A Gaze Across at the Emperor

"Boom!"

Lightning flashed across the night sky above Chang'an City, and the rain began to fall in a pattering patter.

"Master, your roof is leaking!" Rong Tianding exclaimed.

"It's normal for it to leak a little rainwater after a year of no one living here. Let's grab a basin to catch it!"

"Okay!"

"Let's have someone thoroughly inspect the roof tiles tomorrow, replace any that need replacing, and then it won't leak anymore!"

"Master, our bed collapsed! My cousin has fallen off!"

"No one has lived here for a year. The bed legs might have been chewed by rats or some insects. They'll collapse if they get wet. Carry Dongfang Shuo over here and put him here!"

"This bed..."

In the flash of lightning, just as Rong Tianding had moved Zhang Xuezhou to a chair, the chair collapsed.

The time was not long, only a little over a year, but without care, the Dong family's situation was hard to describe.

Rong Tianding even saw a group of small centipedes scurrying around amidst the thunderous roar.

"If my cousin hadn't made me go with the teacher, we would have been much more comfortable staying at an inn!"

Rong Tianding kept thinking about it, but quickly put his mind at ease.

After Zhang Xuezhou was resettled, he joined the pale-faced Dong Zhongshu in reciting the tomb scriptures in the thunderstorm.

The thunder in Chang'an City corresponded to the torrential rain in Western Capital.

Zhang Xuezhou rolled over on the medical bed and quickly removed the IV drip from his wrist.

He glanced around and saw Ren Anran standing blankly in front of the glass window, staring at the large raindrops outside.

Zhang Xuezhou had experienced a lot in the past seven days, but there was nothing in the secret manuals that needed to be copied immediately. The Yang Soul Transformation Technique was still in an imperfect stage, and the Crescent Moon Saber martial arts were of little use, so he had no intention of copying them.

This made him turn over, and after drinking a couple of sips of water and putting a tube of nutritional paste in his mouth, Zhang Xuezhou also stood in front of the windowsill.

What are you looking at?

Zhang Xuezhou made quite a racket getting up, jumping and eating, but Ren Anran by the window didn't react at all, not even glancing back, seemingly engrossed in watching the rain.

This prompted Zhang Xuezhou to move closer, observe the heavy rain for a few seconds, and then ask a question.

"There's someone staring at me, and he keeps talking, trying to tell me something, but I can't hear him!"

Startled by Zhang Xuezhou, Ren Anran shuddered for a moment before regaining her senses.

"The professor's matter will definitely be resolved, so don't put too much pressure on yourself," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"This doesn't seem to be a hallucination caused by mental derangement. He's standing in a pavilion, talking to me very seriously, and he's been talking for a long time!"

Ren Anran recounted her experiences with utmost seriousness, which made Zhang Xuezhou feel uneasy. If this wasn't considered a mental illness, then medicine would have to be redefined.

"But if you use lip reading to interpret his words, it's very difficult to string together each sentence into a coherent sentence," Ren Anran said.

She gestured, then opened and closed her mouth repeatedly, making a series of sounds.

"Gurgle, ah la lo a mo mo ti, gurgle ah gurgle a mo ti?"

"High God, can you lend me a hand and allow me to enter the Great World?"

Ren Anran's strange tone came through, and after several odd tones, her speech changed, and she began to speak in classical Chinese and the language of the Sacred Land.

This gave Zhang Xuezhou a chill, and the question of whether Ren Anran had previously exhibited mental symptoms vanished from his mind.

"A supreme god? This emperor?"

As he repeated Ren Anran's words, Ren Anran also took a piece of drawing paper.

"Look, he's been looking at me and talking to me," Ren Anran said. "I feel a special intimacy when I look into his eyes and talk to him, just like when I talk to my dad. And I can also feel my mental strength increasing!"

Ren Anran pointed to an old man wearing an imperial crown on the drawing paper. The familiar image jumped into Zhang Xuezhou's eyes, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Can the Emperor see this place?"

He was horrified.

However, the Emperor had previously fought against the extraterrestrial demons twice, so it wouldn't be surprising if he left behind some kind of coordinates related to Incantation Technique.

There has never been a definitive answer regarding the maximum range of Incantation Technique.

Some people can extend the distance of their Incantation Technique by thousands of miles, while others can do it by tens of thousands of miles, or even hundreds of thousands of miles, or even cross space as we are doing now.

The farther the casting distance, the weaker the spell's power becomes. Incantation Technique that cross space inevitably become nothing more than a coordinate, and even maintaining this coordinate is extremely difficult.

Zhang Xuezhou had seen the drawings Ren Anran had made, and after flipping through several pages, he could see the strained expression on the Emperor's face.

"He seemed to be using a lot of force, but I don't know what he was doing," Ren Anran said.

"He's putting in effort!"

Zhang Xuezhou thought about it.

He originally intended to investigate Ren Anran Ren Anran to see if she had any Law Power markings on her body, and then remove them directly.

But as his thoughts shifted, a few more ideas began to emerge in his mind.

"Come on, repeat this passage after me. Next time you make eye contact, read it to him like this!"

Zhang Xuezhou took out paper and pen and quickly wrote a long document using homophones.

"Try to get him to explain these words clearly, and see how he responds!"

Zhang Xuezhou pointed to the large number of homophones on the paper related to the Yangpo Transformation Technique, corrected several characters, and even marked the tones.

Reciting the Sacred Land's script in the accent of the Scarlet Alliance State was clearly something only the Emperor could understand.

Zhang Xuezhou then specifically added the word 'assessment'.

Whether it's the real Li Kui or a fake, just use the Yang Soul Transformation Technique to test whether it's real or fake.

Compared to the Venerable One of the Yedie River Holy Land or Dong Zhongshu, the Emperor is clearly the stronger interpreter.

Zhang Xuezhou Zhang Xuezhou n't have the guts to run back to the secret land of Western Kunlun to ask the Emperor for advice.

Not to mention that he would need to find a way back to the secret land of Western Kunlun, which would take an extremely long time, and the journey would be unpredictable, not to mention that he would inevitably lose control of his body in seven days, he could not guarantee that he could come out of the secret land of Western Kunlun smoothly again.

Now, there's no one from His Majesty to send someone to bail him out again.

After thinking it over, Zhang Xuezhou felt that if Ren Anran had this ability, communicating in this way seemed like a good idea.

The Yang Soul Transformation Technique not only benefits Ren Yisheng being, but it is also a new technique developed by the Venerable One, so that the Emperor won't be able to distinguish the real from the fake at a glance and despise it.

If Ren Anran's situation is merely a coincidental mental delusion, this can be directly identified.

"You really trust me that much?"

Ren Anran believes that Ren Yisheng's mental state is abnormal, but Ren Yisheng also believes that Ren Anran's mental state is problematic.

The two engaged in debates and provided their own verifications.

The matter was ultimately left unresolved.

Ren Anran felt that Ren Yisheng's spirit was impure, which led to the loss of various beliefs and even fickleness.

Ren Yisheng believes that Ren Anran has developed severe hallucinations and auditory hallucinations, and that the content mentioned in the revised Mental Strengthening is completely wrong.

Amidst the heated debate, the two eventually stopped talking to each other and went back to studying Chapter Five of the Mental Strengthening Chapter.

Even her own father didn't believe it, Ren Anran never expected that Zhang Xuezhou would actually believe it, and even come up with some kind of test.

"You... do you recognize this person?"

Ren Anran pondered for a few seconds before asking Zhang Xuezhou.

"I recognize him. He's a Jianghu emperor who's lived for over a thousand years," Zhang Xuezhou replied.

"..."

Zhang Xuezhou's response sounded like a joke, leaving Ren Anran unsure how to reply.

She was grateful for this trust at one moment, but at another she felt that Zhang Xuezhou seemed to be offering her empty comfort, treating her like a mentally ill patient as well.