Good heavens, the ancestor has gone to confess his love again!

She jolted violently, her previously calm eyes suddenly contorting with turmoil, her pupils contracting sharply as she stared intently at Meng Luoli, instinctively blurting out:

How do you know that name?

This cultivation technique was her deepest secret, known to no one but herself.

She never revealed a word of this secret to her closest sister, fearing that it might implicate them.

Meng Luoli lowered her eyes, slowly and methodically smoothing out non-existent wrinkles on her sleeves, but her fingertips turned slightly white, revealing the turmoil in her heart.

"Sister, Third Sister is simple-minded and naive. You can fool her, but how can you fool me? Over the years, do you think you're the only one tormented by the blood feud of our family? I can't sleep at night. When I close my eyes, I see the tragic deaths of our clansmen. I can't forget those unforgettable pains for a moment."

She looked up, her gaze fixed intently on Meng Anran, her eyes already red-rimmed, and asked with a determined look:

"Besides that supreme imperial weapon coveted by cultivators across the land, isn't this 'Yin Yang Harmony Scripture' also one of the culprits responsible for the annihilation of our Jiang family? Have you encountered some insurmountable predicament these past years, causing your pressure to increase dramatically, forcing you to place your hopes for revenge on this extremely ominous cultivation manual?"

"I once sneaked into your secret room under the cover of night and secretly looked at the fragments of this cultivation manual."

Meng Luoli lowered her voice even further, tinged with a heavy understanding, "It clearly states that the balance of Yin and Yang can resonate with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, greatly increasing cultivation speed. Sister, this is practically a dual cultivation manual!"

"You are born with an extremely Yin constitution. If you can find a cultivator with an extremely Yang constitution, such as an extremely Yang constitution or a fiery constitution, to unite with, your cultivation speed will increase several times. However, if you can cultivate with the legendary Pure Yang Holy Body, your cultivation progress can be up to a hundred times faster!"

At this point, Meng Luoli could no longer control her emotions. Her voice suddenly rose, filled with uncontrollable heartache and questioning, and tears were already welling up in her eyes:

"Sister! Over the years, you've abandoned all your reserve and pride, actively befriending powerful figures from all walks of life, and mingling with all sorts of men. You've even been stigmatized as the 'Qingzhou social butterfly' by those who don't know the truth, enduring endless criticism and scorn. Isn't all of this just to find that elusive Pure Yang Holy Body?"

"For this martial arts manual, for revenge, you're going to give your pure and innocent body to a complete stranger whose personality, appearance, and character you know nothing about, and then be entangled with him day and night, bound by the constraints of yin and yang. Sister, are you willing to do this? Are you really willing to degrade yourself like this?"

"There's more!" She took a deep breath, her chest heaving violently.

"When you recruited those treacherous individuals as deputy palace masters of the Guanghan Immortal Palace, weren't you already preparing a backup plan? Were you thinking that if you couldn't find a Pure Yang Holy Body, and your Yin and Yang were about to become unbalanced and you were about to suffer a qi deviation, you would hand over your body to them and let them use their own Yang energy to force you to cultivate?"

By the end, Meng Luoli's eyes were completely red, and her voice was trembling with sobs. Every word seemed to be dripping with blood and tears, striking Meng Anran's heart hard.

Meng Anran fell silent.

Her hands, hanging by her sides, clenched quietly, her nails digging deep into her palms, bringing a sharp pain. But what was this pain compared to the torment in her heart?

Her eyes were swirling with complex emotions.

There was surprise, guilt, helplessness, and a hint of embarrassment at having his secret exposed, but no explanation.

"Big sister!"

Meng Luoli's voice suddenly rose, carrying a hint of a near-collapsed scream:

"Wake up!!"

"The Ten Sacred Bodies of the Human Race, which one isn't a once-in-a-millennium genius? How many years does it take for even one to appear? Now, across the entire human land, the only known remaining Sacred Bodies are the Ancient Sacred Bodies and the Battle Sacred Bodies. The Pure Yang Sacred Bodies disappeared into the long river of time hundreds of thousands of years ago, leaving not even a trace! Your arduous search is simply a waste of time!"

"If you continue to cultivate in this way, the final result will only be a complete imbalance of Yin and Yang, turning you into a slave to this evil technique, having your mind devoured by the technique, and ultimately even becoming a plaything to be manipulated, losing all dignity and freedom..."

Seemingly recalling that terrible ending, Meng Luoli paused, her chest heaving. She took a deep breath, barely managing to suppress the fear and grief in her heart. Her tone gradually softened, carrying a hint of longing and heartache:

"I remember when we were little, you told me that your dream was to find a handsome, gentle and refined man, travel the world with him, have a few lovely children, and then retire to the mountains to be a good wife and mother and live a simple and happy life."

"Although this dream was shattered the night our Jiang family was massacred, we still have a path of revenge to take! We can rely on our own efforts to cultivate and improve our strength step by step, find the mastermind behind it all, and avenge our family, instead of humiliating ourselves like this!!!"

"Sister, from childhood to adulthood, no matter what happened, you always preferred to bear it all alone, never uttering a single word of your troubles to us. Even now, you still choose to shoulder everything by yourself. Have you forgotten? We are sisters born of the same mother, blood is thicker than water. What can't you tell me? What difficulties can't we face together?"

Meng Luoli's voice grew softer and softer, filled with deep weariness and heartache, finally turning into a barely audible question, yet it struck Meng Anran's heart heavily:

"Sis, are you tired?"

After saying this, the tears that had been building up for so long finally burst forth.

Meng Anran remained silent throughout.

She slowly raised her head and looked out at the vast starry sky outside the palace.

The night was deep, the stars twinkled, but they couldn't illuminate the gloom in her heart.

Is she tired?

Over the years, she has navigated the world of all sorts of people, wearing a mask of pretense, enduring the pointing fingers and malicious speculations of others, bearing the deep-seated hatred of her family, and constantly guarding against the exposure of her identity and the covetousness of that old monster from the Qingyun Holy Land.

Being devoured day and night by the Yin and Yang power of the cultivation technique, my meridians often feel like they are being torn apart. I am exhausted both physically and mentally, so how can I not be tired?

But was it all worth it?

worth!

Everything she did was to find out the real culprit behind the massacre of the Jiang family and to avenge her tragically killed clansmen.

More importantly, it was to protect her two beloved younger sisters, so that they could live peacefully and safely away from danger.

She also longed to cultivate like ordinary cultivators, progressing step by step, without being impatient for quick results or paying such a heavy price. But…

She doesn't have time!