Chapter 33 - The Art of Harvesting Yang to Supplement Yang, Yue Buqun’s Fortune  ( Part 2 ) - I am cultivating demon from Xiao’ao wrold, and started by pressing my mistress! - NovelsTime

I am cultivating demon from Xiao’ao wrold, and started by pressing my mistress!

Chapter 33 - The Art of Harvesting Yang to Supplement Yang, Yue Buqun’s Fortune  ( Part 2 )

Author: Ainee
updatedAt: 2025-09-18

Chapter 33: The Art of Harvesting Yang to Supplement Yang, Yue Buqun’s Fortune  ( Part 2 )

As Yue Buqun approached Wang Xuan, Yue Lingshan’s mind raced.

*Could Daddy have seen my feelings and want to test Wang Xuan’s stance?*

*No!*

*Daddy’s never so proactive—it must be Mama’s idea!*

Blushing, Yue Lingshan ran back to her room.

“Young Hero Wang, have you a moment to talk?”

Yue Buqun bowed with clasped hands, speaking courteously.

*The fish has taken the bait!*

Wang Xuan sent Guo Fu and Guo Xiang to another courtyard to play, then invited Yue Buqun to sit on the steps.

He opened, “Sect Leader Yue, I know why you’re here!”

“Then?”

Yue Buqun tensed.

Wang Xuan continued, “Sect Leader Yue, I hear Huashan Sect and the Sun Moon Demon Sect are *sworn enemies*!”

“Yes!”

“How much do you know about their leader, Dongfang Bubai?”

“Well?”

Yue Buqun was momentarily speechless.

Though their enmity was *like fire and water*, he’d never met Dongfang Bubai in person.

He didn’t grasp Wang Xuan’s intent.

“Sect Leader Yue, Dongfang Bubai has secluded himself on Blackwood Cliff, cultivating a technique called the Sunflower Manual, now neither man nor woman!”

“What?”

Yue Buqun’s eyes widened in shock.

He’d heard of the Sunflower Manual.

But how could it turn someone into *neither man nor woman*?

Wang Xuan glanced at Yue Buqun, smiled, and said, “Sect Leader Yue, by chance, I have a secret technique. If mastered, forget the Sun Moon Demon Sect—even Shaolin and Wudang could be *trampled underfoot*!”

Yue Buqun froze, his eyes blazing with fervor. After a few breaths, he reacted, rising to bow deeply to Wang Xuan.

“Please, Young Hero, guide me!”

“Sect Leader Yue, don’t rush!”

As he spoke, Yue Buqun felt his body straighten uncontrollably, heightening his awe of Wang Xuan’s power.

“This secret technique is immensely powerful, but its cultivation conditions are extremely harsh!”

Wang Xuan smiled.

The technique was from the Hehuan Sacred Canon.

A method of *harvesting yang to supplement yang*!

Its essence was akin to Dongfang Bubai’s Sunflower Manual.

But a supreme, deluxe, super-invincible amplified version!

To avoid yang qi bursting the meridians, the prerequisite was *self-castration*!

Then, to succeed, one must *harvest yang to supplement yang* daily!

Such a technique was an extreme outlier even in the Hehuan Immortal Sect!

Created by a deity fond of *watching chaos for fun*!

Quirky as it was, it was still a cultivation technique!

Though its ceiling was low, in this low-martial world, reaching Qi Refining Layer Five was enough to *stride unmatched*!

As for the steep cost—well, as the saying goes, *no cost, no strength*!

In this *dog-eat-dog* martial world, without power, your fate would be worse!

For the sake of amusement, Wang Xuan decided to pass this technique to Yue Buqun.

Others wouldn’t even get such a chance!

Of course, the condition was Yue Buqun offering his wife and daughter in exchange!

*No free lunch in this world!*

“So, Sect Leader Yue?”

“I?”

Yue Buqun stood rigid, his mouth dry.

Though he yearned for strength, the condition was too harsh!

He struggled to accept it!

But if he missed this chance, would he regret it later?

“What, Sect Leader Yue, don’t tell me you lack Dongfang Bubai’s resolve?”

Wang Xuan taunted.

Yue Buqun finally realized why Wang Xuan mentioned Dongfang Bubai earlier.

*It was to set me up here!*

To defeat the Demon Sect, he had to be *even more ruthless* than them!

“Young Hero Wang, may I request a bit more time to consider?”

Yue Buqun still couldn’t make up his mind.

“Of course.”

Wang Xuan gave a light smile.

After all, he wasn’t in a hurry.

After taking leave of Wang Xuan, Yue Buqun walked back heavy-hearted, not even responding to greetings from his disciples.

Yue Lingshan had been waiting outside for her father to return.

Seeing Yue Buqun frowning deeply, the previously hopeful girl felt as though her heart had plunged into an icy abyss.

Could it be that Young Hero Wang rejected me?

Makes sense!

Someone like him—so exceptional—why would he like someone like me?

I should have realized that from the beginning!

Yue Lingshan’s feelings of inferiority surged up, and she returned to her room disheartened.

Yue Buqun, preoccupied with his own thoughts, failed to notice his daughter eavesdropping. Upon seeing Ning Zhongze, he hesitated to speak.

“Senior Brother?”

Seeing his troubled face, Ning Zhongze’s first assumption was that Wang Xuan had turned them down.

She let out a bitter laugh and said:

“Makes sense. Since he’s from a hidden, prestigious sect, accepting disciples must be extremely selective. We only suspected him, never considering whether Shan’er even met their standards. That was our oversight.”

“Yes, extremely selective indeed!”

Yue Buqun, with his mind preoccupied with the cǎi yáng bǔ yáng technique’s harsh requirements, blurted it out subconsciously.

If it were only about severing his manhood, so be it. He was middle-aged, had a daughter, and sought nothing else but to revive Mount Hua Sect.

But once cultivated, the technique would require daily harvesting of male essence—that was what he found most unacceptable.

Of course, Ning Zhongze knew nothing about this.

She could only lament that her daughter missed this fated opportunity.

Time passed quickly, and by dinner, Ning Zhongze was dumbfounded at the sight of Yue Lingshan wearing heavy makeup.

“You’re… Shan’er?”

“Mother!”

Yue Lingshan spun around playfully like a spoiled child.

“Mother, do I look pretty?”

It was only then that Ning Zhongze realized her daughter had changed into an extravagant dress—though it was a bit too extravagant, especially paired with the thick rouge and powder on her face.

She had barely recognized her at first.

Clearly, her daughter had snuck out that afternoon to buy all these things.

A mother knows her daughter best.

Naturally, Ning Zhongze understood her daughter’s reasons. Her expression grew complicated, and her heart soured with grief.

“Mother, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Go wash your face and come back.”

Though Yue Lingshan looked reluctant, she couldn’t resist her mother’s insistence and obediently went back to remove her makeup.

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