This feeling was very similar to the powerless feeling he had when he was being hunted and had nowhere to go as a child. Qian Yue suddenly wanted to laugh at himself, but he felt powerless all over.
His spiritual power came from actual combat, accumulated bit by bit, dug out from blood, dirt, and piles of corpses. He trusted no one, so he had no such thing as a spiritual cultivator. His spiritual power came from within, acquired through his own practice. While the process was difficult without the assistance of a spiritual cultivator, it was precisely because of this that he was stronger than those surrounded by countless spiritual cultivators, his power more solid. That's why, a century ago, he was unbeatable in a fight.
Unexpectedly, this habit would be broken by someone, forced by himself, and given an opportunity by a mysterious woman. His defeat in the final battle years ago had left him with little spiritual energy and a significant loss of physical strength. For a hundred years, his strength had only been slowly accumulating. Last night, he absorbed the spiritual energy bestowed upon him by the spiritual cultivator, but it unexpectedly failed to resonate with his own pure spiritual energy, leading to his current state. Even so, he could feel his strength gradually returning. Perhaps, this woman wasn't sent by them, but rather, had come for him.
How could this be possible? How could such a coincidence happen to Qian Yue? Everyone had already given up on him...
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Qian Yue's consciousness was gradually fading, but he couldn't help but wonder what she would do. When he couldn't resist, when he had no consciousness, after what he had done to her last night, what would she do? She was very curious.
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"Hey, Qianyue." Seeing that his breathing was getting weaker and weaker, Su Yin patted his face hard again.
Su Yin was annoyed. How could this person always be like this? He could get angry if he wanted to, kill people if he wanted to, and faint if he wanted to. She thought, sighing helplessly. What's wrong with being handsome? Can you easily gain other people's sympathy just by being handsome? Qian Yue, this is the last time, really the last time.
The spiritual energy in his body was gradually becoming regular, and it began to nourish his long-dry body from his dantian. This felt really good. He could already feel the suppression of the Xuantian Lock on him gradually weakening.
Qian Yue's consciousness began to return. He slowly awoke, feeling something on his face. He tugged at it casually, squinting his eyes, and tossed the object away. A rag? Who would dare put something like that on his face? He slowly diffused his spiritual power around him, and suddenly realized Su Yin's claws were gripping his arm tightly.
A storm began to build on Qian Yue's face. Had he taught her too few lessons, or had she become so presumptuous? Even though she was now his spiritual cultivator, he would never allow her to cross his boundaries. It was time for him to teach her who was the master.
Su Yin was sleeping by the pool, exhausted from the past few days. Suddenly, she felt the heat rising from her arm. She freed one hand and instinctively threw a wet cloth away, which landed squarely on Qian Yue's face.
Qian Yue was about to lose his temper when a piece of cloth hit him squarely in the face. He shook off Su Yin's hand and flung the rag into the water. How dare she treat him, the demon king Qian Yue, like this? A storm began to gather on Qian Yue's face, and he slowly walked towards Su Yin, who was sleeping soundly by the pool.
Su Yin felt her hand being shaken away and murmured, "Not behaving well again." Su Yin took out the third piece of cloth from behind her like a magic trick and woke up slowly.
"What if he really becomes a fool due to the high fever he has had these past few days?" She muttered to herself, and was about to put the cold cloth on Qian Yue's forehead herself. The next moment, Su Yin felt a shadow appear in front of her.
"What's going on?" Su Yin was startled. She rubbed her eyes and looked at the handsome face with a dark expression on her face. The golden pupils were staring at her.
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