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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 48: In my eyes, they are all nothing special_1

Translator: 549690339

Dawn had barely broken and the morning sun had not yet risen. In the prefecture city of Donghe, influential figures and well-informed powers were awaiting news from the government office.

Common folk and petty traders were already starting to prepare for a new day.

At this moment, the sound of bustling footsteps echoed throughout the alleys and streets.

"The imperial court has ordered the arrest of the heretics of the Tianmu cult. Everyone must stay indoors! Anyone who ventures out will be presumed to be a traitor of the Tianmu cult and punished accordingly!"

In an instant, the citizens of Donghe became anxious, locking their doors. As they listened to the footsteps outside and peered through the cracks in their windows at the squads of soldiers passing by armed with weapons, they felt frightened.

Was turmoil about to ensue again?

The heavy footsteps sounded on the streets as soldiers clad in armor and wielding weapons besieged the government office.