met free Chapter 264 The So-Called Soul Realm
Chapter 264 The So-Called Soul Realm
The next morning, dawn quietly broke. The sunlight, as if sifted through a sieve, filtered through the thin clouds and gently sprinkled the earth in wisps.
Mengxuanjun's eyelids trembled slowly, and then she slowly opened her eyes, which were still slightly sleepy at first.
When he fully regained consciousness, he found himself in a completely unfamiliar place. His eyes instantly revealed a hint of confusion and surprise, like a fawn lost in the jungle.
At this moment, Wu Heyi was sitting quietly on the windowsill.
His posture was somewhat languid, his eyes gazing into the distance as if he were looking at something extremely important.
His focused expression suggested that something in the distance was deeply attracting him.
"Old Meng, you're awake!"
Wu Heyi's eyes were a little tired from gazing at the sky for a long time. He rubbed his eyes slightly and turned his head to see Meng Xuanjun slowly waking up.
His words carried a hint of surprise.
What's wrong with me?
Mengxuan felt a sharp pain in her head, as if countless tiny insects were crawling inside.
The feeling was like someone had forcibly stuffed a tangled mess into my head, making my whole head feel swollen and extremely uncomfortable.
He frowned subconsciously, his throat was extremely dry, and the feeling of thirst spread, as if a fire was burning in his throat, desperately needing water to moisten it. That thirst kept eroding his consciousness.
"It's nothing, you just drank too much and blacked out!"
Wu He smiled and spoke easily. His smile was like a ray of warm sunshine, dispelling some of the somber atmosphere.
After saying that, he nimbly jumped down from the windowsill, like a nimble little cat, and walked quickly to the coffee table to sit down.
He picked up the kettle from the coffee table. The kettle gleamed with a faint luster, as if it were telling its story.
Wu Heyi skillfully poured Meng Xuanjun a glass of water, the water rippling slightly in the glass.
"Have some water! You must be very thirsty!"
Wu Heyi handed the water glass to Meng Xuanjun, his eyes filled with concern.
That concerned look was like a warm stove in winter, making one feel warm inside.
At this moment, Mengxuan felt dizzy, as if the whole world was spinning.
He tried to move his arm, but found that even lifting his hand felt weak, as if his hand weighed a ton.
However, he still reluctantly reached out and took the cup, slightly raised his head, and drank the water in the cup in one gulp.
The cool water flowed smoothly down his throat, instantly making him feel much more refreshed, like parched land receiving rain and regaining its vitality.
"Go take a shower quickly, let's get ready to leave!"
Wu Heyi pointed to the bathroom next to him.
He had already left a bucket of clean water for Mengxuan in the bathroom beforehand. The water in the bucket was still emitting a slight warmth, and on the chilly morning, the warmth was like a dancing sprite, making it look especially tempting.
Meng Xuanjun obediently stood up, his body still swaying unsteadily, as if the aftereffects of being drunk had not completely subsided.
He was like a candle flickering in the wind, struggling to maintain his balance as he staggered toward the bathroom.
Every step felt like a difficult battle with the earth.
Actually, Mengxuan Jun wasn't someone who had never drunk alcohol. Back in the Five Elements Sect, Wu Heyi was mainly responsible for overseeing the brewing process.
Wu Heyi's strict control over the brewing process stemmed from the absurd things he had witnessed in the sect.
For example, there was a time when someone got drunk and started wailing before his father even passed away. His wailing was so pitiful that it seemed as if his father was on the verge of death.
Some people, after drinking too much, would fly into a rage, causing their fathers to erupt in anger and immediately switch to online education mode; the scene resembled a fierce battle.
Such incidents occurred frequently, forcing Wu Heyi to strictly control the brewing process, ensuring that those people could only drink a little bit of the delicious fruit wine.
After all, fruit wine has a low alcohol content, so drinking a little won't cause any major trouble.
However, this has given some people the illusion that they have a huge capacity for alcohol and an extremely high alcohol tolerance.
Half an hour later, Mengxuanjun had completely washed away the smell of alcohol.
He felt as if he had been reborn, and his whole being became much more energetic.
He was like a little tiger that had just woken up and was full of energy. Then he followed Wu Heyi out the door.
"Unity, where are we going?"
Looking at the clean road in front of him, Mengxuanjun couldn't help but be a little surprised.
The road was so clean, unlike the slums he remembered. The roads in those slums were full of potholes, dust, and debris.
If it weren't for his exceptionally strong mental power, which had already covered most of the area, he would have thought he had already left the slums.
The entire slum was enormous, and to facilitate management, the government divided it into 64 districts.
Each small area is quite large, covering nearly 2 square kilometers.
These areas are like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle embedded in the body of a giant beast, each with its own unique atmosphere and story.
At the same time, there is a very clean and tidy place in each region, which is a very special place in their country - the Soul Realm.
The Soul Realm is an institution under the administration of the state, and it is the place where martial souls awaken.
A mysterious atmosphere pervades the place, as if it were gently veiled by a thin gauze.
However, this country is different from the famous Heaven Dou Empire; there is no public system for Martial Soul Awakening here. All Martial Soul Awakening here requires a fee.
Regardless of whether the awakened one ultimately has the potential to cultivate, before awakening, their soul power, equivalent to nearly two years of their lifespan, will be extracted in one go.
Such regulations are undoubtedly a heavy burden for the poor.
Because many poor people are already very poor, they simply don't have the extra money to use for martial spirit awakening.
Their lives were like a dilapidated house on the verge of collapse, struggling in the wind and rain.
Moreover, once awakened, if it is determined that there is no innate soul power and no ability to cultivate, the awakened person will also suffer from a period of weakness of at least one or two months due to the excessive lifespan that is extracted at once.
During this period, the awakened are unable to work and therefore cannot provide any help to their families, instead becoming a burden on them.
Even if one successfully awakens and possesses innate soul power, if the family's resources are insufficient to support cultivation, the progress will be very slow, which may also drag down the family.
Due to these various complex reasons, the number of Soul Masters in the slums is quite small.
Its rarity is like the twinkling stars in the darkness.
After all, for most families, the risks and costs of awakening a martial spirit are too high.
Even if one only possesses the strength of a Great Soul Master, they are already considered a very strong individual in this region.
But Wu Heyi knew very well that this kind of state institution, despite its seemingly simple conditions, possessed power that was absolutely extraordinary.
It's like a volcano shrouded in mist, calm on the surface but containing boundless energy within.
After walking for a while, Wu Heyi saw a rather simple altar.
The altar is very simple and unadorned, like a lonely old man standing there quietly.
A person stood quietly to the side, like a guard, as if protecting something important.
His posture was upright, like a pine tree, motionless. Wu Heyi never imagined that the awakening platform of a national institution would be so rudimentary.
Its simple appearance resembled a corner forgotten by time, exuding an indescribable sense of desolation.