Wuhun: Desert Death on the left hand, the world on the right hand

Ten days later, Yun Fei appeared in a prosperous city. This city was the capital of the Daqian Empire, Qianyuan City, with a population of millions and a bustling traffic. There were shops on both sides of the street, and the sounds of hawking and bargaining were endless. The towering buildings were lined up one after another, made of a strange mixture of metal and crystal, shining in the sun, demonstrating the mighty national strength of the Daqian Empire.

Yun Fei strolled along the wide streets, feeling the vitality and bustle of the city. Unlike the quiet and peaceful Baiyun Palace, Qianyuan City was full of opportunities and challenges. On the streets, there were not only nobles in brocade clothes, but also hurried merchants, soul masters with long swords on their backs, and of course, more ordinary people struggling for their livelihoods.

He noticed that the nobles and soul masters with soul power who were dressed in gorgeous clothes often looked up to the sky and did not look sideways, as if everything around them had nothing to do with them. On the other hand, the ordinary people who were dressed simply lowered their eyebrows and looked obedient, carefully serving those high and mighty beings.

Yun Fei stopped to observe at a teahouse on a street corner. An old man in ragged clothes was telling a story vividly, attracting many people to stop and listen. The old man spoke clearly and logically, and his words were full of wisdom that ordinary people could not reach. Yun Fei noticed that although the old man was dressed in shabby clothes, his eyes were clear and bright, without any turbidity.

"This old gentleman is very knowledgeable, why did he end up in such a situation?" Yun Fei was puzzled and couldn't help but ask a passerby next to him.

“I heard that this old gentleman was also a genius when he was young. Unfortunately, he has no martial spirit and cannot practice. Although he has talent, he can only live on the streets and make a living by telling stories.” The passerby shook his head with a hint of regret in his tone.

Yun Fei was shocked when he heard this, and then he realized that in this world, martial spirit is still the key to destiny. Without martial spirit, no matter how talented or powerful one is, he will not be able to stand out. He secretly decided that he must do his best to promote the cooperation between Baiyun Palace and Daqian Empire, so that the road of soul contract master can flourish on this continent, and more people like the old man can have the opportunity to change their own destiny.

Yun Fei sat in the teahouse for an afternoon, listening to the old man telling all kinds of strange stories. The old man's stories were all-encompassing, from the rise and fall of the empire, to the grievances and hatreds of soul masters, to the gossips of the people in the market. Yun Fei listened with great interest, not only broadening his horizons, but also gaining a deeper understanding of the world.

As the sun set, the people in the teahouse gradually dispersed, and Yun Fei also stood up and prepared to leave. Before leaving, he handed a silver coin to the old man to express his gratitude. The old man declined for a while, but finally accepted it and said to Yun Fei with a smile: "Young man, I think you have extraordinary bearing and will achieve great things in the future. I have something to say here that may be useful to you."

Yun Fei quickly bowed and said, "Please speak, old sir."

The old man lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "If you want to get information in Qianyuan City, besides my teahouse, there is another place, Zuixianlou. There are all kinds of people there, and the news is well-informed. As long as you are willing to spend money, there is nothing you can't find out."

Yun Fei took note of the old man's reminder, said goodbye to the old man, and turned to walk towards Zuixianlou. Zuixianlou is located on the most prosperous street in Qianyuan City. It is a five-story restaurant with carved beams and painted buildings. It is magnificent and magnificent. At first glance, it is obvious that it is one of the most high-end restaurants in the city.

Yun Fei walked into Zuixianlou and was immediately attracted by the lively scene inside. The first floor hall was bustling with people, and guests in gorgeous clothes and graceful dancers were walking back and forth. The air was filled with the aroma of fine wine and delicious food. Yun Fei found a corner to sit down and ordered a few signature dishes. While tasting the food, he listened carefully to the conversations of the guests around him, hoping to find out some useful information from them.

Suddenly, the conversation between several guests at the next table caught Yunfei's attention.

"Hey, have you heard? Prince Chen has recently started to retreat again. He has locked himself in the Prince Chen's Mansion and won't see anyone."

"Prince Chen? He is the younger brother of the current king, the prince without a martial spirit? Hasn't he always been like this? What's so strange about that?"

"Prince Chen, I heard that he was a fearless little bully in the past," one of the guests put down his wine glass and said mysteriously, "He followed the current king all day long. The two brothers have a very good relationship and are inseparable. They go everywhere together."

Another guest seemed to remember something and said with a smile: "That's right, I also heard that the prince was very naughty when he was a child. Once..." He paused deliberately, looked around, and lowered his voice and said, "He actually secretly plucked the king's favorite pot of violets in the imperial garden and wanted to give it to the queen as a gift!"

"Hahaha, is this true? This Prince Chen is so bold!"

"That's right," the guest who had spoken earlier continued triumphantly, "but it's strange to say, ever since the failure of the martial soul awakening, the prince has become a different person, locking himself up in the prince's mansion all day long, not seeing guests, not participating in government affairs, and only thinking about reawakening his martial soul." He shook his head and sighed, "Oh, what a pity, this martial soul awakening is innate, and the awakening failed, so this is how it will be in this life."

"That's right," another guest also sighed, "I heard that over the years, in order to reawaken his martial soul, the Prince of Chen has searched all over the world for famous doctors. He also searched for all kinds of rare treasures, such as Tianshan Snow Lotus and thousand-year-old ginseng. As long as it is rumored to be helpful for awakening the martial soul, he has tried it. What a pity..." At this point, several guests sighed again.

"That's right, who says it's not true?" The previous guest also sighed, "However, although this Prince Chen is busy with his reawakening of his martial soul all day long, he is still a good person." He took a sip of wine, moistened his throat, and continued, "I heard that there was a flood outside the city some time ago, and many people were displaced. The Prince Chen took out all the gold soul coins in his private treasury for disaster relief, and he also went to the disaster area in person to comfort the victims and help rebuild their homes!"

"Is it true? I haven't heard of that." Another guest looked surprised.

"It's absolutely true! I have a distant cousin who works in Prince Chen's mansion. He told me this himself, how could it be false?" The guest said seriously, "I heard that Prince Chen stayed in the disaster area for a whole month, eating and drinking the same as the victims, without any airs of a prince, and the victims all praised him highly!"

Yun Fei nodded secretly while listening, and his heart was moved. These guests talked and outlined the general image of the King of Chen: a once high-spirited prince whose temperament changed drastically due to the failure of his martial soul awakening. But even so, he still cared about the people, was kind and generous, and had a good reputation among the people.

"Perhaps, this Prince Chen is my chance..." Yun Fei thought to himself. He put down his wine glass, and his eyes gradually became firm. "Since traditional methods don't work, let's try unconventional methods. Perhaps, this Prince Chen can help me find a breakthrough!" He paid the bill and walked out of Zuixianlou quickly, with a plan in mind.

After leaving Zuixianlou, Yunfei asked for directions to Prince Chen's Mansion. The streets were bustling and noisy, but he had no intention of lingering. The descriptions of Prince Chen by the drinkers kept echoing in his mind: a once high-spirited prince whose temperament changed drastically due to the failure of his martial soul awakening.

But Yun Fei's trip was not to surrender to King Chen, but for a bolder, even almost crazy purpose - he wanted to give King Chen a chance to become a soul master again!

The Prince's Palace is located on the west side of the imperial city. In sharp contrast to the bustling streets, it is so quiet that it seems like another world. The high walls and deep courtyards, the red lacquered gates are tightly closed, and the two majestic stone lions in front of the gate seem to silently reject all visitors.

Yun Fei lingered in front of the palace for a long time, feeling somewhat uneasy. The midday sun was scorching the earth, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. Just as he was hesitating, the sound of horse hooves broke the silence around him.

He looked up and saw a pitch-black horse galloping towards him, with a man in black clothes riding on it. The man was tall and straight, with black hair tied up with a jade crown. His angular face did not show much expression, but his deep eyes seemed to contain endless coldness, which was intimidating.

Yun Fei's heart was moved. Is this the Prince Chen? The horse stopped in front of him, and the man dismounted. His movements were smooth and flowing, but with a sense of indifference that kept people at a distance. He threw the reins to the guards casually and walked straight to the gate of the palace.

"Your Highness!" Yun Fei knew that this was a rare opportunity, so he stepped forward quickly and blocked the man's way.

The man paused, turned his head slightly, and cast a cold gaze on Yun Fei. He opened his thin lips and asked, "What's the matter?"

Yun Fei was startled by his gaze, but thinking of his purpose, he took a deep breath and said calmly, "I am Yun Fei. I have something important to tell you. I beg you to give me some time to discuss it."

Prince Chen did not say anything, but just looked at him quietly, without any emotion in his eyes, as if he was looking at an insignificant stranger.

Yun Fei continued to speak despite the huge pressure: "I accidentally learned that the prince has been looking for a way to reawaken his martial spirit over the years, and I may be able to help the prince."

When Prince Chen heard the words "Martial Soul Awakening", a hint of something strange finally flashed across his eyes, which had been calm before. He looked Yun Fei up and down, his tone still cold but with a hint of subtle doubt:

"Do you know what you are talking about?"

Yun Fei met the King's gaze and said firmly:

"I know, and I can guarantee with my life that everything I say is true."

Prince Chen looked at Yun Fei deeply, and was somewhat moved by his confidence and determination. Over the years, he had seen too many people offering advice, but in the end, they all proved to be futile, and many even had ulterior motives. But the young man in front of him had a gleam in his eyes that made him feel a little unusual.

"Come in." Prince Chen finally opened the door of the palace and stepped aside to let Yun Fei in.

Yun Fei was delighted, he knew that his chance had come.

Inside the Prince Chen's mansion, there were pavilions, towers, rockeries and flowing water. Although the scenery was beautiful, it was filled with a lingering sense of desolation. Yun Fei followed the Prince Chen through several corridors and came to a quiet study.

In the study, the desk was piled with books and files, and there were several calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, emitting a strong scent of ink. The Prince sat down behind the desk and motioned Yun Fei to sit opposite him.

"Tell me, how can you help me?" Prince Chen went straight to the point, his tone carrying a hint of expectation mixed with a hint of doubt.

Yun Fei took a deep breath, organized his words, and slowly said: "Your Highness, I heard that you have been brooding over the failure of your martial soul awakening and not being able to become a soul master, but I think that ordinary people are not inferior to soul masters, right? Ordinary people also have their own talents! They are not inferior to those high and mighty soul masters!"

Prince Chen frowned slightly. Over the years, he had thought about this problem and had been looking for a way to reawaken his martial soul, but countless attempts had ended in failure, causing him to gradually give up hope.

"What method do you have?" Prince Chen asked, with a hint of hope in his tone, but he did not dare to hold too much hope.

Yun Fei smiled slightly and said, "My Lord, have you ever heard of a soul contract master?"

"Soul Contract Master?" King Chen frowned slightly. This word was very unfamiliar to him. "I have never heard of this profession. What does it have to do with my martial soul awakening?"

Yun Fei explained calmly: "A soul contract master, as the name suggests, is someone who can sign a contract with soul beasts. They don't have martial souls, but can use the power of soul beasts to fight. And I am a soul contract master."

Upon hearing this, Prince Chen frowned even more deeply. Without a martial soul, he could use the power of a soul beast? How was this possible? He had never heard of such a thing.

"You... don't have a martial soul?" Prince Chen asked in disbelief.

Yun Fei smiled calmly and shook his head: "Your Highness, I don't have a martial spirit, I'm just an ordinary person. But I joined a certain force three years ago. I'm not in a position to reveal what force it is for now. After three years of training, I have become a level 3 spirit master."

"Level 30?!" King Chen was shocked again. You know, a level 30 spirit master is considered to be in the upper middle level in the entire continent, and this young man in front of him actually said that he was just an ordinary person without a spirit?

In order to prove himself, Yun Fei released his contracted soul beast. A dazzling golden light emerged from his body, and when the light faded, a huge golden eagle appeared in the study.

The eagle was covered in golden feathers, each of which seemed to be made of gold, shining brightly in the sun. Its wingspan was five meters long, its sharp claws were like steel, its eyes were as sharp as a knife, and it exuded the majesty of a king.

"This is... the Golden-winged Thunder Eagle?!" King Chen recognized this soul beast at a glance, his voice full of disbelief and excitement.

The Golden-winged Thunder Eagle is an extremely rare soul beast with thunder attribute. It is born with the power to control thunder and lightning, has extremely strong attack power, and is incredibly fast. It is also the top existence among all eagle soul beasts.

Prince Chen never thought that Yun Fei could actually contract such a powerful soul beast. He was skeptical about Yun Fei's words, but at this moment, after witnessing the existence of the Golden Winged Thunder Eagle with his own eyes, the last bit of doubt in his heart disappeared.

"You...you actually..." Prince Chen was so excited that he was incoherent. He stood up suddenly, supporting his desk with both hands, his body trembling slightly with excitement. In all these years, he had never been so excited as he was now, as if he had seen the dawn of hope.