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Soon after, he noticed a warehouse unloading goods, with heavy wooden crates needing to be carried by hand.
The foreman was a tall, thin man with a pipe in his mouth.
“Uncle, do you need any help?
I’m very strong!”
Lu Feng stepped forward and asked.
The foreman glanced at his thin frame and sneered:
“Little guy, with your size, don’t let the box crush you.
Go away, get out of the way!”
Lu Feng did not give up.
He saw a larger wooden box next to him and gritted his teeth.
He secretly channeled a wisp of his soul power, lowered his waist and exerted force, and actually managed to lift the box off the ground.
(TL: bro acts like if there weren’t many soul masters known to the public… bro couldve just said hes a level 8 9 10 or whatever level below 10 and that would’ve given him more credibility to do shit rather than do this secret shit…)
However, the wound on his back was aggravated, and a sharp pain shot through him, causing him to groan and nearly drop the box.
A flicker of surprise crossed the foreman’s eyes, but seeing the cold sweat on his forehead and his slightly trembling arm, he waved his hand dismissively.
“Alright, alright, you’re just forcing yourself.
This work is heavy, and you’re only a few years old, plus you’re injured.
You can’t do it, you can’t do it.”
“Here’s two copper coins, go buy some food, don’t die here.”
Holding those two meager copper soul coins, Lu Feng felt a mix of emotions.
He walked up to a pharmacy and inquired about the price of herbs for treating sprains and bruises.
The senior doctor in the clinic examined his injuries and frowned, saying:
“Little one, your injury is quite serious!”
“It requires top-quality wound medicine, both internally and externally, along with several herbs to regulate qi and blood; it will cost at least five silver soul coins.”
Five silver Soul coins!
This was undoubtedly an astronomical figure for Lu Feng, who was penniless.
He clutched the only two copper coins in his hand and silently left the pharmacy.
As the sun rose higher, the market grew increasingly bustling, but Lu Feng felt a sense of powerlessness.
Despite possessing level twelve soul power, his injuries and lack of connections make even basic survival incredibly difficult.
He leaned against the cold wall of a small alley, feeling the throbbing pain from his wound and the emptiness in his stomach.
For the first time, he deeply realized that in this world, power is meaningless if it cannot be transformed into actual resources for survival.
Just when he was at his wit’s end, an old man selling roasted soul beast pelts took pity on him and kindly offered a suggestion:
“Young man, I can see that you have soul power flowing through you.
You must be a Soul Master.”
“Why don’t you register at Spirit Hall?
I heard that once you register, you can receive money every month!”
Lu Feng was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, then slapped his forehead.
Vague memories of a past life flooded his mind—
Spirit Hall does indeed have a tradition of providing monthly subsidies to registered Soul Masters, and the amount seems to be quite substantial.
This made his impression of Spirit Hall complicated; at least in this matter, it did do something good.
With this thought in mind, Lu Feng thanked the old man and immediately inquired about the location of the Spirit Hall Branch.
The Spirit Hall Branch of Di’ao City is located on the west side of the city’s central square and is a magnificent Roman-style building.
White marble columns support the vaulted ceiling, and angel statues stand solemnly in front of the entrance.
Lu Feng walked into the hall somewhat nervously.
The interior is spacious and bright, with a floor so shiny it reflects light like a mirror.
Several deacons dressed in Spirit Hall uniforms were busy at work.
A young female deacon, seeing Lu Feng’s ragged clothes, did not show disdain, but instead gently stepped forward to inquire:
“Little friend, is there something you need?”
“I…I want to register as a Soul Master and receive subsidies.”
Lu Feng said somewhat nervously.
The female deacon smiled slightly: “Alright, please follow me.”
She led Lu Feng to a side room, took out a form for him to fill in basic information, and explained:
“Registration requires verification of your Martial Soul and Soul Power level.
Little friend, please release your Martial Soul and Soul Rings.”
Lu Feng took a deep breath and focused his mind.
In an instant, a scorching aura spread out, and a bright yellow soul ring rose from beneath his feet, slowly rotating!
A crimson halberd with an ancient design and wrapped in dark red flame patterns took shape in his hand!
“This is a 100…
500-year soul ring?!”
(TL: you cant tell age apart this well just by looking, at most they just know it’s a yellow ring which means its in the hundreds not that its exactly 500 years old)
The female deacon gasped in surprise, nearly dropping her pen.
She stared in disbelief at Lu Feng’s youthful face and his striking first Soul Ring; it was simply unheard of!
The commotion in the side hall attracted other people, including a middle-aged man in a red robe with a dignified air—
Bishop of the Di’ao City Spirit Hall Branch, Level 66 Battle Soul Di Noir.
Neuer’s sharp gaze lingered on the Flame God Halberd Martial Soul and the yellow Soul Ring for a long time, his eyes flashing with astonishing brilliance.
“Child, what’s your name?
Is this Martial Soul…
a family heirloom?”
“My name is Lu Feng.
This Martial Soul is not inherited…
it appeared when I awakened it.”
Lu Feng answered cautiously.
Bishop Neuer walked up to him, his voice trembling with barely concealed excitement:
“Lu Feng, your talent is one in a million!
This martial soul is of extremely high quality, and the first soul ring is five hundred years old.
Your future is limitless!”
On behalf of the Bishop of the Spirit Hall Branch of Di’ao City, I sincerely invite you to join Spirit Hall.
The resources within the palace will be tilted towards you, and a Soul Douluo-level expert will personally guide your cultivation!
A collective gasp of astonishment filled the air.
The bishop personally invited him and even promised to provide guidance from Contra – what an honor!
Lu Feng’s heart skipped a beat.
Resources and guidance are exactly what he urgently needs.
But memories of his past life shrouded him like dark clouds—
The giant waves of Jialing Pass, the harsh military orders of the Spirit Empire, and a deeper sense of vigilance against being drawn into the conflict between major powers.
After a moment, Lu Feng took a deep breath, suppressed his impulse, and bowed respectfully but firmly:
“Thank you for your kindness, Your Excellency.
But I am used to being undisciplined and at the moment I only want to cultivate alone and temper my character.”
Bishop Neuer’s expectant expression instantly turned to astonishment, followed by deep regret.
After a moment of silence, he sighed:
“Everyone has their own ambitions, and you can’t force them.
Such talent…
alas, what a pity, what a real pity.”
He waved his hand, indicating to the female deacon:
“According to the rules, register this young friend Lu Feng and issue this month’s subsidy.”
To Lu Feng’s surprise, Bishop Neuer was neither angry nor troubled by his refusal; instead, he instructed him:
“Since you’ve chosen to go it alone, you need to be even more careful.
Once your talent becomes known, it might attract unnecessary attention.”
“This is your allowance, please accept it.
Remember, the gates of Spirit Hall are always open for you.”
Lu Feng accepted the gold soul coin, his feelings complicated.
He bowed to Bishop Neuer again:
“Thank you for your understanding, Your Excellency.
I will remember your kindness today.”
After saying that, Lu Feng turned and left the Spirit Hall Branch.
Clutching the golden soul coin that could solve his current predicament, his perception of Spirit Hall subtly shifted.
Bishop Neuer stood by the window, watching Lu Feng’s departing figure, and murmured to himself:
“The Flame God Halberd…
an unheard-of top-grade martial soul.
This child’s future is truly limitless!”
Lu Feng found an old doctor with a sign that read “Bai Cao Tang” in a quiet alley in the south of the city.
The old doctor had white hair and beard, but his eyes were very clear.
He carefully examined the bruises and several reopened old wounds on Lu Feng’s shoulders and back, and slowly said:
“Your muscles and bones are somewhat damaged, and your qi and blood are severely depleted.”
“It is necessary to apply a plaster that promotes blood circulation and removes blood stasis externally, and then take a decoction that warms and nourishes the meridians internally.”
Three days’ consultation fee and medicine cost, totaling seven silver soul coins…