When she heard Huang Shang say that Song Qingshu was incapable of intercourse, Li Yuanzhi, standing nearby, could barely suppress her laughter. What would this doddering old man know about how formidable my Brother Song is in that regard? Images of their intimate moments surfaced in her mind, and she became lost in a daze.
Being mistaken for a eunuch left Song Qingshu torn between laughter and tears. However, since he had intended to conceal his identity anyway, he simply went along with it. "Senior truly has discerning eyes."
Upon hearing him admit it, Chen Yuanyuan and A'ke felt relieved, yet strangely disappointed as well. They were relieved because this man truly could not perform as a man, but as for their disappointment... they could not explain why they felt it. Perhaps they simply found it regrettable that such a handsome and distinguished figure was not a real man.
"I heard some things about the Sunflower Manual back then," Huang Shang said with deep emotion. "'To master this divine art, one must wield the blade and castrate oneself.' I had thought such cultivation harmed the harmony of Heaven and defied nature, so its achievements were destined to be limited. Yet Cult Master Dongfang, at such a young age, has actually cultivated it to this level. That truly surprises me." He seemed intensely curious about the Sunflower Manual.
Song Qingshu clicked his tongue inwardly. Only someone with Huang Shang's level of cultivation would be qualified to look down on a supreme art like the Sunflower Manual.
Huang Shang turned toward Song Qingshu, his face blurred beneath his pitch-black cloak. "Though I do not often roam the martial world, I know that Cult Master Dongfang shook the martial world a few years ago and was hailed by many as the Number One