To the First Emperor of Qin: The state has decreed this!

Chapter 362 Sunflower Manual

Mi Yueyao, who had been sitting upright in her chair, did not get up. She simply put down her teacup and spoke in a cold and helpless tone:

"The fact that they were able to follow the clues and come to us means that the outside world already has some definite information. Rumors in the martial arts world spread much faster than a plague."

The hidden eyes targeting us now are far more than just this group. Even if we kill more, it's futile; we simply can't eradicate them all.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Fan deflated like a punctured balloon, slumping back into his chair with a headache on his face.

"What should we do? We can't possibly move again, can we?"

Zhang Fan scratched his hair in frustration and complained, "Where else can we move to? We can't just move the whole family into the Xianyang Palace, can we?"

Hide in the palace?

Does that mean having to clock in and out under Ying Zheng's nose every day?

And that damned eunuch, Eunuch Li, had to urge me to sleep every night in his hoarse voice?

Absolutely impossible!

Just as Zhang Fan was frantically scratching his head, at his wit's end, his movements suddenly stopped.

It was as if a bolt of lightning had flashed through my mind, and a flash of inspiration had struck!

"etc……"

Zhang Fan suddenly raised his head, his eyes fixed on Mi Yueyao. "You just said that those martial arts heroes outside are all fighting over your peerless martial arts manual... So what's the name of that peerless martial arts manual you have?"

Mi Yueyao felt a little uncomfortable at his sudden excitement, frowned slightly, and slowly replied:

"That martial arts manual is a collection of secret techniques compiled by the royal family of the Great Chu over the generations. It is only intended for practical use in killing enemies and has no specific name. If you really want to name it, it is simply an unnamed martial arts manual."

"nameless?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Fan's lips curled into an uncontrollable smirk, gradually revealing an extremely wicked grin.

"Hehehe... It's great not having a name, it's absolutely fantastic!"

Seeing Zhang Fan rubbing his hands together with a wicked grin, Mi Yueyao, Luo Ying, and Luo Li exchanged bewildered glances, their beautiful faces filled with confusion.

"Young master... what do you mean by this?"

Mi Yueyao couldn't help but ask, feeling a sense of unease.

Zhang Fan slammed his hands on the table and announced with piercing eyes, "From today onwards, it has a name!"

Mi Yueyao was taken aback: "What's your name?"

Zhang Fan raised his chin and uttered four words, each one deliberate and forceful: "It will be called... 'The Sunflower Manual'!"

"The Sunflower Manual?"

The three servants, master and servant, read the four words aloud in unison.

Luo Ying blinked her big eyes, then nodded, seemingly impressed but not quite understanding: "This name... although I don't understand what it means, it sounds very imposing and powerful!"

"That's incredibly powerful! This is a divine skill that could drive all the men in the world crazy!"

Zhang Fan could barely suppress the wicked smile on his face. He rubbed his hands excitedly and urged, "Yueyao, hurry! Take out that manual of yours and make a copy for me exactly as it was!"

This young master is going to stir up some earth-shattering events!

Mi Yueyao was filled with doubt, completely unable to guess what the young master was up to.

However, out of absolute trust in Zhang Fan, she did not ask any further questions.

Instead, she turned and walked to her private wardrobe, gently pressing a hidden spot with her slender hand.

With a "click," the hidden compartment popped open.

She took out a scroll of silk from it and solemnly handed it to Zhang Fan.

"Alright, you guys can eat and drink as you please these next few days. Remember to fill in the hole in the backyard. Leave the outside matters to me!"

After obtaining the cultivation manual, Zhang Fan stuffed it into his pocket as if it were a treasure, and with a wicked smile that sent chills down the spines of the three of them, he excitedly turned around and ran out the door.

……

at the same time.

Inside Xianyang Palace, Zhangtai Palace.

The atmosphere inside the main hall was solemn and austere, with wisps of smoke rising from the bronze animal-head incense burner.

"A member of the underworld?"

Ying Zheng sat high on the Black Bird Throne, his brows furrowed deeply. His imposing aura, though not angry, made the air in the hall seem somewhat stagnant.

Below the steps, a Black Ice Guard commander knelt on one knee and respectfully reported: "Your Majesty, rumors about peerless secret manuals are rampant in the martial world, and various outlaw forces are moving like mad dogs at the mere mention of them."

The source of those rumors is pointed directly towards the Immortal Master's residence. We fear that those people are too audacious, and the Immortal Master may also be drawn into it and disturbed.”

"presumptuous!"

Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he let out a heavy, cold snort. "Scholars use their words to disrupt the law, and knights use their martial arts to break the law! These江湖草莽 (jianghu caomang, outlaws of the martial world) would be fine if they were to perform acts of chivalry and justice in ordinary times!"

But now, for a mere inanimate object of dubious authenticity, they dare to commit heinous crimes, murder, and arson within the borders of my Great Qin. What kind of chivalry is this?

When the emperor was enraged, the temperature inside the hall seemed to drop to freezing point instantly. The guards buried their heads deep in their chests, not daring to breathe.

Ying Zheng's gaze was piercing, and with a sudden wave of his sleeve, he gave a deep command:

"Go! Convey my decree: Summon the Immortal Master to the palace immediately!"

……

at the same time.

Inside the bedroom of the Gewu Institute.

"Snap! Snap!"

Zhang Fan was holding his phone, taking pictures of each page of the nameless martial arts manual, and sending them back directly via the Cainiao app.

Upon receiving the message, Bureau 749 acted with terrifying efficiency, immediately summoning top historical document experts and forgery masters.

In just two hours, the experts not only completed the typesetting, but also used modern antiquing techniques to mass-produce hundreds of ancient-looking silk books!

"Ding-dong!"

As the notification sound of the "Cainiao Station APP" rang in my mind, a pile of silk books as high as a small mountain appeared out of thin air in the open space of the bedroom.

Zhang Fan casually picked up the top book.

On the simple, antique cover, four large characters were prominently displayed!

The Sunflower Manual.

Turning to the first page, there are eight large characters written neatly in standard pre-Qin small seal script: "To practice this skill, one must first castrate oneself!"

"Hehehe..."

Looking at this huge stack of martial arts manuals, Zhang Fan's lips curled up into a wide smile, which became increasingly wicked and perverse.

Just as he was engrossed in his grand plan.

Footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.

Yu Miaoyan, the commander of the Black Ice Guard, dressed in a smart black outfit, pushed open the door and said coldly, "His Majesty has decreed that the Immortal Master be summoned to the palace for an audience immediately."

"Enter the palace?"

Zhang Fan's smile faded as he stepped forward and inquired familiarly, "Commander Yu, Old Zheng... cough, what brings His Majesty to me in such a hurry? Is it because some project is short of funds again?"

Yu Miaoyan remained expressionless, turned her face away, and stared straight ahead, completely ignoring him.

"Hey, can you give me a hint? We're practically family!"

Zhang Fan circled around her twice, trying to get closer and testing her, but Yu Miaoyan was like an emotionless wooden doll, not even blinking an eye.

After trying for a long time without success, Zhang Fan could only purse his lips in frustration.

"Alright, alright, let's go."

Just before leaving, Zhang Fan's eyes darted around. After thinking for a moment, he casually pulled out a scroll from the pile of secret manuals and stuffed it into his sleeve, intending to report his wicked plan to Brother Zheng later.