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 capital city of Wu Country, once again, excitement erupted in the wake of Meng Chong. The ministers were terrified, and the Emperor of Wu's face was deathly pale.


Senior Wu, a martial artist with a powerful reputation, unexpectedly broke into the imperial palace alone, cutting a long trench within the palace with a single stroke of his sword. 


Intimidating both the ministers and the Emperor of Wu.


The imperial guards within were all trembling in fear, none daring to step forward.


Even the disciple of Senior Wu was hiding in the distance at the moment, as he noticed something seemed off about his master!


In the court, the Blood Spirit Child crushed a hapless minister to death with a casual squeeze of his hand, then sat on the emperor's throne. His jagged-edged blade was leaned against the foot of the throne while the Emperor of Wu stood, white-faced, in front of a group of ministers.


Chapter 107: Meng Chong's Qi and Blood are Perfect, Dangerous Aura_1