My Soul Skills Made Tang San Cry

Yu Xiaogang: "Are you certain that practicing this 'Sunflower Manual' will break through level 29, or even allow cultivation up to the Title Douluo?"

Zhuge Lan smiled confidently.

"A mere Title Douluo? Absolutely!"

The system-certified manual was beyond doubt.

—If the Sunflower Manual wasn't so bugged, how could it stir up the entire Douluo Continent?

Imagine this: Title Douluos everywhere, but none intact; emotional points floating everywhere—what a sight!

Given Zhuge Lan's reassurance, Yu Xiaogang bit down, tearing off his sleeve and stuffing it into his mouth. He closed his eyes, lifted his blade, and swung down!

Thud—

Blood spurted everywhere.

But…

It was too small, and he missed the target.

[Emotional Points +110,000]

What the heck?!

Gritting his teeth in agony, Yu Xiaogang widened his eyes and swung again.

Schluk—

A tiny piece fell to the ground. Yu Xiaogang transformed into Wang Gang.

Blood shot out like a fountain, covering the ground beneath him.

Curled up in excruciating pain, he dared not move to avoid aggravating the wound.

[Emotional Points +220,000]

After catching his breath, Yu Xiaogang immediately began running the Sunflower Manual's introductory passages, sending his soul power through his meridians and focusing on the acupoints in his lower body.

As his soul power flowed, it not only stopped the bleeding quickly but also relieved the wound, with a surge of energy clearing out any remaining tissue. The years-long bottleneck in his cultivation finally loosened!

[Emotional Points +99,999]

It actually works?! Encouraged, Yu Xiaogang intensified his practice.

After a few cycles, a weak burst of soul power erupted.

He had broken through!

Trembling, Yu Xiaogang could hardly believe it. Had he really broken through the bottleneck that had held him back for so long?

[Emotional Points +290,000]

Look! Just one attempt, and he'd earned over a million points—already a fifth of his target. Now, every practice session would trigger more emotional points for him. At this rate, he'd reach 500,000 easily, and anything beyond was pure profit! Zhuge Lan silently applauded his own cleverness.

Several minutes later, as Yu Xiaogang's excitement subsided, Zhuge Lan said, "Wait for my orders. Lay low beside Bibi Dong."

"Yes!" Yu Xiaogang replied eagerly. "I will assist Haotian Your Excellency in overthrowing the evil Spirit Hall!"

Typical of a man who follows where the benefits are. Waving him away in distaste, Zhuge Lan turned and walked away. Bowing, Yu Xiaogang waited until he was out of sight, then carefully wrapped up the fallen pieces, stuffed them into his chest, and sprinted towards Suotuo City.

With his breakthrough to the Soul Elder level, he ran to Suotuo City without stopping, bought a pile of items, and soaked his keepsake.

Then he strutted into the Spirit Hall branch there, causing an uproar.

A squad of soul masters eventually escorted him out of Suotuo City, heading towards Spirit City. Meanwhile, in the room Yu Xiaogang had stayed in, Zhuge Lan quietly left a copy of the Sunflower Manual—a mere 1-point expenditure from the system's allowance of 100,000 copies.

Whether anyone would find it and cultivate it was irrelevant. The seeds were planted.

Wherever else the Sunflower Manual might appear, all fingers would point back to Yu Xiaogang as the one who leaked the manual.

'This burden is now yours to bear!'

Spinning away with Spiral Nine Shadows, Zhuge Lan hurried back to Shrek Academy, satisfied. His system feed still buzzed with emotional points from Yu Xiaogang's attempts, adding up in hundreds and thousands—small but constant.

After observing a while, Zhuge Lan muttered, 'Alright, system, anything under 10,000 emotional points, stop showing it.'

[Filter applied!]

(Cue the author's note about redundant emotional points count not adding to the word count for readers.)

As he approached his dormitory…

Whoa! It was bustling with people.

Back to earlier in the day—

When Dustheart and Ning Fengzhi had left Shrek, they had no idea they'd missed such drama. Shortly after leaving, Ning Fengzhi couldn't resist and opened the note Zhuge Lan had given him.

Two large characters were written: "Whale Glue."

This...

Ning Fengzhi and Dustheart exchanged glances. At their age, they were no strangers to this item. As a support soul master, Ning Fengzhi had used it plenty.

But...was it that simple?

Before meeting Zhuge Lan, they might have doubted, but after meeting a person who even carried divine powers, there was no room for skepticism. Clearly, it was true.

Ning Fengzhi understood. No wonder Zhuge Lan didn't mind if they shared the formula. The single-ingredient formula could easily spread continent-wide, causing prices to skyrocket. Zhuge Lan would only lose in that scenario.

"Create a new formula," Ning Fengzhi decided. "Remove its side effects, keeping only the strengthening effect."

Dustheart nodded. In this way, even if others got hold of the potion, it would be challenging to reverse-engineer it.

After all, who would guess that the entire formula consisted of just one ingredient?

"Fengzhi," Dustheart asked, "which family do you think supports our young friend?"

Ning Fengzhi shook his head. "I know some hidden clans; while strong, they're just on par with the lower Four Sects at best. At most, they have Title Douluo like Dugu Bo among them."

"But with gods backing them?"

"Unheard of."

Dustheart felt a surge of admiration for this family, so powerful yet so low-profile. Everything worldly was like fleeting clouds. This was the true pinnacle of cultivation.

And as he pondered this, Dustheart felt his own mentality shift—a breakthrough in his spiritual state. His aura grew stronger.

"Oh?" Dustheart muttered, surprised. "I didn't expect to find an opportunity for a breakthrough here."

Without sensing Dustheart's change, Ning Fengzhi burst into a congratulatory smile. "Marvelous! Looks like we'll need to prepare an even better soul bone gift for our young friend!"

Meanwhile, outside Zhuge Lan's dormitory, all eight Shrek students waited for him. Zhu Zhuqing, his girlfriend, was waiting, of course, along with Ning Rongrong, who stayed by Zhu Zhuqing's side.

Tang San and Xiao Wu waited for Zhuge Lan to treat them, which made sense too.

But...

"Mu Bai, Xiao Ao, Ma Hongjun, what are you all waiting for?" Zhuge Lan asked curiously.

Dai Mubai looked to Oscar and Ma Hongjun, motioning for them to go first.

Scratching his head, Ma Hongjun glanced at Tang San—an unspoken agreement to watch the show.

"Brother Lan," Oscar grinned, "the Dean asked me to tell you to stop by when you have time."

"Oh," Zhuge Lan nodded. "It's late; I'll go tomorrow."

Oscar gave an OK sign, then returned to his dorm.

Although he wanted to see the show, he preferred to keep a low profile.

"Ahem!" Dai Mubai began.

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