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 plate is in my hands, I should be able to control it," Fang Hao said confidently.


Fang Hao instructed, but he received no response after speaking.


Fang Hao felt a sinking feeling in his heart; could something have happened to Little Ha?


"No way, this disk shouldn't have any attacking power, just the power to confuse and reverse things; maybe Little Ha simply can't hear my voice."


Taking a deep breath, Fang Hao stepped forward but halted abruptly.


Before him was the sight of a well, a toad squatting on the ground with lively eyes staring at the disk on the ground, seemingly waiting for instructions.


Fang Hao called softly but received no response.


He lifted a foot and gently nudged the toad but found it wasn't soft; it was something hard.


He shook his head, eyes widening, as what he clearly saw was Little Ha.


Chapter 250: The Chaotic Reversal Formation, The Fourth Disciple_2