Eunuch Yu Goes Online

The next day, early morning.

Yu Xiaogang slowly drifted back to consciousness.

His social relations were mediocre; even with such a massive commotion in his room, no one had come to check on him.

"Hiss..."

Yu Xiaogang endured the pain racking his body and crawled out of bed.

In over fifty years, this was the first time he had suffered such a severe injury.

After taking some medicine, Yu Xiaogang's spirits lifted significantly.

"I never expected this technique to be real. 'To practice this art, one must first castrate oneself,' indeed!"

"For such a miraculous technique, such a requirement is only natural. Otherwise, how could it possibly help me break through my bottleneck?"

The Evil-Warding Sword Manual seemed to possess a magical allure; Yu Xiaogang could not help but flip it open to read again.

As he read, he found himself unable to resist the urge to cultivate it.

No, if I lose control of my soul power again, I'm afraid I'll lose my life.

Yu Xiaogang had no desire to experience the state of cultivation deviation he had suffered a day ago.

Yet, the thought of abandoning the Evil-Warding Sword Manual filled him with extreme reluctance.

His mind was now completely occupied by the circulation paths of this technique; he couldn't forget them even if he tried.

Even if he didn't actively cultivate his soul power, whenever his reserves were depleted and he needed to recover, he would inevitably find himself circulating this technique.

I can't just let Luo Sanpao eat food to replenish my soul power every time I run dry, can I? Yu Xiaogang thought to himself.

He looked down at his own little piece of meat and hardened his heart: Might as well just cut it off!

Reflecting on the first half of his life, this little raisin had never tasted meat since it had been with him.

At his age, he would have no use for it in the future anyway, so it was better to just cut it off.

Enough! For the sake of Tang San, for the sake of breaking through to level thirty, what is this small amount of pain?

Yu Xiaogang hurriedly prepared medicine to stop the bleeding and a sharp blade.

He stuffed a towel into his mouth, gritted his teeth, and swung the blade toward his little raisin.

"Nngh..."

After a muffled groan, Yu Xiaogang's eyes were quick and his hands steady as he applied the hemostatic powder, ensuring he left an opening for excretion.

Yu Xiaogang was drenched in cold sweat, his face turning even paler, looking like a man suffering from a grave illness.

Yet, a glimmer of light appeared in his eyes. Once the bleeding stopped, he couldn't help but close his eyes and cultivate the sword manual.

After a long while, Yu Xiaogang opened his eyes, a sharp gleam flashing within them!

"Hahaha, I've succeeded! I can break through to level thirty! I, Yu Xiaogang, am no trash!" Yu Xiaogang laughed excitedly.

Although he had long decided to walk the path of a martial soul theory expert, breaking through to level thirty had become his obsession.

While cultivating the Evil-Warding Sword Manual just now, he no longer felt that sensation of cultivation deviation.

Moreover, he could clearly feel his soul power growing; a breakthrough to level thirty was within reach.

"Clan elders, Martial Soul Hall, and even you, Bibi Dong—just you wait! I, Yu Xiaogang, will definitely make you regret this!"

It took a long time for Yu Xiaogang to calm his excited emotions.

He carefully placed the string of raisins he had just severed into a bottle of wine.

He didn't drink often, and this bottle of wine was something he had specifically bought after Tang Hao had appeared last time.

Because he had smelled a very strong scent of alcohol on Tang Hao, he assumed Tang Hao must love to drink.

Therefore, he had spent a large sum of money to buy this jar of fine wine, preparing for a rainy day.

He just hadn't expected that Tang Hao would never appear again after that last visit.

He never imagined this bottle of wine would become the dwelling place for his "little brother."

After tucking away his precious treasure, Yu Xiaogang went to prepare for his seclusion.

After cultivating for a while just now, he felt that his injuries had already improved quite a bit.

Half a month later.

At the Shi San Blacksmith Shop, a young man was swinging a hammer in a rhythmic rotation, striking the iron on the furnace one blow after another.

This youth was none other than Tang San, and he was currently practicing the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer.

"Over this past half-month, although my forging technique has improved greatly, I still cannot grasp the essence of this hammer technique!"

Though Tang San had mastered the basics of the hammer technique, he could never grasp its core.

Every time he struck a few more blows, the recoil from the hammer would force it out of his grip.

If he were to forcibly use his Mysterious Jade Hand to hold onto the hammer, he risked injuring himself.

They say a true master imparts the essence in a single sentence, while false teachings fill volumes; relying solely on the manual, Tang San had failed to grasp the true essence of the hammer technique.

I should head back and ask Teacher, and see if his injuries have improved, Tang San thought to himself.

He remembered that when Yu Xiaogang had given him the booklet, he had said that if he had any questions, he could return to him.

With this in mind, Tang San no longer had the heart to continue his part-time forging work.

As there wasn't much work today, Tang San bid farewell to his boss, Shi San, and returned to the academy.

He did not notice a figure in a grey robe stepping out from the shadows not far from the blacksmith shop.

A hint of gratification appeared in the man's eyes: "I never expected Little San's talent to be so outstanding!"

"To have successfully practiced the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer without any guidance, though it still lacks a bit of the technique's true essence!"

Even without seeing it with his own eyes, Tang Hao knew Tang San's progress simply by the sound of the hammering coming from the shop.

One must know, he, Tang Hao, was one of the three great master blacksmiths of the Douluo Continent.

While many might surpass him in spirit master strength, when it came to forging, he was the absolute pinnacle.

Tang Hao turned around and headed toward Notting Academy.

He wanted to provide some pointers to Yu Xiaogang before Tang San could see him, so that Yu Xiaogang could pass them on to Tang San.

"Little San, don't blame me; it's not that I don't want to see you!"

"It's just that, as I am now, I would only bring you misfortune!"

"If Martial Soul Hall were to discover our relationship, you would likely never be able to live a peaceful life again!"

Notting Academy, faculty dormitory, inside Yu Xiaogang's room.

The furniture broken by Luo Sanpao half a month ago had long since vanished, and the room was now tidy and odorless.

Although he was in seclusion, Yu Xiaogang still ate and slept; he simply focused his primary energy on cultivation.

In his spare time, he had taken the opportunity to tidy up his room.

Knock, knock, knock!

A series of knocks rang out, and Yu Xiaogang roused himself from his meditative state.

Didn't I say not to disturb my cultivation? Who on earth is so tactless? Yu Xiaogang cursed inwardly.

Nevertheless, he rose to open the door, just in case it was Tang San coming to seek advice.

Although he could now break through his bottleneck, he knew he had missed his golden age of cultivation and would struggle to achieve much on the path of power.

Therefore, he still valued Tang San highly and did not want to hinder his progress.

But upon opening the door, Yu Xiaogang froze; he hadn't expected the person knocking to be neither Tang San nor anyone else.

It was his idol, the Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Hao.

"Your Excellency Clear Sky? Why have you come? Please, come in," Yu Xiaogang said enthusiastically.

Tang Hao followed him into the room, and seeing the changes, he couldn't help but feel puzzled.

"What is that smell? It's so fragrant!"

Tang Hao scanned the room and spotted two sachets—one at the head of the bed and another at Yu Xiaogang's waist.