To practice divine arts, one must first castrate oneself!

Those eight blood-red characters made Chu Xiaolian feel a chill between his legs.

Yan Lao teased, “Didn’t you just say that for the sake of becoming stronger, you were willing to give up anything?”

<...Teacher, is there really no other choice?>

Yan Lao spread his hands, “Among all the techniques I’ve collected, this one cultivates the fastest.”

‘For the sake of becoming stronger, crippling oneself?’

Struggle appeared in Chu Xiaolian’s eyes.

After a long while, he sighed, <Fine! For Senior Brother’s grand cause and for all the people under heaven, what’s a mere inch or two—child’s play! At worst, after mastering this sword scripture, I’ll find some top-grade spirit medicines to regenerate severed limbs. And if that still doesn’t work, once I shatter my core and form a Nascent Soul, I can just change bodies!>

Yan Lao laughed helplessly, “That’s a bit clever, but if it were that easy, do you think the creator of the sword scripture would have specially warned about it? When cultivating this Sunflower Sword Scripture, you’ll suffer endless harassment from desires. One misstep and you’ll fall into demonic backlash. And if you condense a Golden Core or Nascent Soul with this technique, that trait will be tainted into your mana as well. Unless you want to instantly go mad and die, don’t even think about secretly reattaching your ‘brother’ after mastering the scripture.”

Chu Xiaolian cried.

He had thought he found a loophole in the technique.

Staring silently at the sword art before him, Chu Xiaolian fell into a long struggle.

After a long while, determination surfaced in his eyes, <You can’t catch a wolf without sacrificing a child, and you can’t become strong without sacrificing your brother! As long as I can become a top-tier powerhouse as fast as possible and let billions upon billions of common folk eat their fill. Then what if I give up this root of right and wrong? At worst, I’ll reincarnate and cultivate again in the future! Trading my life for the salvation of all beings—worth it!>

Seeing Chu Xiaolian’s righteous and resolute expression, Yan Lao was stunned.

‘Holy shit! That ruthless? What kind of little monster did I take in?’

He said helplessly, “Although that girl Mu Yuehua caused you many a grievance, this kind of decision still needs caution.”

Chu Xiaolian said firmly, <Teacher, no need to persuade me. I’ve made up my mind!>

Clang!

Behind Chu Xiaolian, the three-foot-long sword left its sheath.

Cold, chilling light reflected off the boy’s face, the blade seeming to cut the air itself.

Chu Xiaolian gripped the sword tightly, slowly closed his eyes, and revealed a look of absolute resolve.

<I’ll cut!>

Yan Lao’s mouth twitched, “Put the sword down!”

Chu Xiaolian shook his head, <Teacher, no need to persuade me. I’ve already decided.>

Yan Lao sighed, “There’s no need to castrate yourself, and you can still succeed.”

‘What?’

Chu Xiaolian’s body trembled as he looked at Yan Lao, <Teacher, are you messing with me here?>

Yan Lao said righteously, “Who told you to slander your teacher by the field earlier, saying I wasn’t a good person!”

‘Just that? Just because of that?’

Chu Xiaolian’s eyes welled up, <Teacher, please be reasonable, that’s what you yourself said!>

“Is that so?”

Yan Lao wrinkled his nose, “Fine, that’s not important. Actually, I mainly wanted to see whether you had the courage to sacrifice your ‘chicken’ for the greater good of all beings! Facts prove you didn’t disappoint me. Very good!”

Chu Xiaolian’s mouth twitched violently.

‘This old undead really holds grudges! Is he really the Hao Ran Sword Saint? Not some demonic old freak?’

<Really, truly no need to castrate?>

Yan Lao nodded, “The Sunflower Sword Scripture was originally a demonic sect sword art, later seized by my Taicang Holy Land. Thirty thousand years ago, a peerless and brilliant Holy Lord comprehended the full profundities of the scripture and combined it with his own learning to create an entirely new supreme art.”

As he spoke, Yan Lao lightly flicked his sleeve, “This inheritance is the real strongest one!”

With Yan Lao’s flick of the sleeve, all the red sword formulas and sword moves shattered completely.

Then, red divine radiance reassembled, forming an entirely new set of sword moves and formulas: the Supreme Forgetting Emotions Sword!

Looking at the cultivation art floating in midair—far more profound than before—Chu Xiaolian’s eyes burned brightly and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

‘The old bastard finally took out the real goods! I knew you couldn’t just watch your own disciple castrate himself! Supreme Forgetting Emotions Sword! Just the name alone sounds more badass than the Sunflower Sword Scripture!’

Chu Xiaolian asked curiously, <Teacher, what’s special about this sword art?>

Yan Lao said, “This sword art is one of the strongest inheritances of the Taicang Holy Land, famed for absolute speed! Fast cultivation, fast killing, fast breakthroughs, fast recovery—everything is fast! When cultivated to high levels, you can also comprehend Hao Ran Sword Intent, dealing several times the damage to demons and evil spirits, truly a bane of the wicked path! I’ve roamed the Five Regions for hundreds of years, slaying demons and exterminating evils without number, relying precisely on this pure Hao Ran Qi!”

‘Extreme speed? And it can condense Hao Ran Qi that restrains evil?’

Chu Xiaolian asked curiously, <With so many advantages, cultivation must be very difficult, right?>

Yan Lao nodded, “To cultivate this sword art, you need extremely strong sword Dao talent and must also let go of worldly love.”

<Let go of worldly love?> Chu Xiaolian froze, <That means I can’t touch women?>

‘In that case, what’s the difference from cultivating the Sunflower Sword Scripture? One a real eunuch, the other a fake eunuch?’

Yan Lao said calmly, “A true sword cultivator should have no attachments. Women will only affect the speed at which you draw your sword. Thirty thousand years ago, that Holy Lord was once bewitched by a demoness in his youth, leading to massive casualties in the Holy Land. Later, he reflected deeply and created this Supreme Forgetting Emotions Sword, charging alone into the Southern Frontier and slaying the demoness beneath Tianpeng Ridge. That day in the Southern Frontier, Hao Ran Sword Qi transformed into a ten-thousand-zhang-long river and the Supreme Forgetting Emotions Sword Art shook the Five Regions! This is a supreme inheritance whose power rivals an Emperor Scripture!”

‘…An inheritance comparable to an Emperor Scripture?’

Chu Xiaolian’s heart couldn’t help but burn with excitement.

He looked at Yan Lao and asked, <Teacher, if I cultivate this sword art and then touch women, what happens?>

Yan Lao said, “Nothing much. At most, your cultivation progress will stagnate. And the sword art’s power will also decline.”

Chu Xiaolian felt secretly pleased, <What if I encounter a stronger sword art and switch cultivation?>

Yan Lao said, “That’s fine too. This sword scripture is different from demonic sect techniques. Switching cultivation is very free.”

Chu Xiaolian said excitedly, <Then good, Teacher, I want to learn this!>

A playful look appeared in Yan Lao’s eyes.

He nodded, “Since that’s the case, first find a way to go down the mountain and seek out a brothel—the higher the quality, the better!”

‘What?’

Chu Xiaolian was dumbfounded, <Training this sword art requires going to a brothel?>

Yan Lao remained calm, “The first realm of the Supreme Forgetting Emotions Sword: no woman in your heart, draw the sword and it is naturally divine! You need to find a brothel and start challenging girls of relatively ordinary quality. No matter how they seduce and tease you, you must not have the slightest fluctuation, nor lose control and ruin your cultivation. When countless peerless beauties strip and pose before you, and you can still remain calm, unmoved like an ancient well. Then the first layer of the Supreme Forgetting Emotions Sword can be considered mastered!”

“???”

‘Teacher, why don’t we just cut it off at this point?’