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Song Shuhang said, “We’re betting on who cries first? This is genuine crying, and not fake one, right?”

The boy smiled slightly, and replied, “Yes.”

Song Shuhang said, “I agree. Alright then, let’s begin!”

“???” The boy.

“I bet that I’ll cry first,” Song Shuhang said quickly. “Waaaaaah~”

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In the next moment, Song Shuhang burst into tears as large teardrops came out of his eyes.

This was a cultivation technique that existed in his memories, and it was also the one Lady Onion practiced… It was the ❮Tome of Never-Ending Tears❯. He had studied its introduction, and had learned a bit of it.

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This cultivation technique could fiercely jab at the heart of a cultivator, and bring them to tears. The harder one cried, the stronger the effect of the technique. And when one practiced this cultivation technique to a very profound level, it could also affect the emotions of the enemy. This was a terrifying cultivation technique that was said to be able to make the user and their enemies cry at the same time.

Song Shuhang circulated the cultivation technique for a while, and then recalled his tragic experiences in the past few months—his experiences of dying time and again and his experiences of suffering great pains.

To be honest, if he’d experienced what he had for the past six months without his firm will, he might have already collapsed from the pain and constant torment of death. Even now, there were 88,888 voices echoing in Song Shuhang’s mind every night due to the secret appraisal technique.

For a while, he had been suffering from the mental prickling caused by his excessive mental energy, the 88,888 voices in his ears chanting like flies all day, the pain of using the secret appraisal technique, and the constant pressure of death.

The ❮Tome of Never-Ending Tears❯ was like a key that unlocked the door to the tears of his heart. Under Song Shuhang’s own operation, it bypassed his firm will, and evoked his sadness.

Tears filled his eyes and unceasingly streamed down his face…

This was not fake crying. These were genuine tears that came from the bottom of his heart.

Meanwhile, the boy looked at him with a bewildered expression.

Song Shuhang wiped away his tears, and said calmly, “I won.”

Although he had shed precious tears, it was worth it if it was to win the bet.

“…” The boy.

He looked at Song Shuhang with a look of pity.

Motherf-

Believe it or not, I might punch you right this second!

“Senior, do you want to go back on your word?” Song Shuhang stared at the boy.

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The boy sighed softly. “I hadn’t even stated the rules of the bet. I haven’t even performed the ceremony, so why are you crying?”

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The betting ceremony was a very important part of the betting between the two parties.

Through this ceremony, he would be able to extract conceptual items like ‘chef heart’.

Otherwise, there was no meaning to it.

The boy added, “Listen, let’s bet that whoever cries first loses. Whoever persists to the end wins. Otherwise, who wouldn’t just choose to cry on their own? Believe it or not, I can cry out louder than you. And it’s still the kind where I really burst into tears. I can even demonstrate to you if you want. I look quite handsome while I cry.”

Song Shuhang asked distrustfully, “…Senior, are you sure it isn’t because you saw me cry so quickly that you chose to change the rules?”

The corner of the boy’s mouth curled up into a blooming smile. “Do you think I am that kind of person?”

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After Song Shuhang thought for a while, he shook his head slightly.

Judging from the identity of the other party, who was a big senior, they shouldn’t be this bad.

The boy said slowly, “Then, get ready for the bet.”

“Wait, Senior.” Song Shuhang held out his hand, and motioned at the other party to stop.

Whoever cries first, loses… Is there really anything to bet on here? You can easily crush me with one hand, and beat me to tears directly, can’t you?

Song Shuhang firmly opposed the plan.

The boy asked, “What’s the problem?”

Song Shuhang said, “You can’t use violence or any means of attack. Otherwise, there isn’t much of a point in the bet.”

The boy said gently, “Don’t worry. What I want to feel while betting is excitement. In order to maximize this, I have a two-word principle for every bet—absolute and true fairness.”

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Song Shuhang couldn’t help but say, “Those are four words.”

The boy waved his hand, and said, “If you read it in the language of the ancient era, there are only two words. It’s just that when it’s translated into what you can understand, it becomes four words.”

“…” Song Shuhang.

You are bullying me for failing the ancient language classes!

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“Let me state all of the rules for this bet.” The boy stretched out his hand, flicked it, and then three clauses composed of ancient runes popped out.

“First, absolute fairness. After entering the bet, our realm, strength, physique, and mental energy will be adjusted so that both parties have the same stats.

“Second, both parties will suffer the same damage, magical technique effects, and visual effects. Every time one party does something to the other, it will also take effect on him at the same time.

“Third, all additional aids, such as the light of virtue or clones, cannot be brought into the betting game.”

The boy said, “How is that? Are you fine with this?”

Song Shuhang pinched his chin. “It feels like there are many holes that can be taken advantage of.”

The boy smiled, and said, “Yes, there are indeed loopholes to take advantage of. If you can find a loophole, just take advantage of it. This is my concession to you, and this is also my confidence in my abilities.”

Song Shuhang nodded. He now knew why this senior had lost most of his bets in the past. His three clauses limited his abilities a lot.

In recent years, a large part of the reason the population of some countries in the world was decreasing was that people found themselves attracted to extreme stimulation and excitement.

The boy said, “So, do you agree with these clauses?”

“This means to say that whoever has a greater endurance and a firmer heart between the two of us wins!” Song Shuhang smiled slightly. “I have no problem with that.”

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Enduring pain was a talent he was proud of, and it was also the only field he had the confidence to compete in against the mysterious senior in front of him.

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“Then, let the game begin.” The boy clapped his hands lightly.

Soon after, a layer of golden runes wrapped around them, causing the two to look like they were in a small closed box.

At the same time, several figures were isolated from Song Shuhang by the runes.

Lady Onion, the virtuous lamia, Fairy Creation, the black-skinned Soft Feather…

The game had officially started.

The boy stood opposite Song Shuhang, and said calmly, “Use whatever means you have.”

Song Shuhang asked, “Any means?”

“That’s right.” The boy squinted his eyes.

Song Shuhang did not hesitate to have the Scholarly Sage’s eye light up, and send a ray of light towards the other party.

The boy’s realm had been suppressed to the same level as him, the Sixth Stage Realm.

If that’s the case, take my Expert’s Appraisal!

The boy didn’t dodge, and let the Impregnating Gaze hit him.

His stomach began to swell, and in 10 seconds it had become the size of the belly of a woman at the peak of pregnancy. Afterward, the pain of childbirth ensued.

Similarly, Song Shuhang’s own stomach swelled rapidly, before the pain of childbirth ensued.

Damage to the enemy 1000, self-inflicted damage 999.

The virtuous lamia said, “Let’s go, hurt each other~”

Fairy Creation said, “Let’s go, get pregnant together~”

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The black-skinned Soft Feather thought for a while, wanting to say something as well, but as the two senior fairies had said everything there was to say, she was left speechless.

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The boy placed his hands behind his back, squinted his eyes, and continued smiling. Whether it was pregnancy or childbirth, this kind of pain did not seem to affect him at all.

Song Shuhang also remained calm. He’d already gotten himself pregnant more than once. He was also not afraid of the Impregnating Gaze.

The boy said calmly, “This is what you chose to go with? Interesting.”

Song Shuhang said, “Yup. However, it seems like I wasn’t able to stir Senior in the slightest. Sure enough… Those who squint are all monsters.”

The boy replied, “Apologies, my eyes don’t often squint like this.”

“…” Song Shuhang.

“Now, it’s my turn. Of course, we’re not going by a turn-based system, and you can just whatever means you have at any time,” said the boy. He stretched out his hands, and lightly made a circle. “When making the other party cry, physical torture is one of the lowest-level methods. Crying from pain is inelegant, and it is also the most laborious method. In fact, the best way to make the other party cry is a mental attack.”

He then stretched out his hand, and pointed at Song Shuhang. “Great Sorrow Technique.”

A strange magical technique fell on Song Shuhang, taking effect on the boy as well.

“This magical technique can forcibly add sorrow to a cultivator’s mind, making their heart fall into despair, and causing them to cry out. How long can you last under this magical technique?” He then added, “As this magical technique was created by me, I am very resistant to it. So, this is actually slightly ‘unfair’, despite the fairness principle.”

Isn’t this just similar to the Tome of Never-Ending Tears? Song Shuhang thought to himself.

His resistance to this magical technique was average, so if the soft spot in his heart was poked, he would lose.

That being the case, if there was anything he could do, he should do so right away. After all, they were not in a turn-based system.

Song Shuhang reached out, swiping on his magical bracelet, and a transparent tear gem was taken out. He poured spiritual energy into the gem, and directly activated it.

Afterward, an endless sadness swept over him. This was the only time Slow-Witted Song cried out in grief in his life. It was the painful emotion that broke out when he learned of the destruction of the Crystal-Clear Water Pavilion.

[I’ll be leaving my sorrow to you, I hope you like it—Song One.]

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The effect of the gem worked on Song Shuhang and the boy.

However, it was not enough.

The boy’s expression remained calm, and the smile on his face did not diminish.

Song Shuhang took a few steps forward, and came to the boy’s body.

The boy asked, “Are you going to opt for violence?”

Song Shuhang shook his head, and the fingertips of the Defiant Whale Warrior’s Glove on his right hand partially retracted, exposing the tips of his fingers.

He pressed his fingers on the boy’s body, and at the same time, he switched to his smoke mode.

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Secret Appraisal Technique, Maximum Power.

Come and experience the limits of pain with me.

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As long as you don’t die, you’ll experience pain worse than death!

Whoever cries first is the loser.

The secret appraisal technique fell on the boy’s body, and Song Shuhang’s smoky body burst apart.

The price that he had to pay was far beyond his imagination.

The smoke had almost completely exploded into nothingness.

At the same time, a maddening pain assaulted his senses, directly transmitted to his soul.

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