The Right Path

"Brothers, this is no good! They're down before I even saw their opponents!"

A grand gathering of sequencers is becoming increasingly surreal in Song Fengying's live stream.

As a participant, Song Fengying ran all the way and eventually made it to the final round.

If Song Fengying did anything, it was only that Song Fengying took down one contestant while randomly firing a gun.

What was supposed to be a serious and authentic field battle for sequencers turned out to be anything but intense in Song Fengying's live stream; it was more like she was just having fun.

This inevitably makes people think, "I could do that too," and makes more people believe that this is indeed a low-level casting competition for a film crew.

"But this is clearly a grand event for sequencers!"

Why has the most rigorous competition in the league turned out like this?

This sentiment wasn't limited to Lineage members in many provinces and cities; the complaints within the elderly mansions were no different.

"Ren Yisheng, how did your student's team win?" Luo Tianming exclaimed.

He belatedly learned that Luo Gaogao had also been defeated by the team that had "laid off a large number of people," and had even been eliminated from the top four, which made Luo Tianming somewhat indignant.

"Old Ren, isn't your student's ability beyond the curriculum?" Chang Kongluo asked.

"That kid shot my fingers and toes with a gun back then, so it's no wonder he beat a bunch of losers!"

Among the crowd, even though Ren Yisheng had doubts, Song Xianzong was the only one who showed no surprise.

Zhang Xuezhou's keen sense of combat is enough to outshine a group of young people. Song Xianzong felt that people like Zhang Xuezhou were not on the same track as many sequencers at all.

As long as these people are placed in the same social stratum as Zhang Xuezhou in the future, none of them will have a chance to defeat Zhang Xuezhou.

This is a small judgment he made after his battle against Zhang Xuezhou.

"It's settled, this kid's team is the strongest this year," Song Xianzong said.

"I don't believe it," Luo Tianming said.

"If you don't believe me, we'll bet two rounds," Song Xianzong shouted.

How do we bet?

Whoever loses the judgment should slap themselves a hundred times!

"I wouldn't participate even if I got slapped ten times!"

Luo Tianming may be stubborn, but he won't do anything that puts him at a significant disadvantage.

The current situation is 80/20, with Zhang Xuezhou's team having an 80% chance of winning. He can only gamble on the remaining 20% at most.

After thinking about the suffering he would endure from being slapped a hundred times, Luo Tianming immediately reduced the bet tenfold.

"A hundred slaps across the face! If you win, I'll slap myself a hundred times; if you lose, I'll teach you Mental Strengthening!" Song Xianzong shouted.

"Make a deal!"

Ren Yisheng hasn't said a word about Mental Strengthening Mental Strengthening in the past six months, while Chang Kongluo has been indignant about it.

However, both Luo Tianming and Song Xianzong have an extremely high need for Mental Strengthening.

Luo Tianming received accurate information, while Song Xianzong truly reaped the benefits.

If they want to extend their lives, they must take this path, and they may even need to go a long way.

It would be difficult to get Ren Yisheng to teach them. For now, they could only take it one step at a time, try to make a start, and then invite Ren Yisheng to give them guidance.

Luo Tianming considered all the details, inwardly cursing Song Xianzong, that guy who would die if he didn't take advantage of the situation, before finally agreeing.

The bet between the two wasn't very long.

The competition for the top two spots at the sequencing conference was restarted after only half an hour.

"I was a jerk, I was outrageous, I shouldn't have looked down on people, I admit defeat, I..."

The resounding slaps echoed throughout Ren Yisheng's room.

"That's great!"

Watching Song Fengying being knocked down and lying on the ground during the live broadcast, until the announcement of the team's victory ("a large number of them have fallen") was heard, Ren Yisheng couldn't help but stand up as well.

Looking at the alloy window that was firmly locked around him, Ren Yisheng reached out and grabbed it hard before finally having to give up.

I really want to go outside and see the world!

Ren Yisheng had settled into his retirement home, but when he saw Zhang Xuezhou and others win the championship, he also felt a mix of emotions.

But the mansion in his later years locked him in, and also locked his heart there, unable to move.

Ren Yisheng put down the visual device in his hand and slowly closed his eyes.

The ideas I had deduced countless times before resurfaced in my mind.

No matter which direction Ren Yisheng deduces from, the Mental Strengthening he guides leads to utter collapse.

This is also the main reason why Luo Tianming and others repeatedly made indirect inquiries, but Ren Yisheng did not respond.

If a path is wrong, he cannot use that wrong path as guidance.

How can I find the right path?

Ren Yisheng's mind was filled with countless thoughts, and his heart was not at peace.

Until he sought to combine Mental Strengthening with the Boundary Technique again, two three-legged crows took flight from the withered tree phenomenon manifested by the Boundary Technique.

Ren Yisheng felt a sudden clarity before his eyes.

He remembered that his eyes were closed, but he could clearly see the twilight mansion that bound him, as well as the blue sky and white clouds.

He even saw the exterior of the Louvre Palace.

If you continue in this direction, you can also see various high-end houses and research centers built by major Lineage in the Imperial City.

This feeling is extremely subtle.

When he looked back, he could even see Luo Tianming slapping himself while looking in the direction of his own house, Song Xianzong clapping excitedly, and Chang Kongluo shaking his head repeatedly.

Looking at his residence, Ren Yisheng saw only his hands clasped together, his eyes lowered, as if he had fallen asleep while sitting.

Am I dead?

Like a floating balloon, Ren Yisheng felt himself drifting and being blown into the sky.

Overlooking the Louvre Palace and the Imperial City, Ren Yisheng kept crawling towards the ruins of the Song family.

If he is already dead, Ren Yisheng hopes someone will claim his body; if it is an anomaly that occurred during cultivation, he needs to find Zhang Xuezhou.

In terms of realm techniques, Zhang Xuezhou is currently the only person worth discussing.

But Ren Yisheng didn't know if he could be sensed by Zhang Xuezhou and the others.

He could feel his vision constantly expanding, yet he could never see himself in his Ren Yisheng.

At that moment, he was like a formless ghost.

He can fly, he can penetrate any solid obstacle, he is practically indifferent to power grids and other equipment, passing through them without triggering any alarms or experiencing any adverse effects.

But as he continued to soar and extend his reach, Ren Yisheng could feel as if a rope was binding him, making it difficult for him to extend too far.

As time went on, the binding force even increased, forcing him to slowly retreat.

The ruins of the Song family's residence are nearby, but Ren Yisheng would find it difficult to enter.

"An Ran Wuyang? Xuezhou?"

Ren Yisheng could even sense that he was like a burning candle, and as the distance from his physical body continued to increase, his radiance not only became weaker but was also fading into darkness.

Feeling waves of tension and pain in his formless body, Ren Yisheng cried out.

But he exclaimed that no sound was transmitted.

He seemed very close to something, yet an unimaginable chasm lay before him.

"This might be a special effect resulting from the combination of realm techniques and Mental Strengthening. I must remain calm, remain calm..."

Pioneering in unfamiliar territory will obviously encounter many unknown problems.

Having experienced a brief but liberating period, and now feeling the real crisis, Ren Yisheng had to quickly regain his composure.

With no one else to turn to for help, he had to rely on himself.

"First, I must have a physical form..."

Unable to return to his physical body, the forms formed from his spiritual thoughts were illusory and boundless. After pondering for several seconds, Ren Yisheng decided to seek the possibility of a physical form for himself.