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?

Xu Yan couldn't understand how all these folks from the Demonic Sect were so poor?


As a result, he couldn't even make a fortune.


"I have killed another Grandmaster for you, don't you think the price should increase? A thousand spirit crystals for a Grandmaster's life, that's rather disrespectful to the Grandmaster, isn't it?"


In the carriage, Yan Kuan was having doubts about life.


Since when were Grandmasters so easy to kill?


With a single slap, killing them as if swatting mosquitoes, where did this monster come from?


He was also a Grandmaster, having cultivated for hundreds of years with countless hardships, finally achieving the respect of a Grandmaster, but found out now that a Grandmaster was so cheap, with a thousand spirit crystals, you could kill one?


Even the injuries on his body didn't hurt so much anymore.


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