The little girl nodded repeatedly and turned to lead the way.
Qian Daoliu followed the little girl through a few alleys and arrived in front of a dilapidated stone house.
The house was very small, even the door was pieced together from wooden planks, with several cracks running through it.
The thatch on the roof was sparse, and in some places, one could even see the sky.
The little girl pushed open the door and stood to the side, feeling awkward, and whispered: “Uncle, our home is very run-down, please… please don’t mind it.”
Qian Daoliu nodded slightly and bent down to enter the house.
The room was dimly lit, with only a single oil lamp providing faint illumination.
The floor was covered with hay.
A few tattered clothes were piled in the corner.
On a bed made of stacked stones lay a middle-aged Peasant Woman.
The Peasant Woman’s face was pale, her lips were cracked, and she was so thin she was skin and bones, with her chest rising and falling weakly; she looked like she was on the verge of death.
“Mom!” The little girl ran over and grabbed the Peasant Woman’s hand, “Please hold on a little longer, Huahua has found someone to save you!”
After saying this, the little girl was about to kneel to Qian Daoliu again.
Qian Daoliu reached out to steady her and said softly: “Leave the rest to me.”
He walked to the bedside, raised his right hand, placed it on the Peasant Woman’s forehead, and injected a wisp of spirit power into her body to check her condition.
A moment later, Qian Daoliu frowned slightly.
The Peasant Woman’s illness wasn’t actually very serious; it was just a common cold, compounded by long-term malnutrition leading to physical weakness.
In the past, anyone who had undergone Spirit Awakening could perfectly resist this kind of illness.
Qian Daoliu realized something strange.
However, he did not ask immediately.
He channeled his spirit power, gently injecting it into the Peasant Woman’s body to dispel the cold air and repair her damaged Meridians.
Soon, the Peasant Woman’s complexion became rosy, and her breathing gradually stabilized.
She had been conscious the whole time and naturally knew what had happened; she opened her eyes, struggled to climb out of bed, knelt on the ground, and wept uncontrollably.
“Thank you, sir!
If not for your help, it wouldn’t matter if I died, but what would happen to Huahua?
She is only eight years old!”
Huahua also cried, running over to throw herself into the Peasant Woman’s arms, sobbing in a low voice.
Qian Daoliu felt heavy-hearted at this moment; he quickly helped the Peasant Woman up and signaled for her to lie back down and rest.
“Your illness is cured; you will be able to get out of bed after resting for a few days.”
The Peasant Woman expressed endless gratitude, and Huahua, wiping away her tears, bowed repeatedly to Qian Daoliu.
Qian Daoliu waited for their emotions to stabilize before asking.
“The illness you contracted is very common.
Even if you had only awakened the most ordinary Spirit, theoretically, your body should have been able to resist it.”
“But why haven’t you awakened your Spirit even now?”
“And your daughter as well; she should have awakened her Spirit at six, yet she is already eight.”
Qian Daoliu felt very puzzled by this matter.
He had just noticed that most of the residents in this small town had not awakened their Spirits.
This was very abnormal.
You must know, in the era he came from.
Spirit Hall would regularly send people to every town and city.
To help commoners perform Awakening for free.
How is it that in this current era.
So many people have not awakened their Spirits?
“Sigh.”
Upon hearing this, the Peasant Woman sighed.
Her face was full of bitterness.
“I want to as well, but Awakening a Spirit is simply too expensive.
It costs a full 10 gold coins.
I work myself to the bone all year just to barely have enough to eat; where would I get the money to awaken a Spirit?”
10 gold coins?
Qian Daoliu was slightly stunned upon hearing this.
This price was simply outrageous.
The cost of Spirit Awakening was clearly only a few bronze coins.
Here, they actually charge 10 gold coins?
“Are there no factions that help you awaken your Spirits for free?”
Qian Daoliu asked again.
The Peasant Woman shook her head, her tone filled with despair.
“That is not realistic at all.
Spirit Master is a noble profession.
Commoners like us at the bottom are destined to be commoners at the bottom for our whole lives.
Who would be willing to awaken our Spirits for free?”
Qian Daoliu’s expression darkened.
He had actually already accepted the disappearance of Spirit Hall.
After all, no faction could last forever.
But with the disappearance of Spirit Hall, is it possible that in this current era, there are no factions that care for the commoners?
Charging for Spirit Awakening is one thing, but 10 gold coins?
Why don’t they just rob people?
Can they not help commoners awaken their Spirits for free like Spirit Hall did?
At this moment, Qian Daoliu felt that this World was sick.
Without the protection of the Angel’s glory, this World is quite ill.
He took a deep breath.
Forcing down the anger in his heart.
He looked at Huahua.
A smile was squeezed onto his face.
“You are called Huahua, right?
How about I help you awaken your Spirit?”
Huahua was pleasantly surprised, her eyes shining: “Uncle, really?”
“Of course it’s true.” Qian Daoliu’s tone was gentle.
The Peasant Woman quickly refused: “Sir, Awakening a Spirit must be very exhausting, right?
You have already wasted time saving me, how can I trouble you again?”
Qian Daoliu waved his hand: “Spirit Awakening is very simple.
No need to thank me; this is what I should do.”
As he spoke, without waiting for the Peasant Woman to refuse, he raised his right hand, and a golden light covered Huahua’s entire body.
“Don’t resist.
Feel the Spirit within you with your heart, then try to guide it and condense it into your right hand.”
At Qian Daoliu’s current Realm, helping someone with Spirit Awakening did not require setting up an Awakening formation; it was just a matter of convenience.
Huahua nodded heavily, closed her eyes, and followed Qian Daoliu’s instructions to feel it with her heart.
Soon, she felt her own Spirit.
Huahua extended her right hand, a light flashed in her palm, and a sickle appeared.
Golden light flashed in Qian Daoliu’s eyes; he glanced at Huahua casually and gave the most objective evaluation.
“Spirit: Sickle, Innate 2-rank spirit power.”
“Although the quality of your Spirit isn’t good, you are very lucky; you possess Innate spirit power.”
He took a basic meditation technique from his spirit tool and handed it to Huahua.
“This is a meditation technique.
In the future, if you follow the methods within it and Cultivate hard, you can still become a Spirit Master.”
Qian Daoliu naturally had better meditation techniques in his possession.
But there is a saying: an innocent man is guilty of his own treasure.
Huahua was too weak and would not be able to protect it.
“Thank you, Uncle!”
Huahua was full of joy at this moment.
Becoming a Spirit Master was something she had only dared to dream of before.
She quickly took the meditation technique and bowed deeply to Qian Daoliu, saying repeatedly: “Thank you, Uncle!
Thank you, Uncle!”
The Peasant Woman also climbed out of bed, filled with gratitude, tears streaming down uncontrollably.
Qian Daoliu glanced slightly to the side, looking at the Peasant Woman, his tone carrying an apology.
“You are a bit too old; the Spirit within you has long since gone dormant, and I am powerless to help.
Please understand.”
The Peasant Woman hurriedly shook her head: “Sir, please don’t say that!
At my age, even if I awakened my Spirit, it would be useless.
As long as Huahua has hope of becoming a Spirit Master, I am already very satisfied!”
Qian Daoliu gave a hum of acknowledgment, pondered for a moment, and looked at Huahua.
“Huahua, go and notify the town.
Anyone over six and under eighteen who hasn’t awakened their Spirit can come here.
I will help them awaken their Spirit for free, without taking a single cent.”