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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!"

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Chapter 382 Iron Ridge Sky Cave, Wisdom Sword Slays Demons_2

Guard duty lasted much longer for the Shao Family's powerful members.

Perhaps the Sect Master felt guilty and came to temporarily guard this place for a few days.

Moreover, the Sect Master's strength far surpassed his, so with the Sect Master guarding here, naturally there would be no problems.

Deeper within the Heavenly Grotto, only Master Wei remained.

He took out a Netherworld Blood Orb and threw it towards the blood membrane above, where the blood bead merged into the membrane.

"Is everything arranged?"

After a while, a chilling voice resonated.

"Sir, everything has been arranged properly."

Master Wei spoke with a solemn tone.

"Good!"

Blood surged, and a blood-colored figure descended from the membrane.

This Blood Disciple had pale red skin, a slightly pale complexion, and slender fingers like steel claws, faintly gleaming with a cold light.