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?

    A sword struck down, seemingly ordinary, just a common sword strike, yet everything within it was obliterated into nothingness.


    The red beam spat out by the little Chi Ni had just arrived when it vanished, turning into nothingness, leaving it utterly shocked.


    The gray-robed man bore an expression of horror and despair, unable to stop it, incapable of stopping it at all!


    In fact, he couldn't even fathom how to defend against such a terrifying sword strike, whether it was the gray shield or the dreadful attack he unleashed by burning his Origin, all of it turned to nothingness under this sword strike!


    "The Divine Master will avenge me!"


    The gray-robed man shouted in fear and unwillingness.


    A breath emerged from his body, transformed from a wisp of Origin he burned, escaping into the Chaos before the sword had completely fallen, vanishing without a trace, delivering a message to the Unchanging Divine Master.


Chapter 572: Slaying with a Single Sword, My Master Taoist Ancestor