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I Fabricated the Techniques, but my disciple really mastered them?

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!"

Half a clear breeze · Eastern
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Chapter 208: Finally saw the Golden Finger_1

Translator: 549690339

The speed of breaking into the Divine Intent State was faster than Li Xuan had anticipated.

At this moment, Li Xuan couldn't hide his excitement. As the pioneer of his own Martial Arts journey, he had quickly grasped the Cultivation Technique of the Divine Intent State in such a short span of time.

"The power and profundity of the Divine Intent State are stronger than I imagined. Wherever my divine intent reaches, there is no resistance, and within the range of my divine intent, I am as indisputable as Fate!"

If thousands of peak Great Grandmasters were invading at this moment, Li Xuan would just sit still and with a simple thought, he could make all of them kneel down!

Such authority could never be achieved by a Martial Arts practitioner in pursuit of heavenly perfection.

"What is my Golden Finger?"