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?

"And for those hidden forces in black robes seeking revenge, come find me. As a Sword God, I am always waiting, but remember to bring a substantial number of Spirit Crystals. Broke bastards don't deserve to die at my hands!"


Everyone took in a deep breath, this was a direct declaration of war against a particular power!


A force powerful to mobilize two accomplished Great Grandmasters must be one of the top powers, and one with a peak Great Grandmaster at the helm.


Was this one man actually suppressing the whole top power on his own?


The two men in black robes felt an intense life-or-death crisis and their aura abruptly changed amidst their horror.


An eerie energy emerged, and their scimitars were enveloped in a layer of chilling energy, as if encased in frost, making the surrounding temperatures plummet.


This eerie energy seemed to carry the breath of death itself.


Chapter 159: One Against Two, Realizing the Profound Mystery on Canglan Island_2