1: Big liar, making up a method

Blood!

The overwhelming scent of blood, almost solidified, clogged Lin Fan's nose and mouth.

He wanted to run, but his body had long lost all sensation. Only an unwilling will dragged his legs, carving two horrifying bloody trails on the withered yellow grass.

His lungs felt like they were burning charcoal; every breath was like a blade scraping against bone.

It’s over.

The moment this thought surfaced, Lin Fan's vision went black, and he plummeted straight down.

“Bang!”

His face slammed onto a stone, his mouth filled with dirt and blood. It felt like several of his teeth had broken.

Just as his consciousness was about to completely sink into darkness, in the last second...

A voice, very flat, devoid of any living breath, sounded above his head.

“The scent of blood will attract beasts.”

Who? !

Lin Fan suddenly jolted, pulling himself back from the brink of unconsciousness. He desperately lifted his eyelids, looking towards the source of the voice.

Not far away, beneath a giant pine tree that seemed to pierce the sky, there was actually... a thatched hut?

In front of the hut stood a young man in a green robe.

The man didn't look old, probably in his early twenties, but his eyes were like two pools of stagnant water that hadn't seen light for ten thousand years—silent and profound.

Lin Fan, who had spent over a decade fighting and scrambling, whose instincts were honed from piles of dead bodies, was now screaming frantically!

Danger! Extreme danger!

He used both his hands and feet, disregarding all dignity, and scrambled backward like a madman, his throat so dry it felt like it was smoking: “Who... who are you?”

This was the Hundred Thousand Mountains!

A forbidden zone that even those powerful figures, who could shake the land with a stomp of their feet, dared not easily set foot in!

Building a house and living in this cursed place... was this guy human or ghost?

The young man in the green robe was naturally Lu Yuchen.

He stared at Lin Fan on the ground, who looked like a bloody gourd, without any expression.

Damn it, someone finally came.

He Transmigrated here a year ago, with no System or cheat. He relied on the stamina he built from running himself ragged delivering takeout in his previous life, fighting with monkeys in the mountains for wild fruits, just to avoid starving to death.

He thought his life would be like this forever, but three days ago, a “ding” sounded in his mind.

[Master-Disciple Tenfold Return System, activated.]

Its function was simple and crude: take in a Disciple, give the Disciple benefits, and the System would give him a critical return.

But in this godforsaken place, where was he supposed to find a Disciple?

He couldn't really take a monkey as a Disciple, could he? What could he, a takeout delivery guy, teach? Should he teach monkeys how to make fire by rubbing sticks together and advance towards civilization?

Now, a ready-made, almost dying one, had been delivered to his doorstep.

Lu Yuchen's gaze fell on Lin Fan, like a butcher inspecting a piece of meat, his tone still flat.

“A dying man, why so much nonsense.”

“If you want to live, shut up.”

These words were quite impolite.

But Lin Fan's heart, which had been in his throat, inexplicably settled down a bit.

Compared to the scoundrels chasing him, the danger from the person in front of him seemed... purer and more direct.

He'd gamble!

Rather than being caught and dismembered, he'd take a chance!

As this thought flashed, Lin Fan could no longer hold on. His head tilted, and he completely fell unconscious.

When he woke up again, he was already inside the thatched hut.

His wounds had been treated, covered with cool herbal medicine. Although the pain was still excruciating, his life was clearly saved.

“Awake?”

Lu Yuchen walked in, holding a steaming bowl of beast meat soup, “From the Lin family of Liuzhou?”

Lin Fan's pupils constricted, and he struggled to sit up: “You...”

“The people chasing you, I killed them. Three of them, from the Blood Fiend Gate, right?” Lu Yuchen placed the bowl aside, his tone calm, as if he was talking about crushing three ants.

He had no choice; when this kid was unconscious, the pursuers arrived. For the sake of his newly activated System and his future Disciple, he had to bite the bullet and act.

Fortunately, they were just a few low-level soldiers. Relying on the traps he had set up and ambushes over the past year, he managed to resolve the situation without major incident.

Lin Fan was struck by lightning; his mind went blank.

The three people who were chasing him were Martial Artists!

They were just... killed?

He looked at Lu Yuchen. What kind of existence was this young man in front of him?

Lu Yuchen ignored his shock, pondering his own thoughts. From the unconscious boy's mumbles during his coma, he had roughly learned some things.

This kid, named Lin Fan, had his family destroyed and bore a deep blood feud... Tsk, this setup was practically tailor-made for a protagonist!

A perfect Disciple candidate!

A thought wildly sprouted in Lu Yuchen's mind. People in the Wuxia world probably hadn't heard of cultivation, right? If the System could return benefits, then what he taught didn't matter, did it?

If he taught a fake Cultivation Technique, as long as he successfully cultivated it, wouldn't the System return the real one to him?!

A Son of Luck, wasn't that someone who had the ability to turn fake into real!

He'd gamble!

Thinking of this, Lu Yuchen's gaze towards Lin Fan immediately changed.

He slowly strolled to the window, standing with his hands behind his back, exuding the demeanor of a “Senior.”

“The Blood Fiend Gate, are they very strong?”

Lin Fan recovered, gritting his teeth, “Their Sect Leader Wang Hu is a well-known second-rate Master in the Jianghu!”

“Second-rate?”

Lu Yuchen sneered, his voice full of disdain, “Do they even deserve to be called a Master?”

Lin Fan was stunned, “Does Senior mean...”

“A frog in a well sees only a patch of sky.” Lu Yuchen turned around, his eyes like lightning, “Do you know what lies beyond the Martial Dao?”

“Beyond the Martial Dao?” Lin Fan was completely bewildered.

“Martial arts, cultivated to the extreme, only strengthen the body and allow one to live a few more years. Ultimately, one cannot escape death and will turn into yellow earth.”

Lu Yuchen's voice carried a hint of Gu, “And the Dao I seek is to transcend the mortal world, to wield thunder, to live as long as heaven and earth... Immortal Arts!”

Immortal Arts!

These two words exploded like a thunderclap in Lin Fan's mind!

Immortality! Omnipotence!

To a person who had just fallen into an abyss and lost everything, what a fatal temptation this was!

He looked at Lu Yuchen; the other party was clearly very young, yet gave him the illusion of looking down upon all living beings.

“If... if I cultivate Immortality, can I personally kill Wang Hu?” Lin Fan's voice trembled violently from excitement.

“Wang Hu?”

Lu Yuchen's lips curved into an arc, light as a feather.

“Just an ant, easily killed with a flick of a finger.”

This confidence, of course, was feigned. But he had to say it!

Lin Fan could no longer suppress the surging tide in his heart. He flipped out of bed, ignoring the excruciating pain of his wounds tearing, and heavily kowtowed towards Lu Yuchen, his forehead hitting the hard ground with thudding sounds!

“Disciple Lin Fan, greets Master!”

“I beg Master to accept me as a Disciple and impart Immortal Arts to me! Disciple is willing to serve Master as a loyal servant, even if it means dying ten thousand times!”

Lu Yuchen was ecstatic in his heart; it was a success!

Yet, his expression remained calm as he made a gesture to help him up: “Enough, our meeting is also a form of fate. Rise.”

“From today onwards, you are my Lu Yuchen's first Disciple.” “However, the Immortal Dao is hard to achieve. First, recover from your injuries. Afterwards, I will impart to you the method of guiding Qi into the body. Whether you can enter the sect and sense Qi depends on your own fortune.”

“Yes! Master!”

Lin Fan's face was flushed with excitement, as if he could already see the day he would personally kill his enemy and avenge himself.

Meanwhile, Lu Yuchen was calculating how to combine the Daoist breathing techniques he had read in his previous life with his own imagination to make them sound more plausible.

“Qi sensation? What kind of Qi sensation? I don't even know myself.” Lu Yuchen muttered to himself, “But it doesn't matter, as long as you believe it and cultivate something, I'll be rich!”