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 sat in the elegant room, watching a woman playing a musical instrument, and observing her as she twisted her body, her sheer dress diminishing with each movement.


Eyes conveying emotions, filled with boundless tenderness.


Between every frown and smile, there was seemingly a charming force that stirred a person's blood and incited their desire.


"This woman is so formidable. Emperor Qi's concubines pale in comparison to her!" Xu Yan thought, his heart growing serious.


His mind, surprisingly, was being stirred into agitation.


Promptly reining in his spirit, he watched the woman attentively. Gradually, his mind became clear again. As long as he didn't dwell on it, it couldn't stir his emotions.


"I am not seeking anything, therefore, my desires remain motionless. Do not imagine that you could disturb my heart!"


Chapter 127 Xie Lingfeng's Fame Spreads to Wushuang Pavilion_1