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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 21: Jade Bone Bottle Neck, Diary and Ferocious Beast_1

Translator: 549690339

For Xu Yan, Li Xuan's words were guidance from his master, clues about how to gain enlightenment, how to break the shackles impeding his progress.

"Capture the concealed Spirit Mechanism around you, comprehend the essence of every blade of grass, every piece of wood, the nature of the heavens and the earth..."

In a daze, Xu Yan seemed to have a sudden insight.

"Thank you for your guidance, Master; I understand!"

Xu Yan said reverently.

Seeing his foolish disciple being so easily taken in once again, Li Xuan nodded in satisfaction.

Over the next two days, Xu Yan stopped cultivating and began strolling around the small village instead. Feeding chickens, planting vegetables, sitting on a rock at night and staring at the stars in the sky.

His mind seemed remarkably peaceful.

The obsession to break through the golden bone shackles was gone, as was the attachment to cultivation. His mind, as though having put down a heavy load, felt lighter.