Sunflower Manual

Chen Feng was astonished.

He hadn’t expected Wei Guangming to still have tricks up his sleeve.

Dealing with the eerie Evil-Slaying Swordplay alone had already pushed him to his limits.

If his opponent had even more bizarre martial techniques, he might truly face defeat.

The wisest choice now was clear.

Run!

After all, fighting was a losing battle.

Chen Feng had no intention of dragging this out.

His current physical condition wasn’t ideal.

All he wanted was to find some food and water.

Otherwise, he’d be worn down to death right here.

With a sudden burst from his Crippled Foot technique, Chen Feng’s figure shot backward before he turned and fled.

“Trying to escape?”

“How laughable!”

Wei Guangming left behind an afterimage as his figure flickered like a ghost, rapidly closing the distance between them.

Channeling his qi and blood into the threads in his right hand, he formed an orchid-shaped finger gesture and pointed at Chen Feng from afar.

Thousands of silver needles erupted in an instant,

streaking straight toward Chen Feng’s back.

At the same time, his suit jacket began unraveling from the right sleeve, dissolving into countless threads.

Chen Feng, still desperately fleeing, suddenly felt a gust of wind at his back.

He cursed inwardly.

“So fast!”

“He caught up in the blink of an eye—how am I supposed to escape now?”

Clasping his hands together, Chen Feng unleashed the Buddha’s Radiance technique,

hoping to block the attack from behind.

But the moment it made contact,

a cacophony of metallic clangs rang out—thousands of them.

The Buddha’s Radiance, a technique at the Harmony of Heaven and Man level, was instantly pierced through.

“What the hell?!”

The eerie sound sent a chill down Chen Feng’s spine.

He spun around just in time to see thousands of tiny embroidery needles hurtling toward him again.

The sight made his scalp tingle.

Being stabbed in the back by so many needles? The thought alone was unbearable.

Chen Feng hastily raised his defenses.

But soon, he realized something terrifying.

Once these needles scattered in their attack,

it felt like facing multiple opponents at once.

There was simply no way to fend them all off.

Wei Guangming stood proudly in place,

his left hand gripping the end of the threads while his right plucked at them like a zither.

A mocking smirk curled at his lips as he watched Chen Feng struggle.

“Kneel and beg for mercy now, and I might spare you.”

“Being skewered by ten thousand needles isn’t a pleasant experience.”

Chen Feng had already entered a frenzied defense mode,

but his movements grew increasingly sluggish.

Yet he noticed something—his North Star Divine Art

could siphon away the qi and blood infused in the threads.

Problem was, the amount was pitifully small, barely making a difference.

Wei Guangming had anticipated this, always wary of the Star-Stealing Technique.

Still, he found Chen Feng’s suction power oddly unusual.

Between desperate blocks, Chen Feng retaliated with a few powerful palm strikes.

While deflecting some of the needles, the remaining force surged toward Wei Guangming,

an attempt to disrupt his rhythm.

But Wei Guangming stood firm,

a shield of supremely yin and supple energy enveloping him, effortlessly neutralizing Chen Feng’s scattered attacks.

From the mountaintop, several observers from the Kunlun Remnants watched as Wei Guangming unleashed the complete version of the Sunflower Manual.

They were already convinced of Chen Feng’s defeat.

A middle-aged man sighed in admiration,

“Truly a saint-tier technique.”

“Whether in cultivation speed, movement techniques, defensive energy, or combat skills—it’s reached perfection.”

“A shame the requirements for mastering it are so… extreme.”

“Back when I first read it, I nearly gave in to the temptation myself.”

…

In less than five minutes,

Chen Feng was stretched to his limits, his tricks exhausted.

He couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

“Damn.”

“Ran into a real expert this time. I’m done for.”

“What now?”

“Am I really going to die here today?”

After a fierce internal struggle, he finally steeled himself.

“As long as there’s life, there’s hope.”

“A real man knows when to bend and when to stand firm.”

“Today’s humiliation is just fuel for tomorrow’s revenge.”

Having convinced himself, Chen Feng chose temporary surrender over death.

“Hold on—I yield!”

Wei Guangming scoffed.

“Too late for that now.”

“Get on your knees and beg. Maybe then I’ll consider sparing you.”

Chen Feng snarled,

“A warrior would rather die than suffer disgrace!”

“I’d sooner take my own life than kneel to anyone.”

“Kill me, and your Wei Clan gets nothing.”

Wei Guangming’s eyes narrowed slightly, his brow furrowing.

He had to admit—Chen Feng had a point.

If he pushed the man to suicide, all this effort would be for nothing.

With a cold snort, he said,

“Fine. I admire your stubbornness.”

Even as he spoke, his hands stilled, halting the assault.

Tens of thousands of needles retracted,

threads weaving seamlessly back into his suit sleeve with masterful precision.

The display left Chen Feng dumbfounded.

“With control like that… I never stood a chance.”

Wei Guangming smirked at Chen Feng’s stunned expression.

This level of hidden weapon mastery was the fruit of countless sleepless nights of relentless practice.

It was his pride, his unshakable confidence.

Across all of Great Xia, he dared claim—

among those of his rank, none could rival him.

Wiping sweat from his brow, Chen Feng panted heavily.

That brief clash had drained him completely.

Now, exhaustion weighed on him like a lead blanket.

The moment he stopped moving, hunger and thirst clawed at him with renewed fury.

His gaze swept the battlefield—corpses everywhere.

With a quiet sigh, he approached an old man’s body.

Unclasping a small pouch from the corpse’s waist, he rummaged for supplies.

Inside, he found an old stainless steel thermos.

“Sorry, old-timer.”

“I’ll burn plenty of joss paper for you once I’m out.”

“Consider this a trade.”

Without hesitation, Chen Feng unscrewed the thermos and gulped down the cool boiled water inside.

Next, he pulled out a plastic bag containing a few dried-out pancakes.

The old man must’ve been in a hurry when he packed—provisions were haphazard at best.

Surveying the sea of bodies around him, Chen Feng felt an indescribable sorrow.

Between bites of pancake, he swore silently,

“This grudge is etched in my bones. When the time comes, I’ll avenge every one of you.”

Wei Guangming watched impassively.

Chen Feng’s actions meant nothing to him.

He only snapped,

“Hurry up. And don’t try anything clever.”

“Or I’ll cripple you first before dragging you back.”

In Wei Guangming’s eyes, if he went all out with the Sunflower Manual, Chen Feng wouldn’t last ten minutes.

Against absolute strength, any trickery was a joke.

Just then, mid-bite, Chen Feng froze.

A long-absent system notification chimed in his mind.

[Congratulations on achieving the Master Instructor milestone.]

[Third disciple Liu Weiwei has claimed first place in the National Martial Apprentice Tournament.]

[Reward: +300 Qi and Blood points to Master.]

His qi and blood cap instantly jumped to 800,

finally pushing his martial arts realm into the top-tier warrior echelon.

Ecstasy surged through Chen Feng.

Right now, he could’ve kissed Liu Weiwei out of sheer gratitude.

Who’d have thought his disciple would come through with a clutch save at the critical moment?

The increase in Qi and blood limits also meant the upper threshold of attack power for martial techniques had significantly risen.

Chen Feng slowly rose to his feet.

At this moment, he felt like he was back in the game.

However, glancing at Wei Guangming before him, he awkwardly said:

"Uh, well... how about we fight one more round?"

"I promise this time I won’t stand a chance against you. I’ll surrender properly and follow you home right away, handing over all the techniques."