Fairytales Come True, My Thumbelina!

"Is that so? Then, Master, isn't that far too hard on you? Chun Xing really wishes she could share more of your worries."

After listening to Qian Renheng, Chun Xing, who was hanging on his back, felt so distressed that she was nearly in tears.

Her little face pressed tightly against Qian Renheng's back, her expression full of self-reproach. She only hated that she could not help her master more.

Qian Renheng's expression stiffened when he heard her, and he coughed twice to hide the awkwardness in his heart.

What a cute martial soul, so innocent it was hopeless! How could this inexperienced girl understand what it meant for people's hearts to be treacherous?!

She made him, her master, actually feel a rare trace of guilt.

It was as if he had deceived a girl who trusted him. He was clearly lying, yet she believed him so completely.

But guilt was guilt. The grand blueprint of idle cultivation absolutely could not stop!

Qian Renheng collected his emotions and rubbed his chin as he began to think. Since his martial souls had to live in the outside world, there would be a great many problems to deal with.

"I can let you live in the outside world, but Spirit Hall is huge and crowded, with eyes everywhere. If you follow me around every day, wouldn't that be a little too conspicuous?"

Qian Renheng looked at Ming Ji before him, whose appearance was breathtakingly beautiful, like a lotus emerging from water yet no different from an ordinary person, and asked, "Speaking of which, Ming Ji, Chun Xing, can you control the size of your bodies? I mean, make yourselves a little smaller?"

"Control the size of our bodies?!"

Hearing this, Ming Ji only pondered for a brief moment before a flash of understanding crossed her eyes, deep as the night sky.

"Like this, Master?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a faint black halo unexpectedly rose over Ming Ji's body.

Immediately afterward, her tall, slender figure began to shrink rapidly before Qian Renheng's eyes.

In the blink of an eye, the beautiful, aloof Death Angel had already shrunk to the size of a little finger.

The black six wings behind the miniature Ming Ji began to flap lightly, making her look like a black sprite.

She fluttered through the air in a graceful arc and landed steadily on Qian Renheng's right shoulder.

She raised her fair, jade-like swan neck slightly, her cold and stunning face now carrying an adorable contrast, and asked softly, "Will this do, Master?"

"Wow! Big Sister is amazing! Chun Xing wants to try too."

Seeing this while still hanging on Qian Renheng's back, Chun Xing immediately cried out in surprise. Then a golden-green light lit up over her body, and she also began to shrink.

Before long, another miniature sprite the size of a little finger fluttered her wings and flew onto Qian Renheng's left shoulder.

One on the left and one on the right, two stunning miniature angels settled down just like that.

"Huh?" Qian Renheng looked at Ming Ji and Chun Xing sitting on his shoulders, their little legs still swinging in midair, and could not help saying in delight, "I only said it offhand, but it actually works?"

In that case, things would be much more convenient. He would not have to worry about attracting attention when going out.

Hearing this, Ming Ji pursed her lips in a faint smile. After shrinking, her peerlessly beautiful face had lost some of its cold aloofness and gained an indescribable cuteness.

As for the lively Chun Xing, she simply started hopping up and down on Qian Renheng's shoulder, seemingly finding this perspective incredibly novel.

"Ming Ji, Chun Xing, now that your bodies have shrunk to this extent, does it have any effect on you?" Qian Renheng asked.

Hearing this, Chun Xing immediately stopped and adorably placed her fair index finger in front of her lips, her large eyes full of confusion.

Effect? What effect? Being small was fun!

The composed and aloof Death Angel Ming Ji, however, quickly gave an answer. "There are still some effects, Master."

"While maintaining this state, our abilities will be greatly restricted. We cannot fight, which means we cannot use any power."

"To put it simply, after shrinking, we can only act as mascots. That is the only negative effect."

"What about cultivation?" Qian Renheng asked. Whether they could fight or not did not matter. If something happened, they could just grow bigger again.

But if they could not idle-cultivate, then the price of shrinking would be far too great. It could even be said to be not worth the loss.

"Cultivation? That won't be affected." Ming Ji smiled as she answered, "After shrinking, our refinement of the free soul power between heaven and earth will not be affected in the slightest."

Qian Renheng nodded slightly when he heard this and thought to himself, What does this count as? My own Thumbelinas, who can idle-cultivate, be carried around with me, and stay extremely hidden. Most importantly, they're also incredibly good-looking!

"Whoosh—"

"Whoosh—"

Just as Qian Renheng was still immersed in joy from discovering Ming Ji and Chun Xing's new ability, two sounds of something tearing through the air suddenly came from the distant horizon. Two streaks of light, as though ripping apart the sky, were flying toward them at astonishing speed.

Qian Renheng's eyes narrowed, and he immediately said, "Someone's coming. Ming Ji, Chun Xing, hide in my ears first."

Ming Ji and Chun Xing reacted extremely quickly. Their tiny wings gave a sharp beat, and they turned into two faint streaks of light, one black and one green, drilling straight into Qian Renheng's left and right ears.

The two little ones did not tuck themselves completely inside. Instead, they mischievously poked out their tiny heads, clinging to the edges of his earlobes and carefully peering outside.

Before long, the two streaks of light finally landed steadily in the training field.

"Great-grandson! My dear great-grandson, we finally found you!" Qian Wushuang's hearty laughter came first. Beaming with joy, he strode briskly up to Qian Renheng, clearly in an excellent mood.

Following closely behind Qian Wushuang was Chrysanthemum Douluo, dressed in a long robe embroidered with all manner of stunning flowers. His aura was feminine, and his appearance was bewitching.

Yue Guan's gaze was fixed tightly on Qian Renheng, his eyes filled with irrepressible excitement, fervor, and even a trace of nervousness he could hardly conceal.

"Great-grandfather, why were you looking for me in such a hurry? Don't tell me there's already progress on the herb-planting matter I mentioned yesterday?"

Seeing the two of them arrive, Qian Renheng had a faint guess in his heart and asked with a hint of doubt.

"That's right, it's about the herbs," Qian Wushuang said with a nod. "After rummaging through everything all night, we practically turned Spirit Hall's treasury upside down!"

"After carefully selecting them, we ultimately picked out one thousand rare herbs with sufficient age and pure bloodlines to serve as the first batch planted inside your Life Realm!"

Qian Renheng nodded slightly, not particularly surprised by that number.

Although Spirit Hall had vast wealth and resources, with herbs piled up like mountains, the enormous number of soul masters under its command consumed an astronomical amount every day.

Wanting to plant every herb in the treasury into the Life Realm all at once was clearly unrealistic.

Taking out one thousand of the most precious herbs and planting them in the Life Realm was the safest approach.