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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 · Oriental
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1085 Chs

Chapter 407 Innate Indestructible Sacred Body, Domain Trembles

Li Xuan still sat on the chair, as calm and composed as ever, as if he hadn't made a move just moments before, perfectly embodying the image of an inscrutable and profound expert.

"Carry on with what you were doing."

Li Xuan stopped Emperor Da Yue from coming over to thank him with a gesture.

He glanced down at the long robe in his hand, which belonged to the assailant who had infiltrated undetected by the Emperor Da Yue using this very garment.

With a wave of his hand, he passed the long robe to Fang Hao for him to study on his own.

"Work hard on your cultivation. You guys are still too weak."

Li Xuan sighed with a helpless expression on his face.

He must put some pressure on his disciples; they couldn't afford to become too comfortable and slack off.

"Understood, Master!"