Half a clear breeze

Li Xuan found himself in a predicament after transmigrating without the luxury of a system or plug-ins. To evade notice, he took refuge in a small mountain village. However, one day, he was mistaken for a reclusive expert, he was forcefully adopted as a master by an eager disciple who refused to take no for an answer.

Struggling with his moral compass, Li Xuan initially rejected the disciple's proposal due to his commitment to honesty. Yet, faced with persistent insistence and tempting offers, he reluctantly crafted fictional cultivation techniques. Much to his astonishment, the disciple not only embraced these fabricated teachings but successfully cultivated with remarkable prowess.

Witnessing his disciple's thunderous muscles, resilient bones, and potent vital force, Li Xuan couldn't fathom the inexplicable success. Bewildered, he exclaimed, "I fabricated it all! How did you manage to cultivate so successfully? What kind of monster are you?"

To add to the perplexity, a mysterious Golden Finger manifested: "Your disciple mastered the technique you invented from scratch. Your flawless completion of the technique has enhanced your strength a hundredfold compared to others at the same level!"

I Fabricated the Techniques, but my disciple really mastered them?

In the mountain forest, Xu Yan was left alone.


He stood amidst the trees, his gaze sweeping the surroundings, where streaks of sword marks crisscrossed, piercing through tree after tree, leaving behind one small hole after another.


Trees that were neatly severed lay on the ground, each chopped into over a dozen pieces.


One could faintly discern the remnants of swordsmanship and techniques.


The more Xu Yan observed, the more he felt a sense of enlightenment, though it was nebulous, as a messy cluster of sword techniques—all previously demonstrated by his master—surfaced in his mind.


Not forgotten, rather, he had lost the sequence of the moves, forgetting which stroke corresponded to which execution.


The chaotic sword techniques in his mind were verified against the traces around him, and suddenly, a particular technique overlapped with a sword mark on the ground.


"This sword mark was made by this technique," Xu Yan murmured to himself.


Chapter 77 Xu Yan Comprehends the Sword Dao, the Sword Heart is Clear_1