Sunflower Manual

After dividing up their tasks, the two red-robed men no longer hesitated.

They were both red-robed figures from Spirit Hall, Soul Fighting Master-level powerhouses.

Against Shrek Academy, whose strongest teacher was only a Soul Saint, the two of them had come here for a guaranteed kill.

Not to mention that one was an eighty-third-rank assault-type Soul Fighting Master, while the other was an eighty-fifth-rank control-type Soul Fighting Master.

Unless they encountered a Titled Douluo, the two of them together would be absolutely invincible here!

Bang!

The two swiftly leaped out of the grove. Then, in an instant, they stood silently still within the grove, unable to move.

A tall figure in gray robes appeared coldly behind them. His hands were like towering mountains, pressing down on the two Soul Fighting Masters so heavily that neither dared move.

The two men, subdued in an instant, were somewhat bewildered.

What had just happened?

Hadn't they been told that Shrek Academy was completely defenseless now and that they could come here and slaughter at will?

So how had they suddenly been subdued?

"Gentlemen, in the dead of night, why have you appeared in this little grove?" the cold figure asked in a low, hoarse voice.

Why had they appeared in this little grove?

The two remained silent, even preparing themselves to die in battle.

After all, they couldn't exactly say they had come here to take a dump.

Far away in Heaven Dou Imperial Palace, Xue Beng watched this scene and smiled.

He sat in a dedicated study, processing documents.

However, his Golden Finger allowed him to share senses with his summoned beings. Thus, even events taking place far away at Shrek Academy were perfectly clear to him through the tall Gray Robe.

Watching Spirit Hall's men get effortlessly suppressed, Xue Beng was in a good mood.

He had sent his summoned being to Shrek Academy because he wanted to earn a favor from the Clear Sky Douluo by protecting Tang San.

That way, he could later draw the entire Clear Sky Sect to his side.

Seeing things proceed so smoothly put him in an even better mood. He snapped his fingers and chuckled.

"Number One, make some noise. Let them know that we saved their lives."

If one was saving people, one naturally had to do it openly—and leave one's name behind.

But the next moment, the smile on Xue Beng's face froze, and his gaze turned cold.

Because through his senses just now, his summoned being had suddenly developed boundless affection for the two red-robed Soul Fighting Masters in his grasp.

It was as though those two were his dearest loved ones, brothers of his own flesh and blood.

Add money!

Add your mother!

Xue Beng was so angry he almost laughed. Then, rubbing his brow with a headache, he watched the two Soul Fighting Masters seize the opportunity to flee, vanishing without a trace.

That damn Hometown Fellow.

This plan had been ruined again.

Sigh.

Xue Beng tossed the document in his hand aside and, with a headache, called Number One back.

Before figuring out the abilities of the Hometown Fellow's Golden Finger that had disrupted his plan, he had no intention of leaving Number One at Shrek Academy.

Otherwise, his losses would be considerable.

Still, while his own summoned being could not remain there, he could send someone else to investigate.

After some thought, Xue Beng skillfully wrote an approval slip beside him, ordering Qin Ming, a Shrek Academy graduate, to make a trip back.

He was to investigate who there was particularly unusual.

Damn it, where had another Transmigrator come from, and how had they ruined his plan too?

Sigh.

Forget it. If one plan failed, he would use another.

As he thought, Xue Beng picked up another document and carefully reviewed the academy's application to begin classes.

"Martial Art."

"Martial Art?"

Inside Begonia Pavilion, Tang Hao felt as though thunder was rolling through his heart. Looking at the Martial Art Ye Xilan had presented, he felt like his mind was about to explode.

There was no other reason than that the Martial Art Ye Xilan had offered was simply too explosive.

The Sunflower Manual.

Also known as the Chicken-Cutting Divine Skill.

Which genius had brought this Martial Art over?

In the Alchemy Room, Ye Xilan looked expectantly at Tang Hao. "Your Excellency, are these treasures together enough to exchange for that half of a Nine Grade Purple Ganoderma?"

Tang Hao had wanted to use half a Nine Grade Purple Ganoderma as payment for treatment, but Ye Xilan had not dared accept it at all. She had even shown fear.

She was terrified that after treating Tang Hao, he would turn around and slaughter her entire clan.

Tang Hao found this extremely depressing. Was he really that terrifying?

It was only half an Immortal Herb.

How could he possibly slaughter a healing-type Soul Fighting Master over such a trivial thing?

However, only after he spent quite a while telling Ye Xilan that she could exchange all her assets and her loyalty to him for that half of the Immortal Herb did she finally relax.

She was willing to accept the half of the Immortal Herb.

And with great anticipation, she brought out all her possessions: five Thousand Year Soul Bones and four Hundred Year Spirit Bones.

Among them was the Martial Art before him!

The Sunflower Manual!

"That will do. But Xilan, where did you get this Martial Art?" Tang Hao nodded, then could not help asking.

This Martial Art was simply too explosive. It was so explosive that he desperately wanted to know which great genius had brought it here.

And how Ye Xilan had obtained it.

"Thank you, Your Excellency." Ye Xilan's eyes curved as she gratefully bowed to Tang Hao.

Only then did she recall it and softly say, "In reply to Your Excellency, I obtained this Martial Art six years ago, when I helped the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect treat his injuries. They gave it to me."

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?" Tang Hao frowned.

"Yes, Your Excellency." Ye Xilan nodded softly.

"At the time, I received an invitation from Sword Douluo and went to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to help that sect master treat his injuries."

"After the treatment, Sword Douluo gave me this Martial Art as payment."

"And told me that this Martial Art contained the supreme truth pursued by us healers."

As she said this, Ye Xilan's eyes shimmered like autumn water, clear and bright. She held this Martial Art in great reverence.

But...

Tang Hao opened the first page of the manual and read its first line.

"To practice this art, one must first castrate oneself!"

This contained the supreme truth pursued by healers?

Where was it contained?

The Changes of Yin and Yang?

"Your Excellency, this Martial Art is truly powerful."

"Its value exceeds all of my Spirit Bones combined." Ye Xilan looked at Tang Hao with sparkling eyes and spoke softly, full of anticipation.

Tang Hao fell silent. Of course he knew this Martial Art was powerful.

It was the fastest cultivation technique in the Jin Yong lineage.

But...

"To practice this art, one must first castrate oneself."

Tang Hao immediately shoved the Martial Art into the deepest corner of his Storage Soul Tool.

He intended to never let it see the light of day again.

Powerful?

No matter how powerful it was, he would never look at it.

Moreover, Tang Hao looked strangely at Ye Xilan's tender, water-like skin and her expectant gaze.

"Xilan, don't tell me you've already cultivated this Martial Art?"

Ye Xilan was beautiful, beautiful like a fairy who had stepped out from among flowers. She nodded softly. "Yes, Your Excellency."