Yu Xiaogang Opens the Door to a New World

On the other side, at the Blue Tyrant Academy.

"Little San, are you in the house?"

Yu Xiaogang stood in front of Tang San's house and called out.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Yu Xiaogang pushed open the door and went inside.

Looking at the messy room, Yu Xiaogang sighed and said, "Little San, although training is tough, the room can't be cleaned."

As she spoke, Yu Xiaogang began cleaning Tang San's room.

In no time, Yu Xiaogang had cleaned half of the room.

"Huh? What's this?"

Yu Xiaogang noticed the books on the table and picked them up out of curiosity.

The book cover had the four large characters "Sunflower Manual" written on it.

Yu Xiaogang, thinking it was something important, started reading a book about sunflowers.

Yu Xiaogang initially flipped through the pages casually, thinking it was probably just another miscellaneous book that Tang San had picked up from somewhere. But the more he read, the more serious his expression became. By the time he reached the third page, he had unconsciously sat up on the edge of the bed, his back ramrod straight, holding the thin booklet in his hands, his eyes almost touching the pages.

"Sink your Qi to your Dantian, focus your mind on the Yongquan point, use softness to overcome hardness, use stillness to control movement..." Yu Xiaogang murmured, his voice growing softer and softer until it disappeared completely, leaving only the rustling sound of his fingertips rubbing against the paper as he turned the pages.

This thin booklet, filled with cultivation methods, completely exceeded his understanding of the Soul Power system. The theories about the harmony of yin and yang, and the balance of strength and gentleness, were vastly different from the prevailing Soul Power cultivation methods on the continent. Strangely, based on Yu Xiaogang's understanding of Martial Soul and meridians, these seemingly absurd methods possessed a chillingly rational quality.

"So that's how it is... So that's how it can be done..." Yu Xiaogang's eyes grew brighter and brighter, his hands holding the book trembling slightly with excitement. "Using the body as a furnace, using qi as a catalyst, transforming yang into qi, breaking through and then building up... What a profound method this is! If one can master it, there's even hope of breaking through the bottleneck of Titled Douluo!"

He turned the pages one by one, devouring them with an insatiable thirst, as if he were being sucked into the thin booklet. The words seemed to possess a magical power, each one drilling into his mind, each sentence opening a door he had never seen before.

"This is a divine skill." Yu Xiaogang's voice trembled with piety. "This is absolutely a divine skill that surpasses all Martial Soul Theory of this era. No wonder Little San kept it hidden from me. If such a divine skill were to spread, who knows how much bloodshed it would cause..."

"It's a pity that I, Yu Xiaogang, have spent most of my life studying Martial Soul Theory, thinking I had reached the pinnacle of cultivation, only to find it so shallow." He took a deep breath, his fingers gently tracing the four characters "Sunflower Manual" on the cover, a fanatical obsession shining in his eyes. "If I hear the Dao in the morning, I can die content in the evening. If I can comprehend this skill, what does the bottleneck of level twenty-nine matter!"

He became more and more engrossed and excited as he looked at it, and a flush of almost fanaticism appeared on his face.

This secret manual, stolen from Jiang Lan's room and hidden away in a small hut by Tang San like a hot potato, is now seen by Yu Xiaogang as a divine weapon that can sever the shackles that have bound him for half his life.

"If I master this skill, I, Yu Xiaogang, will no longer be just a theorist who only talks the talk..." Yu Xiaogang slowly stood up, clutching the Sunflower Manual tightly in his hand, his cloudy eyes shining frighteningly.

He never considered why Tang San had casually tossed this cultivation manual onto the table, nor why Tang San had never mentioned it to him.

All he knew was that his time to turn Yu Xiaogang around had come.

Yu Xiaogang held the thin booklet, sat back on the edge of the bed, and eagerly flipped through the first few pages.

He was too hasty in reading it, only finding every word precious and every sentence profound, and was so focused on how to break through the shackles of level twenty-nine that he didn't notice the prerequisites for cultivation at the beginning of the technique.

As he calmed down and looked closely at each word, the fervor on his face slowly froze.

The words were written clearly and unambiguously.

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

These eight words were like a bucket of ice water poured over his head, completely extinguishing his boiling state.

Yu Xiaogang's hand holding the book froze in mid-air, his pupils slightly contracting.

Self-castration.

Are you kidding me?

He is the eldest son of the dignified Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's leader, a man of noble birth. How could he become a eunuch?

"Absurd! Utterly absurd!" Yu Xiaogang muttered under his breath, then couldn't help but look at it again, afraid that he had misread it.

But those eight characters remained quietly there, their strokes clear and identical.

Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the book pages.

His greatest ambition in life was to break through the limitations of Martial Soul Mutation, become a grandmaster, and make everyone dare not underestimate him anymore.

This book, the "Sunflower Manual," was like a shortcut to heaven tailor-made for him; he was just one step away from a complete transformation.

"No... there must be another way." Yu Xiaogang licked his chapped lips, his voice extremely low. "The world is full of wonders. This technique, though wondrous, may still be modifiable... If I could use my theoretical knowledge to refine and perfect it, perhaps I could eliminate that step..."

The more he thought about it, the more convinced he became of his point, and that fanatical confidence returned to his face.

He is Grandmaster, the most outstanding researcher of Martial Soul Theory in the world. Countless people want to seek his guidance but cannot.

He can modify techniques that others cannot, and he may be able to do things that others cannot.

"To practice this skill, one must first castrate oneself... Hahahaha!" Yu Xiaogang suddenly laughed. "This is a test of the cultivator's character, it must be. The person who wrote this technique must be testing the comprehension of future generations. If one cannot even pass this test, how can one talk about glimpsing the Great Dao!"

He stood up, carefully stuffed the Sunflower Manual into his pocket as if it were some rare treasure, and paced back and forth in the room a few times, his eyes gleaming.

"Give me some time, and I'm sure I'll figure it out and find a substitute," Yu Xiaogang muttered to himself, his pace quickening. "By then, I, Yu Xiaogang, will be completely transformed, shedding the label of 'good-for-nothing,' and all those who looked down on me..."

He became more and more agitated as he spoke, and a sickly blush rose to his face.

A moment later, Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath, straightened his clothes, pushed open the door, and walked out.

The moonlight outside was cold and clear, and the courtyard was quiet.

He looked up at the bright moon and suddenly felt that his future had never been as bright as it was tonight.

If he can modify this cultivation technique, he can soar to great heights and make the entire continent remember the name Yu Xiaogang.

Yu Xiaogang held that thin booklet as if he had grasped the key to changing his destiny.

The more he thought about it, the more feasible it seemed, and he was so excited that his whole body was trembling slightly.