Methods for Soul Enhancement

Zhang Hao trusted Mi Feng implicitly, believing every word he said. Since they started working together, his life had completely changed, and Zhang Hao was very grateful to Mi Feng for that.

He lay down in the secret coffin, and the lid closed automatically. He lost control of his body, with only his consciousness able to move. It was pitch black all around. Suddenly, he had an epiphany: his body had changed.

A heart-wrenching pain spread throughout his body. Zhang Hao knew this was his soul adapting. He also understood clearly that if his body couldn't withstand his soul, and it collapsed, his soul would return to his original body. Therefore, he wasn't afraid of this soul transfer; he wouldn't die, nor did he have to.

The period of pain was relatively short, while the period of extreme comfort was slightly longer.

All his senses returned, followed by a feeling of numbness all over. His body felt weak, but as long as he had sensation, there was no problem. This meant his soul had successfully transferred to the clone.

He finally managed to climb out of the crystal coffin and put on the clothes he had prepared. Zhang Hao's hands and feet were weak. He barely managed to dress before collapsing onto the ground of the bridgehead, sleeping soundly. There weren't many ways to nourish the soul, and sleeping was the most effective. The saying "a good night's sleep fixes everything" was true.

He didn't know how long he slept before Zhang Hao finally woke up. He felt refreshed and invigorated, but his stomach started growling ferociously. After greeting Mi Feng, he hurried back to the villa. The time he spent in the bridgehead was different from the time in the real world; almost no time passed outside. Back at the villa, he began to gorge himself.

This was the first meal for this new body. With the help of nanomachines, Zhang Hao ate about ten pounds of rice and twenty to thirty pounds of meat and vegetables. After a trip to the toilet, his body and soul were finally balanced.

Zhang Hao stood before the large mirror, feeling a bit dazed. When he had designed it, he had focused on perfection. But now that he was actually using it, he realized this body wasn't just about being handsome; it was too beautiful. Even he found it pleasing to the eye.

His skin was incredibly flawless. His eyebrows, eyes, nose, and lips were exquisitely drawn, like a painting.

Zhang Hao began to worry. He had overdone it. With such a beautiful face, he didn't know what to do. He scratched his head, a wry smile appearing. Yet, even this slight smile made Zhang Hao feel a pang of heartache. Then he realized, this was his face. He couldn't help but cry out inwardly, What am I doing? With a face like this, how can I go out and see people? The change is too drastic.

As long as I like it, what's the point of regretting it!

Mi Feng reappeared.

Zhang Hao said, "I don't regret it. I'm just wondering how I'm supposed to go out and see people? The people who knew me before definitely won't recognize me."

"They will! As long as they are controlled by your nanomachines, they will recognize you without any doubt."

"Even if they have doubts, give them a nanomachine! Control them!"

Zhang Hao didn't know many people, so it wasn't a big problem. However, he felt guilty. After all, his appearance had changed so drastically, and his old ID card wouldn't match his face.

"The ID card has already been processed. Cheng Yuan will deliver it. As for everything else, you don't need to worry; it's all been taken care of."

Mi Feng knew Zhang Hao's unease and directly provided the answer.

Zhang Hao couldn't believe it. "Is that true or not?"

Just then, Cheng Yuan's call came in: "Mr. Zhang, I left your ID card in my car. I'm already at the entrance."

Zhang Hao opened the door, and Cheng Yuan entered, holding the ID card. Seeing Zhang Hao, he showed no surprise, as if Zhang Hao had always looked this way.

After Cheng Yuan left, Zhang Hao took the ID card and looked at it repeatedly, marveling, "Interesting, haha, interesting!" He then asked, "Great God, I have a few questions. Can you explain them? Besides crossing the temporal bridgehead, are there any other ways to enhance the soul?"

"Of course!"

"Sleeping is one way. Besides that, the more people who know you, the more your soul will enhance."

Zhang Hao was surprised. "More people know me? What do you mean?"

"It's not that you know more people, but that more people know you. This can help enhance your soul."

Mi Feng was lying. He actually knew about soul cultivation methods but felt it wasn't appropriate to mention them now, so he found this way to distract Zhang Hao.

Zhang Hao was dumbfounded. He understood Mi Feng's meaning. For people to know you, you could become a high-ranking official with significant exposure, or a host, actor, or artist, all of which have good exposure. This would lead to enough people knowing you.

Of course, becoming a major entrepreneur or capitalist would also provide sufficient exposure.

Given Zhang Hao's temperament, he had no desire to pursue these professions. He wanted to be a low-key person.

"Becoming an official is impossible. I can't sing or dance or act, and I'm not interested. As for becoming a famous businessman or a well-known entrepreneur, I can't do that either. Although I have some money, there are too many wealthy people in this world; my money is nothing."

"So, this method of enhancing the soul can be forgotten."

Coward! You're such a coward!

Zhang Hao was speechless. He was indeed a coward; he couldn't help it. His nature was hard to change. If no one forced him, he would rather hide in his villa, read books, cook, and paint oil paintings. That was his pleasure.

After a while, Zhang Hao said, "So be it, I'm a coward. Asking me to act or sing is impossible. As for becoming an official, don't even mention it; I'm not cut out for it!"

"Why aren't you talking?"

What's the point of talking? Will it be useful?

Zhang Hao couldn't help but chuckle inwardly. He had actually made Mi Feng curse, which was a rare sight.

The next day, another large batch of items was moved in. Large and small wooden crates were placed in the yard by workers, who then left. After the gate was closed, ten robotic ants came to move them.

Zhang Hao watched from the side; he didn't need to lift a finger. Ever since he got the robotic ants, even cleaning was done by them, usually at night. By morning, the entire villa was spotless, with almost no dust visible on the floor.

These wooden crates were opened directly in the yard. Zhang Hao discovered there was a grand piano, as well as various appliances he didn't understand at all.

A high-end recording studio was quickly set up on the second floor of the villa. Various musical instruments, recording equipment, and photography equipment were installed by the robotic ants.

Zhang Hao was astonished. "Great God, what are you planning to do?"

"Since you're idle during this period, and you don't know how to do anything, I'll have you learn some things."

Zhang Hao immediately knew he had angered the Great God, and he was going to torment him. He thought about running away but found he couldn't even move his feet. "Great God, I was wrong, I was wrong..."

"You know you were wrong? Good, then you must study hard, understand?"

"Yes! Yes! Great God, I'll study hard... I'll study hard..."