"Bet on who cries first? Real crying, not fake crying, right?" Song Shuhang confirmed.
The youth smiled faintly. "Right."
"I agree. Then let the contest begin!" Song Shuhang declared.
The youth: "???"
"I bet on myself crying first." Song Shuhang said quickly, "Waaah, waaah, waaah~~"
The next moment, tears streamed down Song Shuhang's face. Tears the size of beans burst from his eyes, and he could not stop them.
This was a technique that existed in his memories. He remembered that Onion Lady was cultivating it too... Its name should be the Heaven's Weeping Canon. He had learned only the opening section, barely scratching the surface.
This technique could ruthlessly stab at a cultivator's tear ducts. The harder one cried, the stronger the technique's effect became. Once cultivated to a profound level, it could even affect an enemy's emotions. It was a terrifying technique said to make both the cultivator and their enemy unable to free themselves from crying.
Song Shuhang circulated the technique slightly, recalling the miserable experiences of the past few months—his endless deaths and ceaseless suffering.
To be honest, if Song Shuhang's Dao Heart had not been strong, anyone else who had endured what he had over the past six months might already have broken down under the torment of pain and repeated death. Even now, 88,888 voices still echoed through Song Shuhang's mind every night. That was the Appraisal Secret Method causing trouble.
For a period of time, he had constantly endured the mental stings brought by excessive mental power + 88,888 voices muttering in his ears like flies all day long + the pain fed back by the Appraisal Secret Method + the pressure of constantly facing death.
The Heaven's Weeping Canon was like a key that unlocked the tear ducts of the heart. Under