Tang San Mistakenly Obtains the Little Sunflower Manual, Yu Xiaogang First Experiences Cloud and Rain

Nuoding Academy. Tang San, ten years old, level 21. His Soul Power was only two levels weaker than in the original story. Logically speaking, Tang San's body had flaws, and Zhuang Xingyu had damaged his Dantian. When he ran the Mysterious Heaven Skill, he could not complete a full circulation. Even though he had trained for another year afterward and his Innate Soul Power had recovered to level 8, his meridians were damaged. His Soul Power should not have been this high, should it?

It turned out Tang San had stumbled upon the "Little Sunflower Manual."

Because Tang San's meridians were damaged, his whole body hurt every midnight. Nuoding Academy's dormitory had a lights-out time, so he had no choice but to return to his room.

Thus, he hid under his blanket and curled up every day. Over time, Tang San earned the nickname Handjob King.

Unable to bear the strange looks from his classmates, he skipped class one night when he was seven, left Nuoding Academy, and wandered the streets to clear his head.

Tang Hao, meanwhile, did not stay by Tang San's side every day. In a month, he would only spend a day or two with him before running off to that cave to confess his sins to his "Ah Yin."

Tang San had been an assassin in his previous life, and only the night gave him a sense of security. Walking down the deserted streets, he relaxed for once. At that moment, he did not have to face his classmates' strange stares, did not have to wait until everyone had left before squatting down to pee, did not have to...

"Wuwuwuwu!" Suddenly, someone looped something around Tang San from behind. The other party's level 35 pressure left Tang San without even a chance to draw his Hidden Weapons. Then his hands and feet were bound. He could not stop trembling, as though he had returned to that night five years ago.

"Haha, my luck is pretty damn good today. I ran into a little ape—so pretty." A figure carried Tang San over his shoulder and chuckled as he rushed toward a large tree outside the city.

This man was A Biao! Forty-six years old, with level 35 Soul Power. His martial soul was the Mighty Ape! Because of his martial soul, he only liked male apes and went to the trees outside the city every day to dance with them.

Until three months ago, when he went to the market and happened to see Tang San, who had long been injected with Ape Bulge Hormone and looked remarkably like an ape. He was utterly stunned!

The wonderful apes of the past could no longer catch his eye. Every day, he lurked outside Nuoding Academy waiting for Tang San, just to look at him once. He never dared look twice. Not because he feared his balls would explode, but because he was shy.

Until today, he had finally gotten his chance! His feet sped up once more.

"Hm, what's going on? Why isn't this a man? Oh, so that's how it is." A Biao felt Tang San up. Having roamed the underworld for years, he understood instantly—and grew even more excited.

"Wuwu..." Tang San's body would not stop trembling. He even felt a faint trace of excitement, as if some strange trait had awakened.

Under the moonlight, the great tree slowly began to sway as well.

After a while, just as both sides were savoring the recent bliss, Tang San suppressed the pleasure in his heart. Taking advantage of A Biao's inattention, he broke free from his restraints and swiftly pulled a Hidden Weapon from Twenty-Four Bridges Bright Moon Night. With a whoosh, he flung it at A Biao's neck. A Biao fell at once.

A Biao's eyes widened. He could not understand why Tang San, who had actively cooperated with him moments ago, had suddenly turned on him.

Tang San walked forward slowly. Just as he was about to grind A Biao's bones to dust, he suddenly hesitated. Remembering what had just happened, he was reluctant to part with it. After standing there for a while, he dug a pit for A Biao and laid him to rest.

"Hm, what's this?" Just as Tang San was about to leave, he vaguely spotted a streak of green light in a tree hollow near the base of the tree.

"Could it be some treasure?" Tang San immediately fired more than a dozen Hidden Weapons at it. Only after seeing no reaction did he cautiously step forward and pick up the glowing object.

It was a book!

Several large characters were written boldly across its cover: Little Sunflower Manual.

The first page read: To practice this art, one must first castrate oneself. Once this divine art is mastered, one will be invincible under heaven!

The second page read: To maintain the balance of yin and yang within the body, one must perform the "Porridge Duke Ritual" with a man at least once every half month! Otherwise, one will explode and die.

When Tang San saw those words, his breathing quickened. Without caring whether there was danger nearby, he immediately began reading by moonlight.

Tang San did not care about the contents of the second page. To him, it was nothing unacceptable.

It was all for increasing his strength. Nothing shameful about that!

It was just a pity he had killed A Biao. Otherwise, he would not have needed to find someone else.

"Hahahaha! Heaven has not abandoned me, Tang San! Heaven has not abandoned me, Tang San!" Tang San shouted excitedly.

Fourteen nights later, Tang San happily let out ape-like moans, utterly unconcerned with anyone else's gaze.

Ever since Tang San began cultivating the Little Sunflower Manual, the Soul Power within his body had increased rapidly, and the midnight pain that used to torment him no longer came.

Black-clad man, just wait. Sooner or later, I'll make you taste this pain too. No—I'll make you suffer a hundred times more! Tang San silently swore.

Unbeknownst to Tang San, the fortune above his head had already been reduced by one-third. Obtaining the Little Sunflower Manual had not increased his fortune. Instead, it had diminished it.

First, because the Little Sunflower Manual itself was not tolerated by the Heavenly Dao. Just imagine: if everyone castrated themselves for Soul Power, could new life still be born into the world? Over time, the world itself would weaken.

Second, Tang San's current fortune was like a final flash before death. This was his last chance. If he seized it, there was hope of recovery. If he failed to seize it, he would perish.

The Heavenly Dao followed constant laws. It did not exist for Yao, nor perish for Jie. The Heavenly Dao did not care about an individual's good or evil, because standards of good and evil were created by people. They were not the Heavenly Dao's standards.

The Heavenly Dao would never allow evil to disappear, because it needed living beings to die so that Spiritual Power could return to heaven and earth! For example, the prehistoric great calamities and mass extinctions occurred for this reason.

Otherwise, if nothing ever died, then without an influx of outside energy, the Spiritual Power between heaven and earth would grow scarcer and scarcer.

"Tomorrow is the fifteenth day. The Little Sunflower Manual says that if I don't perform the Porridge Duke Ritual with a man again, I'll explode and die. What should I do?" Tang San was deeply troubled.

He held his head and thought it over and over, eventually falling asleep without realizing it. When he woke the next day, he suddenly realized it was time for Yu Xiaogang to teach him. He stopped thinking about it and hurried to Yu Xiaogang's room.

He knocked softly. After entering, he found Yu Xiaogang lying face-down on the table, taking an afternoon nap.

Tang San looked at Yu Xiaogang. Due to the hormones, even his aesthetic tastes had changed. He actually found Yu Xiaogang quite handsome. Even that face full of beard now looked so alluring.

What should I do? Should I...? But he's my teacher! Tang San was torn with conflict.

Tang San remembered everything from the past. He still had revenge to take, and he still had to carry forward the Tang Sect! He no longer hesitated. "Teacher, you'll forgive me, won't you?"

He stepped forward, struck Yu Xiaogang's sleeping acupoint, injected him with Ape Bulge Hormone, then bent down and pressed himself on top of him.

"Hm, what's going on? Why does my whole body ache? Ah, Tang San, you're here. Right, I'm supposed to teach you today." Yu Xiaogang slowly opened his eyes.

"Teacher, maybe it's because you slept on the table! You'll be fine after resting in bed." Tang San hurriedly helped Yu Xiaogang onto the bed. "As for the postures, there's no rush. You can teach me tomorrow."

"No, no. You're at a critical stage in the growth of your Soul Power. We absolutely cannot waste time. Don't worry about your teacher's health. I can lie in bed and teach you."

"All right, then. Thank you for your hard work, Teacher." A trace of emotion welled up in Tang San's heart.

"We're teacher and student. This is what I should do. Now, let's continue from where we left off: the Purple Faced Demon Spider is extremely powerful in attack. It can spit spider silk, and its venom is highly corrosive. You can use it as a Soul Ring in the future. It pairs very well with your Blue Silver Grass martial soul..."

One taught earnestly, and the other listened earnestly. What a picture of marital harmony! No, no—it was a deep bond between teacher and student!

What Tang San did not notice was that after he left, Yu Xiaogang's expression changed. "Tang San... he, he actually... actually didn't... Sigh, Er Long, I've wronged you!"

"B-but what can I do? Tang San is still young. I still need him to prove my theories!"

This humble author begs everyone to please keep reading.

For new books these days, it seems recommendations only look at continued reading from paying users—those with recharge records within the past three months.

I still have not even received the first round of recommendations.

Continued reading means spending more than one minute on the newest chapter, reaching the final page, and turning the page. Only then will the system count it as valid continued reading.

Thank you, everyone!

(I'll make up yesterday's promised extra chapter this Sunday.)