I Stayed At Home For A Century, When I Emerged I Was Invincible

Little Evil King: "???"

When he saw those words, the little evil king was completely dumbfounded.

His mind fell into a dazed state.

This was a great opportunity?

This was a cultivation technique that could only be cultivated after performing self-castration?

His hands trembled even more violently.

His eyes turned red as he stared fixedly at the words on the secret manual.

"If you want to practice this technique, use your sword to castrate yourself!"

There was even a line of small words below: "Cut off the root of your thoughts, gather your willpower, and cultivate the ultimate technique."

It wanted him to cut off the root of his thoughts?

That graceful figure appeared in the little evil king's mind, that peerlessly beautiful face!

How could he bear to cut off the root of his thoughts?

However, in his mind, the scene of him being humiliated and tortured by the Evil Son, as well as the scene of the Evil King dying while trying to take revenge for him, appeared again.

How could he take revenge without cultivating this technique?

It was a difficult choice!

The little evil king's heart was filled with pain, and his facial expression was distorted.

He closed his eyes, and his mind was filled with Chu Yun's voice and smile, as well as the pain of being tortured daily, and the death of his father, the Evil King.

In the end, he chose to take revenge!

Without powerful strength, how could he survive in the Southern Region?

How could he see Chu Yun?

The little evil king took out a short sword.

The short sword was very sharp and it shone with a cold gleam.

He untied his belt with one hand.

He raised the short sword and lowered his head to take a look. He closed his eyes in sadness.

He muttered, "Darling, from now on, I can only protect you silently!"

"Darling, don't worry. Even if I am incomplete as a man, I still love you. I will still wade through the depths of hell for you!"

"Darling, even if I cut off my roots, it still won't change my love and yearning for you!"

The little evil king opened his eyes once again, and lowered his head to look at his little brother one last time as he bid his final farewell.

He closed his eyes and swung the short sword downwards!

Swish!

"Uhh... Ahhhhh!"

The little evil king curled up like a cooked shrimp and fell to the ground, letting out a blood-curdling scream that did not sound human.

"Evil Son, I'm going to cut you into pieces!"

"I won't let you off. I'm going to cut you up like this too!"

"Ahhhhh..."

"Darling, I miss you so much..."

The little evil king's face was twisted as he endured the intense pain and sadness in his heart. After bandaging the wound, he sat back down on the stone chair.

His eyes were burning as he looked at the Evil Warding Immortal Scripture. He could finally cultivate this peerless cultivation technique.

He flipped open the secret manual.

Hmm?

Why was it a blank page?

The Little Evil King had a bad premonition.

He continued to look downward.

Finally, there were some words!

However, the moment he saw those words, the little evil king's breathing quickened.

His eyes were bloodshot, and tears kept falling.

His face was twisted and ferocious.

On the third page, it was written: "If you don't self-castrate, you can still successfully cultivate this technique."

There was also a small note: "If you don't go through the secular world, how can you temper your state of mind? All of the powerful people in the ancient world have tempered themselves; if you sever your roots and sever your desires to cultivate this technique, then you are a coward!"

"Ahhhhh..."

"B*stard, this old b*stard! Such a wicked person!!"

The little evil king threw the Evil Warding Immortal Scripture onto the ground and roared crazily.

At this moment, it was not just his balls that were hurting, but his whole body, spirit and soul.

He roared crazily and cursed crazily.

He did not even notice that his wound had been torn open.

How wicked!

He was filled with tears. Just what kind of wicked person would be able to come up with such a secret manual to deceive others?

The little evil king roared crazily and cursed. His eyes were red and tears were streaming down his face.

At this moment, the little evil king's heart had suffered a brutal blow. The pain in his heart far exceeded the pain his physical body was feeling.

Even though he had been tormented by Evil Son, it was not as painful as what he felt in his heart right now!

After a long time.

The little evil king lay on the ground, panting. His eyes were lifeless, and his lips were moving. "Daring, I... I crippled myself..."

After lying on the ground for an unknown amount of time, the little evil king struggled to stand up. He picked up the Evil Warding Immortal Scripture and sat back down on the stone chair.

The fact that his body was crippled had become a fact, and he could only endure the pain and accept it.

His hands trembled as he flipped open the manual. When he saw the first page again, the little evil king felt even more pain, and he regretted that he had not flipped through a few more pages.

Why did he castrate himself after reading the first page?

It was all the Evil Son's fault!

That's right!

It was all because of him. He had been blinded by hatred, which was why he had done such a stupid thing.

He had to kill the Evil Son!

The little evil king gritted his teeth and continued to turn the pages.

He turned to the fourth page. It read, "If you severed your roots, you are a coward and immensely stupid, but if you did not, your mind is whole, and you will definitely accomplish great things."

Seeing this, the little evil king was flustered.

Could it be that this peerless cultivation technique could not be cultivated if he castrated himself?

If that was really the case, then had he castrated himself for nothing?

His hands trembled even more violently.

On the fifth page:

"Kowtow. Kowtow three times and the technique will appear."

"Ahhhh..."

The little evil king let out a roar, his face twisted.

"Old b*stard! You wicked thing, you still want me to kowtow to you!"

The little evil king wished that he could tear the person who had left this secret manual here into pieces.

After roaring for a while, he could only helplessly accept the truth and put the secret manual on the ground, kneeling down on both knees.

The moment he knelt down, his wound reopened. The pain caused his face to contort and become ferocious!

Dong! Dong! Dong!

After kowtowing three times, the manual began to glow and words appeared.

The little evil king picked up the manual and flipped through the pages.

The words on the manual seemed to come to life. They kept jumping into his mind and the many facets of the cultivation technique appeared in his mind.

After an unknown period of time, the little evil king came back to his senses.

He looked at the secret manual in his hand with a complicated expression.

Within just a short period of time, he had comprehended the cultivation technique and knew how to cultivate it.

It was as if the manual had directly instilled the comprehension of the cultivation technique into him.

Such a method was beyond imagination.

He should have been grateful to the owner of the secret manual, but when he thought about how he had been tricked into castrating himself, the little evil king could not bring himself to feel grateful.

He hated him, but not entirely.

He transferred most of his hatred onto the Evil Son.

This cultivation technique was very powerful. Moreover, when one cultivated it to the great success stage, when one cultivated it to the Divine realm, one could recover their third leg!

This was where the little evil king's hopes lay!

Moreover, some rare heavenly treasures also had the effect of regenerating one's third leg.

Of course, such heavenly treasures could not be obtained without sufficient cultivation, nor could they be preserved and sold.

Therefore, regardless of whether it was for revenge or to recover his manhood, he had to work hard in his cultivation.

Fortunately, in this palace secret realm, that mysterious expert had left behind many treasures and cultivation pills.

His talent had also improved.

More importantly, inside this palace, he could ignore the incomplete laws of the Southern Region and break through to the Emperor realm.

Apart from medicinal pills, the senior had also left him some artifactions, the lowest level of which was an emperor-level artifact. As long as he cultivated successfully, it was not an extravagant hope for him to take revenge on the Evil Son.

"I'll definitely be able to recover my manhood!"

A beautiful figure flashed through the little evil king's mind.

His gaze became firm.

He would work hard to cultivate and break through to the Emperor realm as soon as possible.

Next, the little evil king began to treat his injuries. He could only cultivate after he recovered.

At the same time, he took out the artifact that this senior had left for him.

Embroidery needles and a dagger!

Looking at the embroidery needles, the little evil king fell into a state of deep thought. Why would the senior leave a set of embroidery needles for him?

He felt that the Evil Warding Immortal scripture was slightly unorthodox.