After hearing what the man said, the anger in Hu Meier's heart seemed to have found an outlet, and she vented her anger and threw her spiritual energy at him.
"Why! Why should I bear all this!"
"After so many years, I have not made any progress in my cultivation. I still have to rely on constant awareness and spiritual knowledge to maintain my current state! Why is the way of heaven so unfair!"
...
Hu Meier screamed, sad and painful. She was like a crazy person.
The man allowed the spiritual energy to hit him without any intention of fighting back.
After more than ten minutes, Hu Meier had almost vented her anger. She threw herself into the man's arms and cried loudly: "Brother Yang, why, why do you want me to endure all this! When will such days end?"
Yang Qingtian just hugged Hu Mei'er, his eyes full of pain, and murmured: "It's all my fault, it would be fine if I didn't tell you this technique."
"This way we won't be separated, and you won't be in such pain."
Yang Qingtian's voice was full of self-blame. It was he who gave Hu Meier this skill when he saw that she couldn't improve her cultivation.
But as Hu Meier continued to absorb spiritual energy, her cultivation level continued to improve.
But his cultivation speed could not meet the spiritual energy that Hu Meier needed for promotion. This also led to the fact that when Hu Meier used the technique on him, she would not only absorb his spiritual energy, but also his life.
Because of this technique, only by absorbing the spiritual energy of people of the same level will it not endanger life.
Once the cultivation levels of two people are far apart, their lives will also be sucked.
In order to prevent him from getting hurt, Hu Meier began to hang out among various men in order to improve her cultivation.
After a long time, they joined Xuan Dao Sect. In order for Hu Meier to improve her cultivation, the two of them always looked at each other in front of others.
Forty or fifty years have passed, and Yang Qingtian regrets every time he sees Hu Meier like this.
"Mei'er, hold on a little longer." Yang Qingtian caressed her smooth jade face: "As long as the Xuan Lord's plan is completed, he will help you break through the innate perfection."
"As long as you break through your cultivation level and reach the realm of innate perfection, you no longer need to absorb spiritual energy to practice, and you don't have to worry about your realm falling."
"Then the two of us will wander around the mysterious world, and we won't have to worry about this kind of thing anymore."
Hearing what he said, Hu Meier raised her head and stared at him with tearful eyes, her eyes flashing with hope: "Brother Yang, can Master Xuan really help me?"
"It's definitely possible." Yang Qingtian's voice was full of determination.
Chen Feng, who was hiding under Zhang Hai's body, felt frightened while listening to their conversation.
I didn’t expect that Master Xuan’s methods were so powerful. The Xuanyi Sect had spies he had planted, and the Xuan Dao Sect also had spies.
In order to unify the mysterious world, the mysterious master really put a lot of thought into it.
Thinking about it, Xuanyi Sect and Xuandao Sect were bent on starting a war before, and they couldn't do without the help of these people he arranged.
The two hugged each other and chatted, and Chen Feng just listened.
After a long time, Hu Meier let go of Yang Qingtian: "Brother Yang, I'm really tired."
She looked out the window and saw that her face was that of a girl of eighteen or nineteen years old, but she showed a sense of exhaustion, like an old man who was dying: "If I don't succeed this time, I don't want to live anymore."
"No, don't worry, Mei'er." Yang Qingtian held him in his arms: "We will definitely succeed."