39: Chapter 39 Encouragement

On the secluded Purple Bamboo Peak, a wind carrying a slight chill swept through the forest, causing the bamboo shadows to sway.

Seeing Ye Wushuang begin to despair, the Dragon Soul immediately sent a comforting mental message, its voice tinged with a trace of barely perceptible urgency:

"Disciple, do not be disheartened."

Hearing the Dragon Soul's comfort, Ye Wushuang still showed no reaction.

He stood there dumbly, his eyes hollow and unfocused, as if he had lost all vitality, his entire being shrouded in a lifeless despair.

His originally somewhat handsome face now only held a look of ashen defeat. He kept mumbling, his voice broken and numb:

"A eunuch... I am... a eunuch... Heh heh..."

He even twitched the corner of his mouth, revealing an extremely morbid smile.

But this smile held not a shred of warmth; instead, it was twisted and bizarre, exuding a chilling eeriness!

Deep within the storage ring, the Dragon Soul sighed silently.

It knew full well that Ye Wushuang possessed an extreme arrogance and self-confidence at his core.

Such people are fine when everything goes smoothly.

But once they encounter setbacks, they are extremely prone to falling into the abyss of self-abandonment.

Yet it had no other choice.

The Dragon Soul still counted on Ye Wushuang ascending to the Immortal Realm one day to help it reform its physical body.

For this, it had even been willing to expend its origin soul power to condense a top-grade spiritual root for Ye Wushuang and help him fuse with the Supreme Sword Body.

Now, it was like riding a tiger and finding it hard to dismount. It could only grit its teeth and use Ye Wushuang's greatest weakness to motivate him.

That weakness was his extreme lust!

"Disciple, do not worry!"

The Dragon Soul's voice was deliberately made steady and forceful. "It's just that you've been castrated."

It paused, then dangled the bait. "As long as you break through to the Spirit Transformation Realm, you will be able to manipulate the laws of heaven and earth, drawing upon vast spiritual energy to reshape your physical body!"

"At that time, not only will you be restored to your original state, you might even become... more magnificent and robust!"

"Think of that prospect,"

the Dragon Soul's voice took on a hint of temptation, "you will break through to Spirit Transformation, becoming a titan of the cultivation world."

"Surrounded by beautiful women, indulging in wine and pleasure, gathering a vast harem of beauties..."

"What a carefree and joyous scene that would be!"

The "beautiful scene" outlined by the Dragon Soul was like a stone thrown into stagnant water.

The thick, impenetrable despair in Ye Wushuang's eyes finally began to loosen and crumble bit by bit, a faint trace of clarity gradually emerging.

It was effective!

The Dragon Soul's spirits lifted, and it immediately struck while the iron was hot:

"Disciple, feeling discouraged for a while is nothing serious."

"You are the child of destiny favored by this world!"

"Once you achieve success in your cultivation and reach the pinnacle, who will remember your current wretched state?"

"The world will only remember your heroic and peerless bearing!"

"Because," the Dragon Soul's voice was resolute, "only the ultimate victor can write the ending!"

"No one cares about the process!"

"Devote yourself to cultivation!"

"Once you are strong enough, all those aloof and peerlessly beautiful Fairies like Liu Mei, all those with skin like ice and jade, ethereal as orchids under the moonlight like Ye Xishui, will all kneel on the ground, begging for your favor and affection!"

"Strength! Only strength is the unshakable truth of this cultivation world!"

Hearing that he could make the aloof, transcendentally beautiful Liu Mei kneel and beg for mercy, Ye Wushuang felt as if he had been injected with a stimulant!

The despondent despair on his face was instantly swept away, replaced by a nearly inflated, unparalleled fanatical confidence!

"That's right!"

Ye Wushuang suddenly straightened his back, a blazing fire igniting in his eyes. "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, do not bully the youth for his poverty!"

"A golden carp is no ordinary creature of the pond; my fate is in my hands, not in heaven's!"

"In the cultivation world, a hard fist is the only real principle!"

"I am the child of destiny! I am the one chosen by fate!"

"I am the future master of this world!"

"Hahahaha!!!!!!"

He suddenly spread his arms wide, as if to embrace the entire sky.

He let out a wild, contemptuous laugh that shook the bamboo forest.

Inside the storage ring, the Dragon Soul's eye corner twitched uncontrollably a few times, and it muttered to itself:

Did I encourage him too much?

Especially upon hearing that clichéd "do not bully the youth for his poverty" and "my fate is in my hands, not in heaven's," an indescribable sense of irritation surged up again.

If it weren't for its current state of weakness, reduced to a mere soul, and its need to rely on Ye Wushuang to return to the Immortal Realm, it really wanted to slap this disgraceful fellow to death with one swipe of its claw!

So annoying!

How disgusting!

The same few lines every day!

Can't he be quiet for even one day?!

The Dragon Soul forcibly suppressed its irritation and said solemnly:

"Disciple, the urgent task now is to leave Purple Bamboo Peak, this place of sorrow."

"Go try your luck at the other main peaks."

"Or participate in the Main Peak Disciple Recruitment Ceremony in a few days."

"Overwhelm all the heroes at the grand event and seize the top spot!"

"Then, what worry would you have about not being able to become the disciple of a stronger Peak Master?"

Hearing this, a trace of reluctance flashed across Ye Wushuang's face:

"But I still want to become Liu Mei's disciple, to make her my woman..."

A flicker of obsession for that aloof figure passed through his eyes.

Inside the storage ring, the Dragon Soul rolled its eyes hard!

That Liu Mei, the esteemed Head of Purple Bamboo Peak, the publicly recognized number one beauty of the Xuantian Sect, with her peerlessly beautiful face, an aloof temperament like moonlight from the ninth heaven, and a mighty Integration Stage cultivator!

Becoming the woman of a Foundation Establishment Stage little eunuch like you?

Really...

The ugly one makes more trouble!

No!

The eunuch makes more trouble!

It forcibly held back the impulse to curse and continued to patiently guide:

"Disciple! Wake up! Your most urgent task right now is to improve your strength!"

"Once you break through to Spirit Transformation, reshape your body, and restore your manly vigor!"

"Then a mere Liu Mei, won't she be at your mercy then, allowing you to take whatever you want, feasting and reveling every night?!"

Imagining that aloof, peerless face of Liu Mei stained with humiliation or seductive charm, Ye Wushuang's heart grew warm.

Ye Wushuang felt his master's words indeed made sense.

In his current state, even if a celestial beauty threw herself into his arms, he would be powerless.

It was better to cultivate with all his might now and wait until he had restored his complete male body!

At that time, wouldn't he be able to play however he wanted?

"Master, you are right!"

Ye Wushuang's gaze regained its firmness. "What I need most now is to improve my strength!"

"Master, do you have... a powerful main cultivation technique there?"

"I! Want to become strong!"

His words were forceful, carrying an unquestionable resolve.

Only then did the Dragon Soul let out a long, internal sigh of relief.

Good, it had finally managed to temporarily stabilize this lecherous disciple by using his "obsession."

As for a technique?

It naturally wouldn't be stingy.

Considering Ye Wushuang's current special circumstances, the Dragon Soul's thoughts stirred slightly. A deep purple, strangely textured manual silently appeared inside Ye Wushuang's storage ring.

On its cover, four ancient, peculiar characters were prominently displayed — "Chrysanthemum Manual."

Ye Wushuang excitedly opened this manual, but the next second, he froze in place.

Because the first page read:

"To train the divine art, draw the blade and castrate yourself."

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