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He thought Bibi Dong would read it, appreciate it, and cherish his manuscript like a precious treasure.

He thought he would stand in the main hall of the Spirit Hall, facing those elders, and prove with irrefutable theories and evidence that he was not a useless person.

But he did not see Bibi Dong.

He waited outside Wuhun City for seven days. After seven days, a guard came out and told him that His Holiness the Pope was too busy to see him.

He asked, "What about my manuscript?"

The guard said that the manuscript had been handed over to His Holiness the Pope, and that he should return.

He didn't know if Bibi Dong had read the manuscript.

He wondered if Bibi Dong's eyes would light up with the light he had imagined when she saw the manuscript.

All he knew was that after that, Bibi Dong never mentioned the manuscript again, nor did she ever contact him again.

She simply had someone send him a sum of money each year, no more, no less, just enough for him to live on.

He spent the money very frugally, but it still wasn't enough. When he was in debt, he would take his honorary elder token to the branch hall of the Spirit Hall to freeload.

He leaned against a big tree, gazing at the distant sky.

The sky was very blue, as blue as a piece of washed silk.

A few white clouds drifted slowly, sometimes gathering together and sometimes scattering, like a group of people who didn't know where to go.

He suddenly found it funny that his whole life had been like those white clouds, drifting whichever way the wind blew, never deciding his own direction.

Or rather, he made a decision, but his decision was never used.

He wanted to become a Soul Master, but the Spirit Hall didn't want him.

He wanted to become a scholar, but the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family looked down on him.

He wanted to stand by Bibi Dong's side, but those standing by Bibi Dong's side were always powerful people, those whose martial souls were angels, phoenixes, or tyrannosaurus rex, not a piece of trash like him who even despised his own martial soul.

He rested enough and stood up, leaning against a big tree.

His right leg was in excruciating pain, but he gritted his teeth, shifted his weight onto his left leg, and slowly stepped out with his right leg, then pulled it back with his left.

One step, two steps, three steps.

He walked along the roadside like a clumsy penguin, his bundle rattling loudly on his back.

The sun rises from the east to its zenith, then slides back down to the west.

The shadow went from long to short, and then from short to long again.

He walked through the fields and saw farmers bending over to weed.

They bent low, their faces almost touching the ground, and the hoes in their hands rose and fell with a dull thud.

Their clothes were even more tattered than his, their skin was tanned dark and shiny, and sweat dripped down their cheeks, disappearing instantly into the soil.

He walked through the village and heard dogs barking and roosters crowing.

The village children were chasing and playing in the alley. A boy was chasing a girl, holding a tree branch in his hand and shouting, "Kill her! Kill her!"

Chapter 186 Arrival at the Spirit Hall

The girl's braids swung back and forth behind her head like two happy little snakes.

He stood at the village entrance for a while, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up slightly.

He walked through the market and saw people coming and going, with vendors calling out their wares.

The vegetable vendor shouted at the top of his lungs, "Fresh greens! Just picked from the field this morning!"

The butcher was chopping bones on the cutting board with a large knife, the thumping sound making the meat on the board jump.

The old man selling candied hawthorns carried a straw target covered with bright red candied hawthorns, which glittered in the sunlight like strings of rubies.

He felt in his pocket and found a few copper coins. After hesitating for a moment, he bought a string of candied hawthorns.

Candied hawthorn berries are delicious; the outside is crunchy rock sugar, and the inside is sour hawthorn.

He took a bite, the sugar crumbled, and the sour taste of hawthorn surged up, making his tongue tighten and his eyes squint.

He ate slowly and carefully, chewing each hawthorn for a long time, as if savoring something precious.

In fact, this was the first time he had eaten something sweet in a long time.

He remembered that when he was a child, his mother seemed to have bought him candied hawthorns.

He wasn't sure if this had actually happened, or if he was just imagining things.

His memories of his mother were so few, so few, like a book with only two or three pages that disappears after a few flips.

He finished the last hawthorn, and there was still a little sugar on the bamboo skewer. He licked it with his tongue and then threw the skewer on the side of the road.

After traveling for half a month, he finally arrived outside Wuhun City.

The walls of Wuhun City are even taller than those of Tiandou City.

The wall was made of huge bluestones, each stone taller than a person, with a surface polished smooth as a mirror, reflecting one's image.

Molten iron was poured into the gaps between the stones, creating a tight seal so that even a knife could not be inserted.

Standing at the foot of the city wall and looking up, the wall looms over you like a mountain, making you feel like an ant, insignificant and not worth mentioning.

The flag of the Martial Soul Empire fluttered above the city wall.

The flag was made of the finest silk, and it fluttered in the wind, making a clapping sound like countless hands clapping.

The flag features a golden angel with outstretched wings, holding a long sword with its tip pointing to the sky.

A dragon was coiled at the angel's feet. The dragon opened its mouth wide, revealing sharp teeth, and its eyes were blood red, like two burning flames.

Golden angels and coiled dragons shimmered with an eerie light in the afterglow of the setting sun, their golden glow spilling onto the city walls and turning the entire city a blood-red hue.

Two rows of soldiers stood at the city gate.

They wore black armor, engraved with the emblem of the Martial Soul Empire, and had a breastplate on their chest that was polished to a gleaming shine.

They wore iron helmets, beneath which were expressionless faces, their eyes like eagles, staring at everyone entering or leaving the city gates.

They held long spears, the tips of which gleamed coldly in the sunlight, and red tassels were wrapped around the shafts, fluttering in the wind.

Pedestrians came and went in a constant stream.

There were vendors pushing carts piled high with goods, which were tightly bound with hemp rope.

There were wealthy merchants dressed in magnificent robes, followed by several porters with carrying poles on their shoulders and heavy boxes hanging from both ends.

There was a woman holding a child's hand, the child clutching a string of candied hawthorns, his face covered in candy.

Several other Soul Masters, dressed in various colored robes and with Soul Master badges pinned to their chests, swaggered past the city gate without even glancing at the soldiers.

But everyone has to be checked; no one is exempt.

The vendors wanted to lift the cloth covering their goods so the soldiers could see what was inside.

The wealthy merchant had to show his travel permit, explaining where he came from and where he was going.

The woman had to wipe the child's face clean so that the soldiers could clearly see if he looked like a wanted criminal.

Even though Soul Masters are proud, they still have to stand at the city gate for a while and wait for the soldiers to verify their Soul Master identity documents.

Yu Xiaogang stood outside the city gate.

He looked up at the majestic city and felt a strange, indescribable feeling welling up inside him.

It felt like a stone being thrown into water, with ripples spreading out in circles, bouncing back to the shore, and making the entire surface of the water wrinkle.

He thought of Bibi Dong.

When he first met Bibi Dong, she was not yet the Pope, but just a young female Soul Master from the Spirit Hall.

She stood in the sunlight, her purple hair cascading down like a waterfall, her purple eyes like stars, her whole being seemed to be glowing.

He was stunned, his mouth agape for a long time, like a country bumpkin who had never seen the world.

He dared not think any further.

He took a deep breath and strode toward the city gate.

His steps were slow, even slower than usual, as if he was using all his strength for every step.

His right leg was in terrible pain, but he couldn't care less about the pain, because his heart ached even more than his leg.

He didn't know why he came here, what he could do here, or whether that person still remembered him.

But he still came.

He walked to the city gate, his figure in a gray robe standing out conspicuously among the crowd dressed in fine clothes.

His clothes were too old, with too many patches, and covered in dust and dirt from the road, looking like a rag just picked out of a garbage dump.

"stop!"

A soldier stopped him.

The soldier was very tall, a head taller than Yu Xiaogang, and his shoulders were as broad as a wall.

His face was mostly covered by an iron helmet, revealing only his eyes and mouth.

Those eyes were a cold gray, like a cloudy winter day, devoid of any warmth.

His mouth was slightly upturned, with a hint of a smile, as if he were looking at something interesting.

Who is it?

What are we going to do in the city?

The soldier's voice was like two iron plates rubbing together, hard and harsh, carrying an unquestionable sense of command.

His gaze swept over Yu Xiaogang from head to toe, and then from toe to head, as if he were assessing the value of a piece of goods.

Yu Xiaogang felt extremely uncomfortable under that gaze, as if every patch and stain on her body had been magnified countless times.

He lowered his head, avoiding those gray eyes, and reached into his pocket to take something out.

He had kept the honorary elder token in his bosom for a long time, and it was warmed by his body heat, so it felt warm to the touch.

He held the token between his index and middle fingers, pulled it from his pocket, and handed it over.