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?

"He's extremely powerful, his movement techniques are ghostly, and his combat experience is seasoned—I'm far from his match," Meng Chong thought to himself.


Despite this, he had noticed something amiss with his opponent's body—it seemed to be somewhat off.


"Seize the opportunity for a fatal strike," Meng Chong thought again.


The Great Sun Golden Bell Shield solidified once more; the bloodstain on his chest had stopped bleeding, and the remnants of the chilling aura had been dispelled.


"Kid, heh heh, hand over your little life," Blood Spirit Child's figure became even more elusive this time, his ghostly silhouette constantly shifting and moving. Moreover, as he changed positions, strands of sinister silk wound continuously around, seemingly to encase Meng Chong within.


Despite Meng Chong's fists summoning powerful forces, he was still unable to break out of the encirclement. The chilling silk strands were not only unyielding but growing in number, forming a vast net.


Chapter 108: Life and Death Crisis, Time to Draw the Sword! _2