Transformation

The Emperor had undoubtedly seen Zhang Xuezhou's physical body in reality, which led Zhang Xuezhou to leave after entrusting Ren Anran with her affairs, lest he catch the Emperor's eye.

Before the window, only Ren Anran's voice could be heard reading aloud from the sixteen pages of notes she held.

Inside the Soul Jade, Ren Yisheng felt that Ren Anran had become mentally confused and was actually muttering incoherently.

The words were the same, but Ren Yisheng couldn't understand a single word.

"That's ridiculous!"

Ren Yisheng's antics were not directed at Ren Anran, but rather at Zhang Xuezhou.

He hoped Zhang Xuezhou would clear his head. He had ended up in his current state because of his reckless modifications to his cultivation, and Ren Anran had obviously followed suit. He needed to be rescued, not pushed further down the path.

"I've become like this, and An Ran has gone mad. It's impossible to know if she's safe or Wuyang..."

While the Lineage's elite development model certainly saved a lot of money, Ren Yisheng felt the Lineage was about to be wiped out when problems arose one by one.

This made him extremely resentful.

His arrangements are very comprehensive, and he is developing in the most precise and effective way.

But somehow he ended up in his current predicament.

The wavering and repetition of his thoughts left him feeling unwilling, and his already shaky spirit breathed out a final gasp of resentment.

This was indeed an extremely difficult time for him.

This kind of torment far surpasses the experience of retiring to a mansion in one's later years.

Back then, he could sit, lie down, and walk, and he had his own little world. But now, he feels like he's locked in a refrigerator.

He couldn't see himself; he even felt as if he were being sucked into a quagmire, sinking deeper and deeper.

Even after using various psychological techniques and case studies to relieve his own pain, Ren Yisheng still found this period of time unbearable.

He repeatedly tried to convince himself, but his convictions were repeatedly shattered.

In the end, all he felt was resentment at not being able to see a future for the Ren Household.

This unwillingness to accept defeat kept him hanging on by a thread.

This may be Ren Yisheng's bottom line.

He needed to see Ren Wuyang return safely, he needed to see if Ren Anran could recover, whether she could start a family and have children, before he could swallow the resentment in his heart.

He was somewhat dazed and didn't know how much time had passed until Zhang Xuezhou and Ren Anran continued their repetitive discussion, which brought Ren Yisheng back to his senses.

"Have several more days passed?"

Ren Yisheng murmured to himself, but his attention was quickly drawn to the conversation between Zhang Xuezhou and Ren Anran.

During their discussion, Ren Anran was responsible for lip-syncing the sounds, while Zhang Xuezhou was responsible for interpreting and constantly correcting them.

"The Yang Soul taking human form?"

"Is it that kind of Daoist magic?"

Ren Yisheng's thoughts drifted back to more than ten days ago, and he also remembered what Zhang Xuezhou had said.

Ren Yisheng remembered that he seemed to want to try out this Yang Soul Transformation Technique.

He simply couldn't wait any longer, nor could he wait until Zhang Xuezhou had mastered his divine skills.

When faced with extremely bad luck and circumstances, he was left with only the thought of fighting to the death or giving up entirely.

Caution, a complete theory of spiritual practice, trust, or mental strength—none of it matters anymore.

He thought of trying it when he was sinking deeper into despair.

This might be one of the few lifelines he can grasp at the moment.

Zhang Xuezhou's continuous chanting was in a language that Ren Yisheng could not understand at all.

But Zhang Xuezhou copied it onto paper in the language of the Scarlet Alliance State. Although there were many places marked with underlines and incomprehensible circles indicating unclear meanings, Ren Yisheng could still understand it.

A vast and chaotic spiritual force surged forth, deducing and progressing according to the text, while wisps of chilling energy began to flow into the Soul Jade.

When Ren Yisheng shivered, he felt as if something had entered his body.

My body?

When the strange thought arose, Ren Yisheng couldn't help but instinctively reach out his hand.

"I'm really pregnant?"

The touch brought a sense of delicacy to Ren Yisheng's heart.

It was as if he were reaching out to touch a baby's skin, soft and plump.

But this feeling came from him, which made Ren Yisheng quickly scan the area.

In the icy aura, he seemed to have gained a touch of concealment, which also caused the chilling coldness in his mind to quickly dissipate.

This was the first time he had felt warmth in such a long period of time.

This strange feeling gave Ren Yisheng a glimmer of hope. His gaze swept over the pile of text and diagrams, and when his mental power condensed into a single point, Ren Yisheng felt the world rapidly expand.

"I..."

When the sound produced by the vibration of his vocal cords burst forth from his mouth, Ren Yisheng looked at himself with a look of horror.

His hands, his legs, his body—everything began to appear in reality.

He could even sense the core of his body, which was a Soul Jade.

Previously, the Soul Jade enveloped him, like nurturing an infant; now, he is enveloped by the Soul Jade, as if the Soul Jade has become his heart, providing him with the energy to build his body.

The only drawback is that his body is too small.

Although he now has the appearance of a human, Ren Yisheng even feels that this person's appearance is very similar to his own before, but his size is far from enough.

Ren Yisheng glanced at the tray at his feet; it was just a container the size of a seashell, but in his eyes at that moment, it looked as big as a bed.

The Soul Jade can be placed on this tray, and his body can also sit on this tray.

In despair, he used part of the Yang Soul Transformation Technique to transform himself, and the transformation was successful, but it seemed that the transformation was not yet complete.

He was much smaller than normal.

His body even had a vague translucency, not the white color of flesh.

Ren Yisheng estimated that he was probably only three inches in size, which is about the length of a seven or eight-year-old child's foot.

He felt an overwhelming excitement, but this excitement seemed to have gone astray.

His freedom seems to have been achieved, but Ren Yisheng.

"Should I be happy? Should I not be happy? I'm free, but there's something wrong with my freedom. But no matter what, I'm free..."

Human desires and greed are inherent in human nature and will always exist. Before we get something, we always want it, but after we get it, we always want a little better, a little more, and then we keep pushing our goals forward.

Ren Yisheng was no exception.

He was aware of his own mindset, but he couldn't stop wanting to do better.

Cough cough cough!

He coughed forcefully several times.

In the past, his coughs could at least be heard throughout the entire house, but now his voice was noticeably softer.

Regardless, Ren Yisheng's cough drew the attention of Zhang Xuezhou and Ren Anran.

"Dad?"

Ren Anran's pupils contracted sharply, and even Zhang Xuezhou gasped.

"Professor, you're not even as long as a cucumber!"

Clearly, another special case has emerged under the Yang Soul Transformation Technique.

Zhang Xuezhou's Yang Soul was implanted within his body, while Ren Yisheng was transformed into a tiny, blurry figure with no normal form whatsoever.