MTL - Immortal Mansion Longevity - Chapter 32 Qingheling tea

The formless ancient world was infested with despicable demons. They hunted and feasted on mankind, keeping the human civilization constantly in a weak and suppressed state.

Li Xuan traveled through time and had no system or plug-ins. He could only live in a small mountain village temporarily. However, one day, he was mistaken for a hidden master and he had to become his disciple.

As an upright person, Li Xuan didn’t want to lie to others and sternly refused, but the other party offered him too much, so he had to make up a set of training methods to fool him–as a result, the apprentice succeeded in practicing!

Looking at his disciple with thunderous muscles and strong blood, Li Xuan was stunned: “I made it up, how could I succeed in cultivation? What kind of monster are you?!”

At this time, Golden Finger appeared: “Your apprentice has started to practice the exercises you made up, and you have directly mastered the exercises, and your strength is a hundred times higher than those in the same realm!”

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