Did any of you have that phase as children when you were especially picky about food? For example, when Li Su was little, what he hated most was green peppers. There was also a period when he hated carrots.
Back then, if either of those things was put in front of him and he was told to eat it, it was no different from killing him.
That sense of revulsion was something he could not accept, mentally or physically.
Of course, looking back on it now, that mindset was nothing more than childish fussiness.
But because his father had been relatively old, and their family had been very poor back then—so poor they could barely afford food, and he had known real hunger—he absolutely, utterly despised Li Su's fussiness.
And the way his family educated children back then was pure Huaxia style: filial sons came from beneath the rod.
Thus, the educational methods were exceptionally brutal.
Won't eat?
Then force it down!
Thinking back on those childhood experiences, tears nearly fell from his eyes in an instant. Sure enough, they were blood relatives. After all, only blood relatives would dare do something like that.
As for why this psychological shadow had suddenly come to mind?
Naturally, it was because he was currently suffering through the exact same thing—and the misery of it was tenfold, a hundredfold, a thousandfold worse than before.
An unknown force forced his mouth open, and a wriggling lump of living flesh was being stuffed inside.
Unbelievably, as he felt that flesh slide into his mouth, pricking like needles, Li Su's body and mind alike erupted with instinctive revulsion and resistance.
Honestly, he had experienced the cultivation of Supreme Flesh, and Buddha Land refining others.
The scene before him should not have been all that shocking. Yet