian.” “What? Demonic cultivators? Robbers? Never met ’em. Don’t know ’em. No clue.” “Maybe some people’s brains got fried from cultivating too hard, but whatever those clones did has nothing to do with me, the main body.” And so, while Cheng Qian enjoys a peaceful life, strolling further and further down the path of immortality... His clones, hidden away in corners and shadows, carry the burdens of the world for him.
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