Chapter 206

Praise? Not a word of it. Self-praise? As much as you want. Husan raised a hand to cover his face at that, realizing there was no point in pushing the matter further. The days of cultivation were too agonizing to look back on; had the gap in strength not been so vast—so immense that using him as a mount would have been humiliating—he never would have let Hu Er put him through the absolute grinder. And then there was the matter of Hu Er's methods. She had forcibly propelled his cultivation realm up to the Innate Great Perfection, but accumulating true essence could not be rushed. With no good solution for this, Hu Er had chosen the simplest, crudest, and most painful method available for a loving mother: she pried open his jaw and forced down dozens of bottles of medicinal pills.