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 reached out to grab the treasure pouch on the stone table. Suddenly, with a loud bang, the crimson stone coffin shattered, and a crimson hand stretched out from the coffin, grabbing his wrist.


"Young man, you have killed Huo Tu and arrived here. You are not mediocre. I am in need of fresh blood food!" said a chilling voice.


Xu Yan remained calm, as if he had known all along. He didn't withdraw his reaching hand but directly gripped the treasure pouch. At the same time, his wrist was grasped by the crimson hand.


A powerful, eerie aura emanated from the crimson hand.


The crimson hand manifested faint bloody red flames, seemingly corroding and refining the flesh, absorbing the essence of his flesh.


As Xu Yan gripped the treasure pouch, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and sword light emerged from his wrist. Like a revolving wheel of swords, it ensnared the crimson hand.


The sword wheel rotated, seemingly about to sever the crimson hand.


Chapter 188: Sword God Xu Yan Kills You_1