"To master this art, wield the blade and castrate yourself."
In the dormitory, Yu Xiaogang stared wide-eyed at the words on the page, his expression awful.
He had impatiently flipped through several pages of the little booklet Wang Zhao had given him. The earlier pages were filled with scattered bits and pieces, clearly notes taken by the Dragon King Hall Master during his cultivation.
At first, he had been engrossed in it. He did not understand quite a lot of it, since the contents were wildly imaginative. If the words on the pages had not seemed so convincing, and if he had not been certain Wang Zhao had no reason to toy with him... well, no matter how profound—or nonsensical—the contents were, he had still read them with rapt attention.
Yet as he kept flipping through it, around halfway through the booklet, he suddenly saw this sentence.
Yu Xiaogang: "???"
Wield the blade and castrate himself... seriously?!
His expression instantly became incomparably strange, tinged with a trace of gloom born from the feeling that he had been played.
Wang Zhao's tall, handsome figure appeared in his mind.
Did that look like someone who had castrated himself???
Yu Xiaogang's expression grew uglier and uglier. Recalling the vague sense that something had been off when he read the earlier contents, he immediately suspected that Wang Zhao really was just messing with him...
Yu Xiaogang's fingers clenched the pages tightly, as if he were about to tear them apart the next second. After a moment, though, he calmed down.
Because there was still half the book left unread.
Besides, after calming down, he also found himself faintly curious.
A cultivation method that required castration? He really wanted to see it. Even if it was all nonsense, he wanted to know how Wang Zhao