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Chapter 1811: Heart-rending

Translator: GodBrandy Editor: Kurisu

"AAAAAH!!! IT HURTS!!!" Song Shuhang, who had taken on his smoke form, let out a blood-curdling scream.

Just as he began paying the price for the appraisal, he forcibly interrupted the technique.

As a result, the appraisal failed.

Song Shuhang endured the pain, and thought to himself, This is probably for the best…

If the appraisal had succeeded, it might not have been good for him.

After all, this mysterious senior did not want to reveal any information about himself. If Song Shuhang had accidentally obtained some information about the other party, maybe this senior would have chosen to kill him.

And honestly, Song Shuhang didn't really want to appraise this senior, either. The only thing he was after was the pain that he'd feel from using the secret appraisal technique.

Now, join me in enjoying the wonderful limits of pain, Senior! After Song Shuhang's figure gathered itself back together, he returned to his human form, and looked towards the senior.

Under such terrifying pain that even I can't manage, I wonder how the senior is doing…

Bang~

Meanwhile, the boy's body had blown up. His flesh and blood flew everywhere. The scene was extremely bloody, and had to be concealed through censorship.

"…" Song Shuhang.

How could this be?

Logically speaking, when he used the secret appraisal technique, wasn't it only supposed to share the 'pain' with the senior? Why did he blow up? This didn't match the clauses for the bet, right?

Just as Shuhang was in thought, the flesh, blood, and bones of the senior quickly went back to where they were as if time had been reversed, eventually bringing the boy back to how he had looked just moments ago.

"Hiss~" The boy couldn't keep his smile up any longer as he began unceasingly gasping for air.

At the same time, he felt the excruciating pain from the secret appraisal technique. This pain directly assaulted his soul, and could not be defended against, so he could only choose to grit his teeth and endure it.

However, the betting had not concluded just yet.

Both Song Shuhang and the boy were still gritting their teeth and enduring the pain to the best of their abilities, doing their best to keep themselves from crying.

Under the rules of the betting ceremony, regardless if they were in smoke form or had their bodies literally burst apart, it was only when they cried that they would be considered to have lost the bet.

The boy gnashed his teeth, and said, "What kind of self-harming technique did you use just now? It's simply dreadful."

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"That's a secret," Song Shuhang replied without much thought.

Of course, he couldn't just go and tell the mysterious senior the real name of the technique. Otherwise, it might arouse suspicion from him, and draw his ire.

Next, Song Shuhang hugged his huge belly, squatted down slowly, and chose a specific posture to lie down in so as not to press on his belly.

Eventually, he curled up into a ball, his teeth trembling while his lips turned purple. However, he'd already prepared for this. He took out a white handkerchief from his magical bracelet, folded it with his trembling hands, stuffed it into his mouth, and gritted his teeth as he continued to endure the pain. Currently, not only was he suffering the pain from having used the secret appraisal technique, but also the pain from pregnancy and childbirth.

"Aaah~ Aah~" Outside the betting space, Fairy Creation seized this opportunity, and let out Song Shuhang's Four-Toned Scream.

The virtuous lamia's tail slammed hard on the ground in bitterness as she was half a step late, and did not get to clinch this opportunity.

Fairy Creation was indeed her true rival.

Meanwhile, the boy followed Song Shuhang's example, and slowly lay down on his side, gritting his teeth while trembling nonstop.

The boy said tremblingly, "What other tricks do you have? Just use them all."

Song Shuhang said, "Wuwuuwuu~"

The black-skinned Soft Feather blinked, and translated, "Senior Song is saying that you can use whatever tricks you want. You don't have to pity him."

"Hehe, it looks like you've reached your limit. Then, get ready to lose." The boy shivered, and reached out to Song Shuhang. "Tell me, do you believe in life after death?"

Song Shuhang said, "I didn't believe in it in the past, but I do believe in it now."

There were many big shots in the world of cultivation who possessed at least one secret technique that would allow them to reincarnate. There were even a lot of cultivation techniques in demonic sects that allowed one to take over others' bodies.

"No… In fact, there is no longer a concept of 'next life' in this universe. Now, feel the despair—Profound Principles of the Severing of Future Lives." The boy stretched out his hand tremblingly, and patted Song Shuhang.

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Song Shuhang only felt a slight chill on his body, and then… he didn't feel anything at all.

On the contrary, it was the boy himself, who suddenly turned blue and shivered violently—this was the backlash from the magical technique failing to work. After a while, the backlash from failing to use the magical technique also took effect on Song Shuhang.

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Song Shuhang felt chills all over his body, but it was still within the acceptable range.

Song Shuhang blurted out, "Wuwu?"

The boy gritted his teeth, and said, "Be quiet, I want silence."

The virtuous lamia's eyes lit up. "Who is Silence?"

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"…" The boy looked up at the sky, and almost cried.

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Song Shuhang spat out the froth in his mouth, and asked tremblingly, "Senior, what magical technique did you use on me just now? Did it fail?"

The magical technique that the senior cast on him just now made him feel very concerned.

This was because the name of the technique sounded rather powerful—Profound Principles of the Severing of Future Lives, it sounded like it was going to sever his line of descendants.

"Do you really believe in life after death?" The young man raised his head, and said, "If you believe in it, when you get struck by this magical technique, you should see an illusion filled with despair where your succeeding lives are wiped out one by one."

Song Shuhang said tremblingly, "I really do believe it."

"Then, do you think that you will have a new life after your death?" the young man asked again, his face turning blue.

Song Shuhang thought for a while, and said in a shaking voice, "I don't know, actually… I've only been practicing for a bit over half a year, and I still don't have a proper understanding of what a 'next life' is supposed to be. I feel that I should go further on my path of cultivation first. And if possible, like a good number of my fellow daoists, I'd like to go much further than where I am now, and it would be best if I could step into the realm of Immortals… Although it is quite idealistic, I believe that cultivators must have such a goal. Besides that, I always get the feeling that should I ever fail, I would probably die by having my existence completely erased from the universe."

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As the time he had been cultivating was simply too short, he hadn't thought much about the 'next lives'. Just like a teenager, it was very difficult for him to imagine himself growing old and dying.

Moreover, every time he played with the heavenly tribulation, he always felt that once he failed on the path of cultivation, he would not have a chance to make a comeback, and only true death was his outcome.

While saying that, Song Shuhang's body trembled even more, and he felt that he was soon going to be unable to hold on.

"Your comprehension and understanding are truly not shallow." The corner of the boy's mouth twitched.

After a while, the boy suddenly seemed to have noticed something. "Wait, how long did you say you've been cultivating for?"

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"It's been a bit over half a year now, Senior," Song Shuhang replied honestly. Just as he said that, agonizing pain began crashing against his soul in waves, causing tears to begin welling up in his eyes.

"Hehehe, do you think you can stimulate me like that? You're too naive." The boy struggled to sit up, he stretched out his hand to the third eye between his eyebrows, and said, "Hmph, with my third eye, I can see the truth behind everything."

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From the third eye, a ray of light shot out and fell on Song Shuhang's body.

After another short while, the boy said slowly, "You've rent my heart violently, little friend Tyrannical Song."

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