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Chapter 396 Sunflower Manual, Dean Chen, Assassination on Niulan Street Begins [Please Subscribe! Please Subscribe!]

"Do you want to avenge Ye Qingmei yourself?"

Meng Fan looked at Chen Pingping, scrutinizing him with great interest.

Suddenly, a glint of light flashed in Chen Pingping's eyes. Then, he looked at his crippled legs, and the light in his eyes vanished, leaving him sullen.

He shook his head and said self-deprecatingly, "I'm just a useless person now, all I can do is resort to scheming and manipulative tactics!"

Meng Fan slowly took out a jade bottle from his sleeve, filled with a greenish-yellow wine, placed it in front of Chen Pingping, and asked with a smile, "Do you still remember this, Suifeng?"

"As I said before, it has the effect of restoring the body and repairing deficiencies. Unfortunately, you rejected it back then. What's in front of you now is diluted, and the effect isn't as good."

"Unlike the full version of the Suifeng internal medicine, this low-end version of the liquid can only be applied externally. It can repair damage in one area and also revitalize your legs."

"but………"

"The amount you have right now is only enough for you to choose one place: your legs? Or your...that area?"

Meng Fan wore a slightly amused expression.

With great excitement, Chen Pingping quickly took the jade bottle and asked in a trembling voice, "I...Is it really possible for me to stand up again?"

Chen Pingping had absolutely no idea about restoring that place.

An opportunity to become a man again was presented to him, but Chen Pingping refused without hesitation. Instead, he chose to restore his legs so that he could avenge Ye Qingmei.

"Have you made your choice? Are you sure you don't want to change it?" Meng Fan's eyes were scrutinizing.

Chen Pingping hardened his heart, his face cold and resolute: "I won't change it. As long as I can stand up again, cultivate again, and have a chance to take revenge myself, the Immortal Ci can take my crippled body after it's done."

"Okay, it's a deal!"

Meng Fan looked at Chen Pingping with admiration, a slight smile playing on his lips, before turning and leaving.

Just as Chen Pingping was about to leave, a figure suddenly appeared from the shadows, holding a book bound in gold thread and a letter, saying, "Dean Chen, please wait a moment!"

"My master has another gift for you!"

Chen Pingping took it, and saw four large characters written on the cover: "Sunflower Manual!"

Chen Pingping's fingers trembled slightly as he stroked the cover of the book, which was embroidered with gold thread. The four large gold-embossed characters of the Sunflower Manual gleamed eerily in the candlelight, as if they were alive and pulsating in his palm.

He took a deep breath, turned to the first page, and those eight words pierced his eyes like knives:
"If you want to practice this skill, you must first leave the palace."

A bitter smile tugged at the corner of his mouth; these conditions were no longer a problem for him. Continuing on, he saw a small inscription on the title page:
"The sunflower thrives in the sun and grows stronger against the yin. This skill was created by Li Kuihua, the chief eunuch of the inner court, during the reign of Emperor Taizu of a certain dynasty. It was designed specifically for people with disabilities. Practicing it can turn disability into wholeness, weakness into strength, and use yin to control yang, thus reaching the pinnacle of martial arts."

Chen Pingping's pupils contracted slightly.

He had never heard of such a chief eunuch in history, nor had he ever heard of this strange technique. But the phrase "using yin to control yang" was like a key, suddenly unlocking a tightly closed door in his heart.

He eagerly turned to the next page, where he saw dense text interspersed with detailed diagrams of the human body's meridians. The manual was divided into three parts—the Setting Sun Chapter, the Reversed Meridians Chapter, and the Heavenly Palace Chapter.

The opening of the "Setting Sun" chapter reads:
"For those who are physically disabled but determined, the most important thing is body technique. Ordinary people exert their strength from their feet; those without a foothold should rely on their breath. Those who study this book must first understand the principle of the flow of Qi through the eight meridians before they can practice the Silent Step, Blood Silk Hand, Evil-Repelling Sword, and other related martial arts."

"Refine your strength as fine as silk, control it with your qi, and you can transform it into three thousand forms. True qi is extremely powerful, extremely yang, extremely firm, and extremely sharp, just like a sunflower reflecting the sun, scattering ten thousand golden rays!"

Chen Pingping's fingers unconsciously traced lines in the air following the text description.

The human figures in the illustrations were twisted in extremely bizarre postures, yet they exuded a kind of incomplete beauty. He noticed that each illustration was marked with breathing rhythms and the routes of internal energy circulation, which were completely different from the orthodox martial arts he knew.

One particular mnemonic is especially eye-catching:
"The feet don't move, but the breath does; the hands don't move, but the mind does. Though the setting sun is waning, it can still shine on people; though a branch is broken, it can still sprout new branches."

He felt a warm current rise from his dantian, flowing along a meridian he had never experienced before. The feeling was both strange and familiar, as if this manual was tailor-made for his disabled body.

Turning to the chapter on reverse pulse, the content becomes even more profound:

"The Qi of ordinary people flows smoothly through the body; the Qi of us should flow against the current. The Ren and Du meridians are the seas of Yin and Yang; now that we have severed their lower part, we should take the upper Dantian as our base and reverse the flow..."

Chen Pingping's breathing became rapid, which completely overturned his understanding of martial arts. The martial arts currently in circulation have always emphasized a solid foundation, emphasizing that the lower body is like a root and the upper body is like a branch, but this theory of reversed meridians actually means to completely reverse the flow of true qi?
A complex meridian diagram shows how to reverse the downward flow of vital energy, forming a new cycle within the damaged body.

Annotation beside the image:

"When the reverse meridian is fully developed, the true qi hangs like a waterfall, and the power is like thunder. Although it has no root, it is better than having a root."

Finally, there is the Heavenly Palace Chapter, which consists of only a few pages, yet every word is precious: "The Heavenly Palace is the pinnacle of human achievement. When one's remaining body is cultivated to the highest level, one can condense qi into needles and use a leaf to injure someone; one's body is like a ghost, appearing and disappearing without a trace. This chapter's mental cultivation method can only be practiced after the first two chapters are completed, otherwise one will surely die from severed meridians."

Chen Pingping's gaze was drawn to a line of small print on the last page: "Those who practice this skill must relinquish worldly ties and sever all desires. Without severing emotions, the skill will be difficult to master; without severing desires, the body will surely be destroyed."

The candlelight flickered in the secret room, casting a long shadow of him.

Chen Pingping closed the manual and pondered with his eyes closed.

He could sense that this "Sunflower Manual" was the opportunity he had been waiting for for many years. Its strange energy circulation routes and unconventional martial arts concepts were perfectly suited to his disabled body.

"This is a cultivation technique specifically created for eunuchs, which can lead directly to the Grandmaster realm!"

He muttered to himself, "Such a secret manual could probably only be produced by a temple!"

The Black Impermanence who had brought Chen Pingping the cultivation technique coughed, interrupting Chen Pingping's thoughts.

"Dean Chen, there's another poem here!"

"His Majesty specifically instructed you to pass this on to a man named Deng Ziyue in your Oversight Bureau!"

"Deng Ziyue?"

Chen Pingping didn't understand why such a nobody would attract the attention of the "Poet Immortal," but he still reached out and took the calligraphy copybook. Upon opening it, he found it to be another excellent poem, and equally excellent calligraphy!

"Linjiangxian - Ode to the Snow Pine"

All trees wither and the cold deepens; a lone pine stands alone against the vast sky.

The more snow covers a person, the more composed they become.

Strong branches hold up jade-like fluff, iron trunks break through the harsh winter.

Do not say that ice and frost can break one's will, for this heart is originally rugged and unyielding.

Wait until the clear daylight transforms it into a silver dragon.

Where the green hills float in the breeze, the old days still linger.

Black Impermanence laughed and said, "My master once said that there is a poem by an ancient person that says: 'Heavy snow presses down on the green pine, yet the green pine stands tall and straight. To know the pine's nobility, wait until the snow melts.' This poem is an adaptation, hoping that true patriots can wait until the ice breaks and the snow melts."

"When the snow melts..."

Chen Pingping was lost in thought, and couldn't help but think of the stone tablet erected by Ye Qingmei, as well as all the darkness he had witnessed. He murmured, "Yes, the snow is about to melt!"

After watching Black Impermanence leave.

Chen Pingping looked at the shadow and asked, "What do you think?" The shadow stared intently at the spot where Black Impermanence had left and said in a deep voice, "This person is even more powerful than before. I can't compare to him!"

Chen Pingping sighed, "I was asking about the Poet Immortal!"

Shadow shook his head: "I don't know, but I need to study your painting of bamboo."

Chen Pingping quickly protected the things in her hands.

Shadow: Staring~

Chen Pingping: "This is for me!"

Shadow: "It's useless to you. You don't practice swordsmanship anyway. To us, it's nothing short of an extremely high-level sword manual, even better than the Four Directions Sword Technique!"

Only after Shadow's persistent and shameless demands did Chen Pingping finally agree to lend him three days' worth of money.

However, Chen Pingping still had doubts: "Is he really only here to help Fan Xian?"

But Chen Pingping quickly put this question out of his mind. Whatever Meng Fan's purpose was, this manual was his only hope at this moment.

He slowly pushed his wheelchair to the center of the secret room. First, he used the Suifeng Wine to treat his legs externally, and then, following the guidance of the "Setting Sun Chapter," he began to try his first cultivation.

He placed his hands flat on his knees, adjusted his breathing, and imagined his inner energy rising from his dantian and traveling upwards along his spine.

At first there was no reaction, but when he completely relaxed and abandoned all knowledge of traditional martial arts, a faint but clear flow of heat really began to flow along an unusual path.

A genuine smile, unseen for many years, appeared on Chen Pingping's lips. That smile was a mixture of hope, madness, and resolve.

“Little Leaf,” he said softly, “wait for me.”

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Zuixianju.

Meng Fan asked Si Lili, "How many of Northern Qi's secret agents can you still mobilize?"

Si Lili said uncertainly, "It should still be under control!"

After all, the people from Northern Qi who had infiltrated the Qing Kingdom were also quite confused!

In the blink of an eye, our boss has latched onto a Grandmaster and hasn't contacted us since. The second-in-command of the Northern Qi infiltrators is so worried that he doesn't know what to do.

Left with no other choice, the message was sent back to Northern Qi for a decision.

By the way, Si Lili's younger brother was already rescued by the Black and White Impermanence, so even if the Northern Qi wanted to blackmail Si Lili, they couldn't do anything about it.

However, he didn't dare to offend Si Lili for the time being, and even thought about whether he could win over Meng Fan through Si Lili. So, on the surface, Si Lili's title as the leader of the Northern Qi secret agents still existed, since Si Lili nominally belonged to the Northern Qi.

Upon hearing Si Lili's uncertain tone, Meng Fan did not blame her. Instead, he said, "Xiao Hei and Xiao Bai have been following your instructions lately. With two people who are close to the strength of Grandmasters, subduing the group of spies from Northern Qi is just a matter of turning their hands."

"Next, carry out the plan that I discussed with Chen Pingping. Don't let me down."

Si Lili: "Yes!"

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After the events in Kyoto Prefecture, Teng Zijing completely won over Fan Xian, and in recent days, Fan Xian has finally started to get busy with his "real business"!

He tried every means to see his chicken leg girl, Lin Wan'er.

Thanks to Fan Xian's efforts, things progressed relatively smoothly, and he revealed his true identity to Lin Wan'er as soon as they met, so there were no more twists and turns.

But just when Fan Xian was enjoying both love and loyalty.

Through information obtained from Princess Li Yunrui, Lin Gong approached the deputy leader of the Northern Qi spies. Under pressure, he sought to use the Northern Qi's help to assassinate Fan Xian.

Just after Lin Gong left, and as the deputy leader was looking worried, Si Lili approached him again.

At the same time, Chen Pingping also sent out his shadows to stand by.

As for the pretext of inviting Fan Xian to Zuixianju...

Poetry gathering!

Not only were Fan Xian and literary figures invited, but also the Second Prince Li Chengze!
This is a deadly trap meticulously planned by Li Yunrui, Bei Qi, Chen Pingping, and Meng Fan!
Li Yunrui and Bei Qi genuinely wanted to kill Fan Xian, while Chen Pingping and Meng Fan wanted to force him to grow rapidly.

Unlike in the original novel, today's Niulan Street is not only accessible to Fan Xian alone.

"Fan Xian!!!"

Fan Xian was chatting with Teng Zijing in the carriage when he suddenly heard an angry shout. The sedan chair behind them caught up, and Guo Baokun pulled open the curtain and "sprayed poison" at Fan Xian.

"Hey, Young Master Guo, you're all better now?"

Fan Xian asked with a joking smile.

Guo Baokun looked at Fan Xian with resentment. His face was ashen, and he pointed at Fan Xian, cursing, "You country bumpkin, do you even deserve to attend the poetry gathering of the Immortal of Poetry at Zuixianju? You're just using the name of the Fan family to swindle people!"

Fan Xian smiled dismissively, but said bluntly, "Young Master Guo, at least I, a country bumpkin, won't be beaten so badly that I'm bedridden for half a month."

"you!"

Guo Baokun trembled with rage: "At today's poetry gathering, I will make you reveal your true colors! How could someone as vulgar as you possibly understand poetry and prose?"

Teng Zijing, unable to bear watching any longer, couldn't help but interject: "My young master's poem 'Ascending to a High Place' was even praised by the immortal poet himself. Unlike some people who claim to be well-read but can't even produce a masterpiece, it's laughable!"

Even though his wife and children were not killed by Guo Baokun, the feud between Teng Zijing and Guo Baokun could not be easily resolved.

"Hmph, who knows if it's plagiarism!" Guo Baokun scoffed. "A wild boy who grew up in Danzhou..."

Before the words were finished, a sharp whooshing sound suddenly came from the air.

As the thick, arm-sized arrow drew ever closer, Guo Baokun and the sedan chair carriers were so frightened that they froze on the spot.

"careful!"

Fan Xian's expression changed drastically. He instinctively pushed Teng Zijing away, then jumped off the carriage and lunged at Guo Baokun's sedan chair.

Almost simultaneously, several powerful crossbows from the army pierced through the carriage curtain and plunged deep into the spot where they had just been standing.

"Whoosh whoosh—"

A dense rain of arrows poured down from the rooftops on both sides. Fan Xian, carrying Guo Baokun, tumbled to the ground, his back slamming heavily against the stone steps by the street.

He then grabbed the incoming crossbow bolt, which was only an inch away from Guo Baokun's forehead.

Guo Baokun stared at the arrows so close to his eyes, still in shock, his face ashen, and urine dripping from his lower body, leaving a stain.

(End of this chapter)