893 Toss and Turn (2/2)

After a pause, he affirmed, ”You must grow back.”

People said it was had to gather spilled water, to reconnect cut hair or to fix a shattered mirror. However, being hard was different from being impossible. However, it was not something he could decide. It depended on the woman who was inside the Divine Hall of Light.

After a long silence, he suddenly sensed some ridiculousness and bursted into laughter. However his laughter froze within a few seconds because it was indeed not funny at all.

The person inside the Divine Hall of Light did not feel any human emotions. She had no pity on him because she was no longer Sangsang but Haotian. Only the pain in-between his legs was reminding him of a slightest chance of winning this battle. It was a slight and painful chance, too unbearable and wretched for any man to take.

Now that he had paid such a bitter price, he had to win something in return.

Ning Que looked into the night sky outside the rock grating and remembered the pain he had undergone. It drew some inspiration on his Ocean of Consciousness and bestowed some indescribably divine beauty to the talisman he had been composing.

In terms of cultivation, he had come to a crucial moment. If he could comprehend Haotian's command of basic rules for the flow of space, he could make a huge leap on this way to drawing a perfect People Talisman.

Since Haotian took his humane part from him, he had to try drawing the character by himself.

At that moment, light mist poured in from the rock window.

Ning Que's pupils contrasted slightly. He had once visited the Secluded Pavilion during the night, so he knew that the reluctance and resentment psyche of numerous previous strong cultivators from the Divine Halls of West Hill was in the mist. Even if he were his strongest self, he would not be able to withstand it and would have to seek for refuge in the moonlight. Now with his Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow chained up, he was nothing but a wastrel.

And there was something far more important than staying away from the harm of the night mist. It was a crucial moment for him to comprehend Talisman Taoism. He would never know when such a rare opportunity could fall onto him again if he missed this one.

However, he knew clearly that the mist was her way of stopping him. If she had not sensed the change inside the Secluded Pavilion, the night mist could have never entered his cell.

”You have tortured me enough. What else do you want?”

Ning Que stared into the direction of Divine Hall of Light and shouted with anger, ”If you dare to take one more finger from me, I will kill myself right here! And you will be dead too!”

While he was yelling, he also saluted his middle finger to the Divine Hall.

He knew that Sangsang would understand what he meant by the middle finger.

After all, that was the only pride he had now.

But he forgot that Sangsang knew him better than he knew himself. She knew that he would never commit suicide unless it was his very last measure and a middle finger did not convey that message.

Unsurprisingly, a wind stirred up in the cell, cleared the mist, and chopped Ning Que's middle finger.

Then, on his body countless thin red lines formed. The brutal slow slicing was happening again. Ning Que was not able to do anything but wear a bitter and helpless smile.

Ineffable pain tortured him non-stop until late at night. He started to lose control of his consciousness until the very last bit of it became blurred like the mist.

Haotian's will was so powerful and irresistible that he was falling into an abyss of surrender. It was either because of his instinct to avoid pain or the pain being too overwhelming that he fell into a dream.

In the dream, he was sleeping and cuddling Sangsang. He touched her lotus-white little feet and well developed figure, and felt some increasing moisture on the tips of his fingers.

He tossed and turned on the rock bed in the cell. The pain was keeping him from falling asleep, but he could not wake himself from the dream. Blood was all over his fingers as they were hanging by the edge of the bed.

Thousands of miles above the Secluded Pavilion atop Peach Mountain, Sangsang was also having a dream in the Divine Hall of Light. It was a beautiful and romantic yet annoying dream that enraged her.

In the Divine Hall, she lay on the ground, with her eyes closed and lashes trembling, while tossing and turning. Her thighs were tight and her breathing deep. The green flowery dress she was wearing seemed to be ready to blown at any moment.

Ning Que was still in great pain in his dream. He was about to collapse.

He got up from beneath her and saw her face. It was not the indifferent face of Haotian, but rather the young, slightly dark and amiable face that he knew well.

She was staring at him curiously with shining smiling eyes.

He felt a sudden peace and forgot all the pain from his body. Slowly lowering his head, he placed a tender kiss on her lips. And with that kiss, he saved himself.

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