In a Fantasy World, All My Clones Are Hidden Powerhouses

Lin Bei transmigrated.

He became an outer-sect disciple with a mixed spiritual root, living in a rundown shack and surviving on plain rice porridge. Even the outer-sect bullies dared to ride roughshod over him and demand repayment of his debts.

The good news was that he awakened a System.

The bad news was that the first clone the System gave him had been dropped straight into the inner sect as the chief disciple of the greatest of the five major sects.

A Heavenly Spiritual Root, a Thunder Emperor Physique, and the ninth level of Foundation Establishment. The sect leader personally took him as a disciple, eighteen elders gathered to watch, and spiritual artifacts and treasures were handed to him without a second thought.

Meanwhile, Lin Bei himself was still crouched in his dilapidated dorm, counting the single spirit stone left in his pocket.

Even more absurdly, 100% of the clone's cultivation gains were transferred back to the original.

In other words, he could grow stronger just by lying around without doing a thing.

But Lin Bei had no intention of lying around.

Because he had figured out one thing:

While everyone's eyes were fixed on the genius “Lei Yuan” standing high above the clouds, no one would notice the useless guy with a mixed spiritual root in the corner, quietly… approaching the peak.

[System alert: Clone has advanced to Golden Core. The original is “sparking.”]

[System alert: Clone has obtained a spiritual artifact. The elder next door has caught a whiff of “thunder” on him.]

[System alert: Clone has triggered an ancient Thunder Emperor ruin. The original is still waiting in line for food.]

Lin Bei set down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth.

“No rush.”

“Take it slow.”

“After all, one day, everyone will have to look up.”

[One-line synopsis: I made an SSS-rank alt, but my main account is the final boss.]

[Reader's guide:]

· The protagonist is sharp, level-headed, and great at playing dumb…