Ah Yin Who Gets Beaten?

Looking at Ah Yin, who had developed a faint spark of Spiritual Intelligence, a thought suddenly came to him.

If he ground the Form Transformation Pill into powder, dissolved it in water, and watered Ah Yin with it, could it make her transform early?

After all, according to the laws of Douluo Continent, Soul Beasts could only choose between "abandoning their cultivation to transform and cultivate anew" or "continuing to cultivate into Ferocious Beasts" after reaching a Hundred-Thousand-Year cultivation. There had never been a precedent for a low-Age Soul Beast transforming directly.

Of course, except for that Hajimi—Three-Eyed Golden Lion.

But the Form Transformation Pill rewarded by the system already defied convention. Perhaps it could break this limit?

Jiang Zhen gently stroked Ah Yin's leaves with his Fingertips, his gaze falling on the tender shoots near her roots as he carefully considered it.

Although Ah Yin's Age was still under a hundred years, she had already developed rudimentary Spiritual Intelligence and could sense his emotions. Perhaps she could withstand the medicinal power of the Form Transformation Pill?

If he ground the Form Transformation Pill into powder, dissolved it in water, and let her absorb it through her roots...

The more he thought about it, the more feasible it seemed. Besides, he had a whole bottle. Might as well be reckless~

Jiang Zhen sighed softly, gently patting Ah Yin's leaves with his Fingertips as he said in a low voice:

"Ah Yin, Ah Yin, if I let you try the Form Transformation Pill, do you think you can transform?"

The moment he finished speaking, several of Ah Yin's leaves suddenly trembled faintly before gently winding around his wrist, as if responding to his expectations.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps between the leaves and fell upon Ah Yin's foliage, scattering fine flecks of golden light.

Jiang Zhen walked out of the house carrying a bowl of medicinal liquid.

After he ground the Form Transformation Pill into powder and added water, the water had directly turned into a milky medicinal liquid.

I wonder if the medicinal power will be enough...

Jiang Zhen walked over to Ah Yin and poured the medicinal liquid onto the roots at her base.

The moment the medicinal liquid seeped into the soil, Ah Yin's roots suddenly shuddered, as though some dormant instinct had been awakened.

The Blue Silver Emperor, which had originally only reached Jiang Zhen's chest, suddenly erupted with astonishing vitality—pale blue vines grew wildly at a rate visible to the naked eye, slender branches intertwining and weaving together.

They wrapped around her Main Body layer upon layer like living ribbons, forming a cocoon half a person's height in just a few breaths.

The vines on the cocoon's outer layer continued to thicken, glimmering with fine golden light. From time to time, blue-gold motes of energy leaked from the cracks in the cocoon and fell onto the surrounding grass.

Even the earth beneath his feet seemed nourished by that vitality. Blue Silver Grass sprouted everywhere, swaying gently as though cheering for this transformation that defied the laws of nature.

Jiang Zhen took two steps back, his Fingertips hovering in midair as undisguised surprise flashed through his eyes—this reaction was even more intense than he had expected.

He moved a flat stone over and sat down nearby, never taking his eyes off the massive gold-and-blue cocoon.

Time slowly passed. The light on the cocoon brightened and dimmed intermittently, and faint rustling sounds occasionally came from within, like a tiny life stretching its body.

Before he knew it, the sun had already begun to set.

Two and a half hours quietly passed.

Just as Jiang Zhen was about to get up and inspect the cocoon, the gold-and-blue cocoon suddenly shuddered violently.

The vines on its outer layer began peeling away and retreating at a visible speed, revealing the softly glowing inner layer beneath.

Crack—

With a soft sound, a fissure opened at the top of the cocoon. Gentle blue-gold light spilled out, illuminating Jiang Zhen's eyes.

The crack widened and widened, and a small figure slowly stepped out from within.

She was a little girl of around six, with soft blue-gold short hair clinging to her cheeks. A few loose strands hung over her forehead, swaying gently in the breeze.

Her skin was fair and delicate like a freshly peeled egg, tinged with a faint blush. But most stunning of all were her sapphire-blue eyes.

They were like clear blue crystals filled with water, blinking innocently as they curiously took in the world around her.

She was completely naked, without a scrap of clothing on her. Her tiny feet stepped on the grass, yet not a trace of dirt clung to them.

Her entire body radiated the pure, innocent naivety of someone untouched by the world.

The little girl's gaze quickly locked onto Jiang Zhen, as though she recognized him by instinct.

Her eyes immediately lit up as if she had found someone to rely on, and she ran toward Jiang Zhen on her short little legs.

Her tiny arms wrapped around Jiang Zhen at once, and she called out her first word in a milky voice: "Dad!"

Jiang Zhen's body instantly stiffened. Looking down at the "little bundle" clinging to him, his face went dark in an instant.

He raised a hand and rubbed his brow, then gently poked the little girl's soft cheek with his Fingertips. "Don't call me Dad! I don't have a daughter this old."

Little Ah Yin's head wobbled from the poke, her sapphire-blue eyes filled with confusion.

Her little brows furrowed slightly, as though she did not understand why she could not call him "Dad."

She grabbed Jiang Zhen's hand and shook it, then tentatively opened her mouth again and softly called out, "Mo... Mom?"

Jiang Zhen's face darkened even further, as if ink could drip from it.

He hurriedly held Little Ah Yin by the shoulders. His tone became more serious, though it carried a hint of patience that was hard to detect:

"None of those are right. Look at me, remember this—you have to call me 'Brother Ah Zhen,' understand?"

Little Ah Yin blinked and stared at Jiang Zhen's serious expression for quite a while before nodding as if she half understood.

Her little lips moved, and her soft, sweet voice sounded again. "Ah... Brother Ah Zhen?"

"Yes, good girl."

Only then did Jiang Zhen let out a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to reach out and pat her head, his gaze dropped, and he suddenly realized something—Little Ah Yin was still naked!

His face instantly flushed scarlet. He hurriedly turned around, using one hand to block Little Ah Yin's view while the other quickly reached for the Storage Ring on his finger.

With a thought, a neatly folded set of pale blue clothes appeared in his hand.

These were spare clothes he had prepared earlier. The fabric was soft and breathable, originally meant for himself, but they unexpectedly came in handy now.

"Stand still for a moment. Don't move."

Jiang Zhen's voice was a little unnatural as he turned back and carefully handed her the clothes.

"Put these on first."

Little Ah Yin still did not understand why Brother Ah Zhen had suddenly turned red, but she obediently held out her tiny hands and let Jiang Zhen help her get dressed.

The clothes were obviously far too big. The collar slipped down to her shoulders, revealing a patch of fair skin; the sleeves were long enough to cover her palms, leaving only a few tiny fingers exposed; the hem hung below her knees, making it look like she was wearing a loose little dress.

Jiang Zhen patiently rolled up her sleeves three times, tugged the collar back up, and deliberately slowed down while fastening the buttons, afraid that he might hurt her by using too much force.

Little Ah Yin curiously grabbed the hem and swayed it back and forth. Her azure eyes remained fixed on Jiang Zhen's profile as she softly said, "Brother Ah Zhen... the clothes are big."

"Yes, I know they're big."

Jiang Zhen patted her head, the corner of his mouth curving despite himself. "In a few days, I'll take you into town and have some clothes made that fit you, okay?"

Little Ah Yin nodded as if she half understood. Then she suddenly stretched out her arms and hugged Jiang Zhen around the waist again, burying her face in his clothes.

The faint fragrance of Blue Silver Grass lingered at his nose. Jiang Zhen looked down at the little bundle in his arms, his thoughts unknown...

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, falling over the two of them in a warm golden glow.

The surrounding Blue Silver Grass swayed gently, as though offering the tenderest blessing for this newborn bond...