Chương 1198: The aggrieved Buddha’s Hand Fruit

Song Shuhang was unable to sleep.

In fact, ever since he'd reached the Fourth Stage Realm, he no longer needed that much sleep; it would not even be a problem for him not to sleep for several months. At most, thick dark circles might emerge under his eyes like those of Medicine Master.

For him, sleeping was more of a habit. In addition, while he was sleeping, he would also be quietly executing the ❮True Self Meditation Scripture❯ not to waste any time.

However, tonight, as soon as he closed his eyes, his mind would be filled with the various shameful postures of the ❮200 Must-have Skills for a Monster Spirit to Survive❯ and how he looked when he practiced the said technique.

"Go to hell, go to hell, go to hell!" Song Shuhang rubbed his face.

Why were the impressions of these shameful memories so strong?

As he was unable to sleep, he instead chose to practice the 'Thirty-Three Divine Beasts' Technique' until dawn.