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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 72 Fierce Battle, Descending Dragon Palm Breakthrough (Seeking Monthly Pass)_1

Xu Yan's strength was indeed formidable, and his Descending Dragon Palm Technique was unmatched in fierceness, but when it came to combat experience, he naturally fell short of Xue Wuxin.

At the moment his Descending Dragon Palm descended, a flaw suddenly appeared above his head. Xu Yan's heart skipped a beat, realizing what the problem was.

However, this fleeting opportunity was sufficient for Xue Wuxin, who had rich combat experience and had survived through life-and-death battles, to determine the outcome of life and death.

Hovering in the air, his long blade emanated a cold chill, slashing down from above.

In an instant, Xu Yan felt his scalp tingle and his hairs stand on end, as an intense sense of crisis descended upon him. In that moment, it was already too late to retract his palm for protection.