"A hundred years? A thousand?"
Wu Yuting laughed. "Go brush your teeth! Your breath reeks!"
Zuo Xiaoduo examined the Flame Sun True Scripture as he brushed his teeth.
The Flame Sun True Scripture itself contained only a few thousand words, but Uncle Nan had also poured in many predecessors' insights along with it. This cultivation art was extraordinarily profound, divided into many levels and stages, and each stage came with many people's personal insights. All of those had been poured in as well.
As a result, what Zuo Xiaoduo heard was no different from hundreds or thousands of people having a shouting match inside his ears.
The racket left him top-heavy and unsteady, his head dizzy and swollen.
Part one of the Flame Sun True Scripture: Great Sun Flame Sun.
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First: What the fuck kind of lousy cultivation art is this? My dick's gotten bigger than my head from practicing it, yet I still haven't felt that "enter the great sun and shine upon the four directions" sensation it describes, let alone the supposed entry-level feeling of "a red sun in the dantian, blood like magma." Fuck, every day I feel a certain urge rising, and I'm so hard I could burst. I've been soaking in brothels for three months now, damn it. Now every one of the girls wants to entertain me for free... Is this some secret art specifically for training the bits below the belt?
Second: I think I've been scammed. I've been practicing this fucking thing for a year, and now I'm working at a club. I've become the star attraction-the most popular one, at that. Oh my, the customers here really are loaded...
Third: It wasn't easy, but I finally got started. Just yesterday, my Sun's Fire melted the iron