"At this point, I can't worry about all that. I'll cultivate this technique and get out of this predicament first!"
Tang San's eyes flickered, and he made up his mind.
However.
The moment he opened the first page, he was stunned.
"To master this divine art, you must first castrate yourself..."
Ah! This!
What?
Did I read that wrong?
He rubbed his eyes hard, his face filled with disbelief.
Thud!
He snapped the book shut, closed his eyes, and murmured, "It must be an illusion. I've been chased for too long and exhausted too much of my strength. My eyes must be playing tricks on me."
Hiss, haa...
After taking another heavy breath, Tang San finally calmed himself and opened the book again.
He froze at once.
"There's no mistake. To master this technique, I really have to castrate myself!"
"This is utterly absurd!"
He was dumbfounded. He had never imagined this would be the outcome.
Fighting back the urge to tear the book apart, Tang San continued reading.
A little while later.
The book had disappeared, and he had committed the contents of the Sunflower Manual to memory.
"The profound intricacies of this technique truly surpass the Tang Sect's martial arts."
Only then did Tang San recognize the Sunflower Manual's value.
But when he tried cultivating according to the method recorded within, he felt burning heat and agitation.
"No! At this rate, I'll suffer cultivation deviation."
"This is sinister, truly sinister. Could castration really be the only way to cultivate it?"
Tang San's face alternated between green and white. Finally, it turned as black as the bottom of a pot, his eyes full of conflict.
On one side was a powerful technique, and on the other was his manhood... It really was far too difficult a choice.
Even the