After several days of this, Zhang Shaozhong felt like he was about to develop a split personality.

During the day, she has to be Ling Qingxue's "calm baby," and in the afternoon, she has to be Ye Meier's "raging beast." In between, she also has to find time to practice the "distraction technique" to harmonize the energies of those two sworn enemies within her.

Life was incredibly fulfilling (though chaotic).

But you know what, this "laissez-faire cultivation method" may sound unreliable, but it actually has a little bit of effect!

The most obvious improvement is that the range of activities has increased!

Previously, he and his two ancestors were truly "bound together," and if they were more than 100 meters apart, it felt like someone was sawing his head off.

Now, after several days of constant cleansing and adaptation to that faint chaotic energy (or rather, the contract mediation function), he is finally able to distance himself from those two.

That day, while the two big shots were meditating with one eye closed and the other studying why the barbecue stall downstairs was doing so well, he tiptoed out the door.

One step, two steps... 50 meters... It's okay!

100 meters... I feel slightly dizzy, like I've been drinking fake alcohol. 100 meters... The dizziness intensifies, but I can still bear it.

500 meters... Holy crap! My head is starting to hurt!

It feels like there's a nerve in my body that's dancing wildly! 800 meters... I can't take it anymore, my temples are throbbing, and my vision is blurring!

He gritted his teeth, held his breath, and sprinted forward for a while longer, until he reached the entrance of a small park about a kilometer away from his rented house—

"Awooo!" he screamed, clutching his head and crouching on the ground.

That feeling is back!

It felt like my soul had been forcibly torn in two, my head was filled with the deafening sounds of gongs, drums, and firecrackers, and I felt so nauseous I wanted to vomit!

It was slightly better than before; he didn't just black out and faint, but it was still enough to give him a hard time.

He scrambled back, and the closer he got to the rented house, the faster the tearing sensation subsided.

By the time he could see his own dilapidated building, his headache had mostly subsided, leaving only a slight buzzing sound from overexertion.

"Damn it... one thousand meters... is this the limit?"

Zhang Shaozhong leaned against the wall, panting, feeling both relieved and frustrated.

Thankfully, he no longer has to ask permission to go to the toilet. What's frustrating is that his activity range is limited to going downstairs to the supermarket to buy a discounted egg. He can't even wander off to an internet cafe to enjoy the air conditioning!

He returned to his rented room dejectedly, and as soon as he opened the door, he was met with two pairs of unreadable eyes.

Ling Qingxue remained seated, her tone calm and unwavering: "I sensed your aura suddenly depart and then rapidly return. Did you go to test the boundaries of the contract?"

Night Enchantress crossed her legs and began to curse loudly:

"Kid, you've got some nerve! We're all this way apart, it's giving us a headache too!!"

Zhang Shaozhong slumped onto the sofa, listlessly making a "one" gesture with his hand.

"One thousand meters... at most one thousand meters... if it's one meter more, I reckon I'll have to perform an out-of-body experience for you two right here and now."

"One kilometer?"

Night Enchantress blinked.

"That's not bad! Now we can go downstairs to buy barbecue skewers!"

Her thinking is always so direct and always related to food.

Ling Qingxue frowned slightly:

"Only a kilometer away? It seems the binding force of the contract is far beyond our imagination. Even with that strange energy slightly adjusting it, the essence hasn't changed much."

Zhang Shaozhong wailed:

"Hey guys! This isn't enough! I want to find a job! I can't really go downstairs and work as a bricklayer, can I?"

The foreman can't be recruiting workers downstairs every day! I'll be stuck if it's more than a kilometer away, what am I going to do?

This is indeed a real problem.

Previously, I was tied up within 100 meters and couldn't do anything.

The range has now been expanded to one kilometer, which sounds like a lot more, but in reality... it's just a change from "absolute confinement" to "outing in the neighborhood."

Thinking about finding a proper job to earn money to support your family (and two ancestors) is just wishful thinking.

Night Enchantress pouted:

"What a hassle! If this were where we were, we could just scan with our divine sense and hear messages from a thousand miles away. Why go through all this trouble?"

Ling Qingxue ignored her complaints and pondered:

"Perhaps... there is still a way."

The two men immediately looked at her.

Ling Qingxue continued:

"The bondage of the contract originates from the soul link. The fact that the distance has now extended indicates that the strength of your soul has increased, perhaps due to your recent cultivation and the cleansing of that energy, thus enabling it to withstand the pull over a greater distance. If you continue to strengthen it, the range may even expand further."

Zhang Shaozhong's eyes lit up:

"That makes sense! It's like building muscle! So if I practice more, will I be able to run farther and farther?"

"That's the theory, but the process is by no means easy."

Ling Qingxue poured cold water on him.

"The pain of the soul being torn apart is no small matter. And the closer one gets to the limit, the more intense the pain becomes, and there is even a risk of damaging the soul's source."

Night Enchantress, however, became interested:

"What's there to be afraid of in pain? Kid, from now on, add a new activity every day! Go stay at the extreme distance! Every second you stay there is a second more!"

This is called... um... desensitization therapy! Yes! It's like training your resilience; you get used to it after a while!

Zhang Shaozhong's face turned pale:

"Desensitization therapy?! Sister, are you using me as a punching bag?! A punching bag on a spiritual level?!"

"Otherwise what?"

Night Enchantress said matter-of-factly, "Don't you want to make money? Don't you want to live a life of luxury? Don't you want to get rid of us... uh, I mean, send us home as soon as possible?"

That last sentence struck a nerve with Zhang Shaozhong. He looked at the bare walls of his rented room, then rubbed his rumbling stomach, and finally steeled himself:

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