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?

Every day, Meng Chong used his blood and spirit to nurture his precious blade, the heart and sword resonating in unison. Finally, at the brink of life and death, the time to unsheathe his blade had come.


As the blade was drawn, its soul awakened, its will shaking the surroundings.


The sword light seemed to tear through heaven and earth, utterly domineering, unstoppable in its forward motion!


On the city tower of Wu Country's capital, the Emperor of Wu and others who were watching the battle from afar could only see that sword light. Despite the distance, it still exuded an overwhelming aura.


Their hearts felt as if they were being clenched by a hand, their breaths were held, eyes wide open and faces filled with shock.


The unsurpassed sword light, dominating sword intent, shattered the oppressive aura of the Blood Spirit Child, stabbing his consciousness.


"How is this possible, what kind of sword technique is this?"


The Blood Spirit Child was horrified and lost his color.


Chapter 109: Awakening of the Sword Spirit, Absolute Sword Intention_1