Chapter 1972: The Joy of Cultivation—How Could Outsiders Ever Imagine It?
Senior White Two's head-severing technique proved far more effective than Song Shuhang had imagined.
Even after Song Shuhang used his Pseudo-Immortality Smoke Incarnation to stick his head back on, it remained severed when his physical body returned. He tilted his head back a little too far while howling, and it came loose again.
This was no longer a Headless Knight problem on the physical level. It involved the level of Laws.
So Song Shuhang quietly cut short his mighty howl. He could hardly keep howling with his head hanging down his back.
Under the stunned gazes of the Confucian School disciples, he silently reached up with both hands, caught his head, and pressed it back onto his neck.
The scene fell utterly silent.
After a moment's thought, Song Shuhang raised his head again and, expressionless, finished the howl he had cut short.
It was not about preserving his image. That had been ruined the instant his head fell off.
It was simply that seven Life Wheels had formed inside him all at once. The feeling was so exhilarating that holding back a shout would have been unbearable.
Cultivation really was a wonderful thing.
Why could cultivators endure ten or twenty years of lonely seclusion?
Wasn't it obvious?
Because cultivation felt great!
People assumed secluded cultivation was tedious, but outsiders could never imagine the joy of it!
This time, though, Song Shuhang adjusted the angle of his upward howl slightly so his head would not fall off again halfway through.
At the same time, Merit Snake Beauty and Creation Fairy appeared behind him. Each supported his head with one small hand, just in case.
Seen on its own, the scene was rather heartwarming. Even lovely.
After a long