Volume One: The Wild Child Chapter Thirty-Five: The Origin of the "False Realm"

Qing City, a division of "Yu".

Outside the window, Hu Yong gazed absentmindedly, lost in thought. It had been over a month since they escaped from Brahma City. Chen Mo, who was rescued at the same time, had already regained his vitality; he was lively every day, clamoring to fight Zhang Cheng for another three hundred rounds.

Compared to him, Lin Changtian was far less fortunate.

"More than half the bones in his body are broken, his dual meridians are in disarray, and his vital energy is so depleted—under these circumstances, survival is nothing short of a fool’s dream." The experts of "Yu," after yet another examination of Lin Changtian, pronounced the same verdict as always.

Hu Yong, a wildflower between his lips, twisted his neck and said calmly to Chen Mo, "If I’m not mistaken, this is the four-hundredth expert you’ve brought in."

Chen Mo’s lips curled in a bitter smile and he replied helplessly, "Yes, within the bounds of Qing City, even the most renowned physicians have been summoned by 'Yu.' Yet the outcome is always the same, and even their manner of speaking is identical."

Hu Yong said nothing, thinking for a moment before staring intently at Chen Mo. "So, according to you, 'Yu' has decided to give up on Lin? After all, his injuries are the result of working for you. Don’t forget, even your own life was saved by him."

Chen Mo hung his head, his voice barely audible. "What else can I do? We’ve nearly turned Qing City upside down. If no cure can be found, at worst I’ll repay him with my own life."

Hu Yong shot him a sideways glance, his tone tinged with anger. "What nonsense for such a spirited young man. Let me ask you, who have you brought in from Qing City?"

"Every one is a top-notch physician, not a butcher," Chen Mo rolled his eyes, thinking Hu Yong must be out of his mind to ask such a question.

"Then that settles it—your method is flawed."

"My method is flawed? Then show me the right way, and I’ll follow it," Chen Mo scratched his head, unsure of Hu Yong’s meaning.

"You don’t understand Lin’s constitution. Let me put it this way: broken bones and depleted energy—these ordinary injuries can be healed with rest and some medicinal herbs. The crux is that his dual meridians are in chaos because his soul has been wounded. That’s why Lin can’t wake up."

"A soul injury? He didn’t undergo any brain surgery," Chen Mo said, puzzled.

Hu Yong sighed, as if recalling something. He spoke slowly, "Have you ever heard of the Six Realms: 'Servant Life,' 'Spirit Insight,' 'Heaven’s Command,' 'Great Void,' 'Profound Insight,' and 'True Insight'?"

Chen Mo tilted his head, thinking for a long while before replying hesitantly, "I vaguely remember someone from the upper ranks mentioning them. I forget exactly who, but I recall these Six Realms refer to the six levels from the era of 'Cultivators.'"

Hu Yong appraised Chen Mo seriously. "Do you know that sometimes, a single person can change your perception of an entire group?"

"Huh? What do you mean, Brother Hu?"

"Well, before I knew you, I always thought the people of 'Yu' were shrouded in mystery—cold, sharp, and powerful."

"And after? Did you find 'Yu' approachable and friendly because of my charm, and grow fond of the organization, Brother Hu?" Chen Mo looked at Hu Yong with confidence.

"No, no," Hu Yong waved his hands hurriedly, as if agreeing would unsettle his heart. "Let me put it this way: you in 'Yu' are like a chicken among cranes, a rat tainting a pot of soup, the shortest among the tall. I suspect the person who recruited you just wanted to lower the average level, to deceive the enemy. That’s all. I’m not cultured enough to explain further."

Chen Mo finally understood why Hu Yong admired Lin Changtian—two peas in a pod, sharing the same knack for witty insults.

"Enough banter. Among the Six Realms, 'Spirit Insight'—as the name suggests—allows one to harm another’s soul. You know the current laws are nothing like those in the 'Cultivator' era. So, practitioners have always relied on themselves, each forging their own path. Still, quite a few follow the old rules, though it seemed futile until the 'Awakened World' arrived. Suddenly, a host of inexplicably powerful individuals emerged. They wielded the abilities of 'Spirit Insight' but fell short of its true essence—thus, the origin of the 'False Realm.' Lin Mingren from Brahma City is one such person. Lin Changtian withstood his attack; the old man was ruthless, aiming straight for the soul."

"In that case," Chen Mo’s face turned gloomy, "why didn’t you say so earlier? We wasted so much time."

Hu Yong scratched his head sheepishly. "Well, I only just thought of it myself."

So this one was just as slow-witted.

"But after hearing you, I think I have a solution," Chen Mo said, suddenly confident and smiling at Hu Yong.

"Oh? What’s your idea?"

Chen Mo cleared his throat and spoke slowly, "Since Lin’s soul was wounded, according to the principle of mental equilibrium, shouldn’t we just stimulate it back?"

Hu Yong was confused, blinking several times. "What do you mean by stimulation? Hit him on the head again?"

"Ah, Brother, don’t forget we live in an era of technological civilization. Medicine is advanced now—just perform a craniotomy, open him up, see what’s missing, and fix it."

"You make some sense. Treat the dead horse as a live one," Hu Yong nodded gravely, agreeing with Chen Mo.

"Wait, wait," before Chen Mo could respond, Lin Changtian suddenly sat up in bed, grimacing in pain from his injuries.

"Hey! Lin, you’ve finally woken up!" Hu Yong jumped up, hugging Chen Mo excitedly. "Brother, your method worked! We hadn’t even tried it and it’s already effective."

Lin Changtian’s eye twitched; he said helplessly, "I couldn’t wake on my own, but I had a dream that scared my soul back."

"What did you dream about?" Chen Mo leaned in, curious.

"I dreamed the two of you, both with questionable brains, were about to perform brain surgery on me. I have no idea how your minds work," Lin Changtian glared at Chen Mo, speaking with obvious annoyance.