Bestowing the Sunflower Manual, a Completely Different Training Method, and a Curious Ning Rongrong!

"Dean Yao, I was blind before. That was why I believed that great fraud Yu Xiaogang's lies and took him as my master!"

"Thanks to you, I finally saw that he wasn't any sort of Grandmaster at all, but a fraud through and through!"

Kneeling on the ground, Tang San knocked his forehead down hard.

"All these years at Nuoding Academy, he fooled me with his theories every day, and I even treated him like some great expert."

"Thinking back now, it was truly laughable!"

Hearing Tang San's words, Yao Xuan held his teacup without speaking.

Inside the room, only the oil lamp crackled twice.

Seeing that Yao Xuan remained silent, Tang San kowtowed again.

"Dean, every word I say is sincere!"

"I saw through Yu Xiaogang long ago. He's narrow-minded and driven solely by profit. He only took me as his disciple to use my talent to turn his fortunes around!"

"He can't even break through to Soul Elder, and he can't even defeat a Mandala Snake. What qualifies him to teach anyone?"

"It was only because I was young and ignorant back then that he managed to deceive me for three years!"

"But you, Dean-"

Tang San raised his head, his eyes full of earnestness.

"I could tell at a glance that you were the true expert."

"I've admired you for a long time. I simply never had the opportunity before."

"I only want to follow you. Please give me a chance!"

With that, he knocked his head down hard once more.

Watching Tang San kowtow with resounding thuds, Yao Xuan held his teacup and sneered inwardly.

This disciple Yu Xiaogang had picked up on the cheap turned against him faster than Yao Xuan could turn a page.

As expected of God King Tang, Douluo's greatest hypocrite.

When Yao Xuan had read the novel in his previous life, he had already known what this "protagonist" did best.

Now that he had witnessed it himself, Tang San truly lived up to his reputation.

As for Tang San's claim that Yu Xiaogang had caused him to absorb a Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo Soul Ring...

Yao Xuan nearly laughed aloud.

He had clearly replaced that Soul Ring himself, yet Tang San could still pin the blame on someone else.

How laughable.

Still.

There was no reason not to play with a toy that delivered itself to his door.

"Tang San."

"It won't be so easy to become my disciple!"

"I do have a cultivation method here. If you can successfully cultivate it, I can consider accepting you as my disciple."

Yao Xuan set down his teacup, a slight smile appearing on his face.

"I'm willing!"

Hearing Yao Xuan's words, Tang San's eyes instantly lit up.

"Good. Go on, then."

Yao Xuan raised his hand and lightly flicked his fingertips.

A thin booklet appeared out of nowhere in midair and slowly descended before Tang San.

Four neatly written characters adorned its cover.

Sunflower Manual.

Tang San lifted the booklet with both hands, his heart pounding.

A cultivation method kept by someone like this certainly had to be extraordinary.

At that thought.

Tang San respectfully gave Yao Xuan several more resounding kowtows.

Only then did he hurry back to his dormitory.

He shut the dormitory door.

Tang San took a deep breath and opened the first page.

Then his entire body froze.

There was only a single line on the first page-"To practice this art, you must first castrate yourself."

Tang San tried to turn to the second page, only to discover that it seemed to have been glued down.

He could not turn it at all.

"Could... could he be deliberately toying with me!? Yao Xuan, after I kowtowed to you, you actually treated me like this. You've already given yourself a reason to die!"

At this sight, Tang San ground his teeth.

Yao Xuan had absolutely done this on purpose!

He had only just seen Yu Xiaogang about to become a eunuch during the day, and that very night, Yao Xuan had shoved a book like this into his hands?

At that thought, the more Tang San considered it, the more wrong it seemed.

Yao Xuan had absolutely never intended to accept him at all. He had only wanted to amuse himself at Tang San's expense!

At that thought, Tang San initially wanted to throw away the Sunflower Manual.

But after thinking it over.

He still put it into the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges.

What if it was real?

"Heh, I gave you a chance, but you couldn't make use of it, Little Scumbag!"

"Still, there's no rush. Sooner or later, you'll willingly practice it!"

Watching this, Yao Xuan laughed inwardly.

In the blink of an eye, the next morning arrived.

With dark circles under both eyes, Tang San was summoned to the training field by Yu Xiaogang to hold a horse stance as usual.

At that moment, he was also feeling somewhat nervous.

Would Yao Xuan publicly reveal that he had tried to become his disciple last night?

If he told everyone, what would Yu Xiaogang think of him?

What would Flender and Zhao Wuji think of him?

His reputation for being "pure as ice and spotless as jade" would be completely ruined.

As he held his stance, he nervously watched for any activity in the distance.

Before long, Yao Xuan came out with Gu Yuena and the other girls.

At that moment.

Tang San's heart leaped into his throat.

He had even worked out his explanation in his mind.

But Yao Xuan merely walked past him without so much as a glance.

It was as though last night's incident had never happened at all.

Tang San stood stunned for a long while before the stone weighing on his heart finally dropped.

What made him feel even worse was every day that followed.

The training on Yao Xuan's side and that on his side were simply two different worlds.

At the first light of dawn, Yu Xiaogang drove their group onto the training field.

Horse stances, running laps, lifting rocks.

Meanwhile, the courtyard at the other end of the training field presented an entirely different scene.

Xiao Wu, Wang Qiu'er, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ning Rongrong sat beneath the shade of a tree.

Beside each of them sat a plate of Spirit Fruit that Yao Xuan had casually brought out.

They ate while regulating their breathing with their eyes closed, utterly relaxed.

At that moment, Tang San stared until his eyes went fixed.

On his side, he ran his legs off without seeing any increase in Soul Power.

The girls, by contrast, were so comfortable and at ease.

Comparing oneself to others really could infuriate a person to death.

"Hmph, if you slack off like this, you'll definitely lose when the time comes!"

Tang San gritted his teeth, the little flame in his heart flaring up again.

But all he could do was embrace Ah Q's spirit and deceive himself.

Meanwhile, as he taught Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing.

Yao Xuan also casually devised a cultivation method for Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong.

He passed it on to the two girls.

After receiving Yao Xuan's cultivation method, Ning Rongrong was completely stunned.

She came from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and had seen her fair share of cultivation methods.

Yet she had never even heard of this entirely new method.

Following its instructions, she tried circulating her energy through one full cycle.

The next moment.

A cool current flowed along her meridians, surging straight into her dantian.

Ning Rongrong felt as though someone had opened a floodgate for the Soul Power within her.

In just half an incense stick's time, it rose noticeably.

"This... this cultivation method can increase my cultivation speed by at least fifty percent!"

Ning Rongrong raised her head and looked at the black-haired youth in disbelief.

"Yes, it's as though it was made for me! Dean Yao Xuan is incredible!"

Beside her, Zhu Zhuqing also opened her eyes and exclaimed.

"Just who on earth is Yao Xuan? I'm so curious!"

Ning Rongrong did not respond.

As she looked at the youth standing with his hands behind his back, doubts stirred in her mind for the first time.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's intelligence network covered almost the entire Douluo Continent.

Yet she had never heard of such a person.

Who was he?

And where had he come from?

Why would someone like him stay at an academy that was nearly abandoned, serving as its dean?

The more Ning Rongrong thought about it, the more curious she became.