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?

"It's controllable. The main disk is in my hand, I should be able to control it."


However, after he gave the command, he received no response.


A hint of concern swirled inside Fang Hao, could something have happened to Little Ha?


"No, this circle disk should not possess any offensive power but only the ability to cause confusion and inversion. Perhaps, Little Ha simply couldn't hear my voice."


Taking a deep breath, Fang Hao took a step forward before abruptly halting.


Before him was a well, a frog squatting on the ground. Its lively eyes were staring at a circle disk on the ground as if quietly awaiting orders.


Fang Hao called out softly but received no response.


He lifted his foot and lightly kicked the frog, yet the touch was not of softness but a solid object.


" Is it a stone? Or a discarded artifact?"


Chapter 250: Maze Inversion Formation, Fourth Disciple_2