To know, that was a technique countless people desired to possess. If it appeared among the top five Martial Arts Families, there would undoubtedly be a violent scramble for it, likely causing a bloody storm.
Thinking about such a treasure soon being in his hands excited Jiang Haoyuan beyond measure.
At that moment, Mu Yun stripped off Ye Feng’s clothes and began searching. Sure enough, within a short time, they discovered an incredibly ancient book and a notebook in Ye Feng’s clothing.
"Let me see!" Jiang Haoyuan impatiently snatched both the book and the notebook.
The notebook bore the title "Eight Desolates Heartless Skill."
The other notebook contained Ye Feng’s cultivation notes, filled with his insights.
"We’ve got it, hurry and make copies before Ye Feng wakes up!" Jiang Haoyuan said urgently.
"Yes!" Mu Yun then hurriedly made copies. In no time, the copies were done, and Jiang Haoyuan, Mu Yun, and Lv Wei each held a copy of the secret tome, their hands trembling.
Trembling, Jiang Haoyuan said, "Quick, return Ye Feng’s things before he notices!"
Mu Yun then returned Ye Feng’s secrets and curiously asked, "Boss, such a rare opportunity, aren’t we going to kill Ye Feng?"
Jiang Haoyuan coldly smiled and disdainfully said, "Why kill him? Everyone knows Ye Feng was left alone with us. If we wanted him dead, it would be too easy. Just spread the word that he possesses an Earth-level technique, and many will want him dead. Why get our own hands dirty? Let’s go, back we go!"
Having said that, they left the office and headed to their upscale student dormitory.
Upon returning to the dormitory, Jiang Haoyuan couldn’t wait to retreat to his room, where he sat cross-legged on his bed and opened the copied version of Ye Feng’s technique, staring at the large characters "Eight Desolates Heartless Skill."
Looking at the tome, their faces erupted in uncontrollable smiles as they carefully flipped to the first page.
But as soon as they opened the first page, the smiles vanished.
The text on the first page read: "To practice this skill, one must first be castrated..."
"What!" In an instant, all three were thrown into shock, unable to believe that such a high-level technique required castration to practice.
Their smiles froze, especially Jiang Haoyuan, who found it utterly unacceptable. He had been with Hu Yunyun for a year already, and each time he desired intimacy, Hu Yunyun had refused him.
Anguished by the thought of such a stunning woman he had yet to enjoy, the idea of having to castrate himself was unbearable, and he began trembling uncontrollably.
"What do I do? What do I do?" Jiang Haoyuan’s inner turmoil intensified. Not willing to part with his manhood, he soon broke out in profuse sweat, beads rolling down his forehead as a look of pain crossed his eyes.
Tortured and suffering inside, feeling complex, he began to doubt the authenticity of the technique.
Jiang Haoyuan then opened Ye Feng’s cultivation notes, reading an entry:
"July 2013, I acquired the Eight Desolates Heartless Skill and made a difficult decision to begin training. Yet, the technique brought me great surprises."
"The first practice of the Eight Desolates Heartless Skill can lead one to enlightenment one hundred percent of the time. Once enlightened, cultivation leaps from the beginning of External Force to the peak of External Force!"
"What!" Instantly, Jiang Haoyuan became more excited. His hands trembled, enlightenment guaranteed a surge in power. And here he was, a Half-step Master. If a Half-step Master received enlightenment, his power would explode, possibly making him a Grandmaster.
Thinking this, Jiang Haoyuan’s hands shook even more, his eyes revealing his conflict.
To think, if his cultivation soared, he’d be a Grandmaster at merely thirty-two years old.
A Grandmaster at thirty-two—what a terrifying achievement. Jiang Haoyuan felt he could be called the most talented, youngest Grandmaster in Longdu for hundreds, maybe even thousands of years, aside from hidden Martial Arts Families.
Such was an unparalleled honor. As he thought this, he couldn’t help but glance down at his groin.
He was tormented to the extreme, torn between losing his manhood and gaining supreme honor.
"What to do, do I train or not?" Jiang Haoyuan felt utterly hopeless and miserable.
"Let’s see the full technique first!" Thinking this, Jiang Haoyuan decided to hold off, waiting to see the complete marvels of the technique before making a decision.
Then, Jiang Haoyuan turned to the second page, which read: "Alternately, one could succeed without castration!"
At that, Jiang Haoyuan’s body jolted, almost spitting blood.
He had almost impulsively bid farewell to his manhood. Thankfully he had held back, and the tome continued: "Eight Desolates Heartless, forgetting love, discarding desires. To succeed, sever emotions, abandon desires, deeply wound the one you love emotionally to induce feelings necessary for training. The deeper the hurt, the better the effect!"
"This!" At that moment, Jiang Haoyuan stalled again—meaning, to cultivate, he would have to severely hurt the person he loved, becoming a cold-hearted individual.
If he ever spoke to Hu Yunyun again, he wouldn’t be able to pursue romance. But in his heart, he couldn’t bear to let go of Hu Yunyun, the woman he had long possessed yet never fully owned.
"Could there be more?" Jiang Haoyuan wondered, continuing to read further into the tome, but only to his disappointment. The remaining content was profound, mysterious combat skills, which even a Grandmaster couldn’t decipher.
Now, Jiang Haoyuan understood why one must forget love and forsake attachment.