Chapter 273 Extra: Zhu Zhuqing's Soul Hunting Journey 4 (The Majority Struggling to Survive)

The next day, before the first rays of sunlight appeared in the morning, darkness still enveloped the entire town.

But at the gate of Qingyun Town, at a time when Tang San and Lanta, who needed to practice the Purple Demon Eye, had not woken up, a group of soul masters who had been holding back for almost a week were already ready to go.

The flickering firelight shone on their faces, and the clean protective gear like a mirror reflected the eagerness on their faces vividly.

The soul masters who appeared here were not targeting soul beasts, but various herbs growing on the plateau. Every time after the thick fog, herbs would emerge in large quantities like bamboo shoots after rain. It was a safe and profitable project, and it was difficult for soul masters to refuse this temptation.

"Xiao Li, you are not favored again?" A middle-aged man with a mustache who was wrapped in armor but not wearing any weapons said to a young man wearing only leather armor beside him with a teasing smile on his face.

Hearing this, the young man who had been looking at the dark wilderness with a serious face suddenly broke down, "Go, what do you mean you are not favored again? If you don't know how to speak, don't talk nonsense. It's those nobles who are blind and don't know how powerful I am."

Looking at the middle-aged man whose smile did not diminish at all, but became even stronger, the young man named Xiao Li was furious and said unhappily: "Besides, Lao Liu, you are also not favored."

"I am different from you," the middle-aged Lao Liu waved his hand, indicating that the two were completely different, "I don't want to take them to hunt souls at all, even if they give more money, my choice is the same."

"Those young masters and young ladies obviously have higher soul power than us, but they are like mentally retarded. Let alone being useful, it's good enough if they don't drag us down."

Xiao Li showed a hint of agreement on his face. Although he was only a great soul master, his teammates were also great soul masters. But as long as you stay in the periphery of Liuyun Plateau and don't go too deep into it, it is still a fairly safe job to help some nobles who have just reached level 10 hunt ten-year-old and hundred-year-old soul beasts.

But even if this job is quite safe, the risk will be infinitely increased if you are involved with an aristocrat who is not familiar with the world.

Including but not limited to: young people want to take a small soul beast home to show off to their friends when they see it, women want to peel off the skin of a soul beast with good fur to make a brand new coat to show off at the ball, men want to cut off the head of a majestic-looking beast and put it in the hall to show off when entertaining guests, etc.

In short, it is for showing off.

Xiao Li does not understand why the nobles, who obviously have such good resources, behave like idiots in the soul beast forest. And take it home to raise it, have you not studied in the soul master academy?

But

"Imitation is idiot, we also need to make money."

That's right, no matter how immature the nobles are, they are still nobles. They control huge wealth that 99% of people can't imagine in their lifetime.

As the father of Party A who provides food and clothing, the noble lord, as the son of Party B, the ordinary soul master, can only laugh with tears, and try to complete their interesting ideas that are more outrageous than their imaginations, and even make people want to help them become outrageous in the physical sense.

Aren't all soul masters born nobles? Since you don't want to be the son of Party B, you might as well take the initiative to become the father of Party A.

Soul masters who are born civilians may think so, but if this idea is known by the majority of civilian soul masters, it is likely to be laughed at severely, and then become a topic of conversation, and through the mobility of soul masters, it will become a long-lasting joke.

The reason is very simple, that is, as long as you don't have some background (bloodline) and don't have some real skills, you can't become a noble.

No matter how strong you are.

You must know that the person who said "Soul masters are born nobles" is not a civilian, but a noble who is high above.

After all, if soul masters are really born nobles, destined to be superior, there would be no soul hunting team, and there would be no dormitory for work-study students in the Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy.

If anyone can become a noble as long as they are a soul master, who would want to live a life of licking blood on the edge of a knife and tying their heads to their belts. Day and night, they explore the soul beast forest to find valuable herbs and soul beast parts in exchange for cultivation resources.

Like Bu Le, who had a conflict with Ma Hongjun because of his girlfriend in the original book, with his character that was very close to women, it is likely that he would submit a report on the first day of becoming a soul master to become a noble lord who revels every night, instead of spending money to find women.

If anyone can become a noble as long as they are a soul master, then the so-called part-time students are a group of noble reserve forces, and there will not be so many teachers in the academy.

Whether to work hard as a teacher or to be a noble lord who just eats, drinks and has fun, most people choose the latter.

The so-called "soul masters are born nobles" is just a sentence used by nobles to show their nobility. No matter how strong or weak, nobles are basically soul masters, and the children of soul masters are likely to be soul masters. This sentence actually shows that their status is given by God and no one can deprive them.

Thinking about it this way, doesn't it feel reasonable?

In this world where power is respected, class solidification is far stronger than imagined. The only time it was shaken was after the establishment of the Wuhun Empire. Only after the establishment of the two empires did the aristocratic circle really get shaken.

This is also the real reason why the two empires will put aside their past grudges and work together to deal with the Wuhun Empire.

After dealing with the Spirit Hall, the rule of the aristocracy was once again consolidated. Ten thousand years later, the spirit, which everyone had ten thousand years ago, became a symbol of the nobility. If you don't have any adventures, you will probably not know the truth of the world you live in until you die.

Lao Liu didn't respond. Xiao Li's words were really heartbreaking. Soul masters are also a kind of practitioners. As practitioners, they can't resist the temptation to become stronger.

Obviously, the herbs that assist in cultivation are really too expensive. So even if Xiao Li and Lao Liu look down on the nobles, they can only bite the bullet and do it for the generous reward.

The sky gradually brightened, but the strange silence quietly permeated between the two.

Everyone has their own choices. Even if the destination is the same, the paths they choose will be different. This small dispute, which can't even be called a dispute, has occurred countless times in the past, and it will surely be staged countless times in the future.

Perhaps when the two meet next time, they will put this matter behind them, hug each other and walk towards the tavern to celebrate another safe exit from the Liuyun Plateau.

At this moment, along with the first ray of sunlight in the morning breaking through the horizon, a hoarse and unpleasant poem sounded at the gate.

"Flowing clouds to the north, Lingfeng Mountain.

The king of mist, the disaster of heaven.

When the clouds rise, people are confused.

The gods appear and disappear without a trace.

If you refuse, the gods will not be happy.

The wind rises in anger, and the rain falls in anger.

When the sky changes, the power is exhausted.

In the end, death will calm it down."

The silence was broken in an instant, and Lao Liu shook his head helplessly, "Here it comes again."

"Yes, it comes again." Xiao Li also sighed, with a trace of helplessness on his face. "The gods are hidden, it's just a legend, it's impossible for gods to exist."

Not far away, a shabby iron gate that seemed to be turned into debris with a slight push was like a natural moat, blocking the soul master in the town.

Hearing this unpleasant song, the excitement on the faces of the bustling soul masters was added with helplessness and respect. They turned their heads and looked at a hunchbacked old man walking slowly, like Moses who parted the sea. Wherever she went, the soul masters would make way for her.

If Meng Yiran and Ye Lingling were here, they would be surprised to find that this old woman was the old woman who told them about her disappearance yesterday.

The old woman kept singing ballads, tremblingly walked to the iron gate, took out a rusty key from her arms, and inserted it into the equally rusty lock.

Click.

A crisp unlocking sound refreshed all the soul masters present. They pushed open the iron gate and walked out one after another around the old woman.

Some people said respectfully, "Village chief, we are leaving."

Some people said in a slightly bad tone, "Old lady, remember to open the door earlier next time."

But more people said in an inexplicable tone, without any malice, but with a little frivolity: "Village chief, I am tired of listening to this song, can you change it next time?"

"Village chief grandma, I am tired of listening to Shenyin, how about the next song is mainly about the King of Mist?"

"Old lady, your voice is not good, let your granddaughter sing it next time."

The old lady was unmoved, her eyes that had become turbid because of the years became clear at this moment, looking at the Liuyun Plateau glittering under the sunlight when the cold wind and moist air of winter combined, and she kept repeating this ballad that she would sing every time after the thick fog, over and over again.

"Zhuqing, good morning." Walking out of the door, seeing Zhu Zhuqing from the next room also came out, Meng Yiran greeted her.

"Good morning" Hearing Meng Yiran's voice, Zhu Zhuqing replied without raising her head. After locking the door, she looked up at Meng Yiran next to her, and then she was stunned.

Meng Yiran didn't like to put on makeup, or most of the naturally beautiful female soul masters didn't like to put on makeup. First, it was a waste of time, and second, soul masters would sweat when fighting, and it would be no fun to turn into a ghost face.

But this time, Meng Yiran's face suddenly had a light makeup. Although it was just a little powder, it also made the already delicate face look more bright. Even Zhu Zhuqing was stunned for a moment.

But Zhu Zhuqing quickly came back to her senses. The excellent vision given by the Nether Spirit Cat allowed her to see through Meng Yiran's makeup and there were two faint dark circles under her eyes.

".Are you okay?"

"It's okay, nothing. I just thought about things a little late yesterday." Noticing that Zhu Zhuqing's expression became a little strange, Meng Yiran hurriedly explained.

Yesterday, Meng Yiran lay in bed very early, but as soon as she closed her eyes, the old woman's words would echo in her mind, making her unable to sleep peacefully.

As soon as she finished explaining, Meng Yiran couldn't help but yawn lightly. Wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, she looked at Zhu Zhuqing, whose face had become even more strange, and said with a smile: "It has no effect on the hunting soul, don't worry."

"Really." Zhu Zhuqing was skeptical, but she didn't find any flaws on Meng Yiran's face.

Recalling Meng Yiran's usual reliable image, she could only believe this and walked downstairs with her. As a result, she didn't notice that Meng Yiran, who was following her, yawned quietly again.

When they arrived at the hall, the two saw the other people waiting there at the first time. Everyone was ready, and Meng Yiran and Zhu Zhuqing were the last two.

Seeing the two people coming one after the other, Ning Rongrong said with a little complaint: "You are so slow, some people have already set off."

This "some" Ning Rongrong used some tricks. In fact, there were only two nobles who set out. But now Ning Rongrong is very competitive. Even if Soul Hunting itself is not a racing game, Ning Rongrong does not want to lose to those who she looks down on.

Noticing the dark circles under Meng Yiran's makeup, Qin Ming frowned slightly and asked with a tone of seven parts concern, two parts questioning, and one part worry: "Yiran, didn't you rest yesterday?"

I thought that even if there would be a problem, the person should be Ning Rongrong of the auxiliary department or Bai Chenxiang with the lowest cultivation. As a result, these two people did not get into trouble, but Meng Yiran, who had high hopes, got into trouble.

For a while, Qin Ming was a little amused and couldn't get angry.

After being discovered by Zhu Zhuqing, Meng Yiran didn't expect the makeup on her face to be hidden from Qin Ming. She said: "It's okay, Teacher Qin Ming, I have something good that can make people energetic."

As she said, Meng Yiran took out a small glass bottle, opened the bottle cap, and drank the yellow liquid inside.

"What is this?" Qin Ming asked curiously after noticing that Meng Yiran's condition had obviously improved.

"A stimulating medicine, a medicine made by Xiao San to excite the spirit."

Meng Yiran originally planned to use it after leaving Qingyun Town, but felt that if he didn't drink it now, he might not even be able to leave the town today. Meng Yiran had no choice but to use the potion now.

'The effective time is twelve hours, and the stimulating effect will fade after twelve hours. It seems that we can only stay and rest as soon as possible today. '

Seeing that Meng Yiran seemed to be really fine, Qin Ming didn't investigate further. He glanced at everyone and said in a deep voice: "Then, let's go."

"Yes."

Just as everyone left the town, a team wearing moon-white soul master robes also walked to the town gate.

The leader was an old man and a middle-aged man. The old man's robe had silver patterns on it, and his temperament was gloomy, and cold light flashed in his drooping eyes.

The middle-aged man in his forties followed behind him, and he looked a little handsome. But he kept a distance of three steps from the old man and didn't dare to cross a step.

After the two, there were seven young people who were also wearing moon-white soul master robes. All seven of them were men, with restrained auras and calm expressions. The sight of the people around them could not change their expressions at all.

"Let's go."

"Yes."

At the old man's command, none of the eight people, including the middle-aged man, dared to object. They followed the old man step by step and walked into the Liuyun Plateau.

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ps: In the original setting, the soul master is the noblest profession. This statement can be said to be the version answer after conversion.

But in fact, from the soul hunting team, it can be seen that most soul masters seem unable to change their status through the identity of soul masters. This reminds me of the so-called "blue-blooded aristocrats", so I made this supplementary setting.

The original novel, which started from the perspective of Tang San in the protagonist's previous life, did not mention this at all. In addition, he has the innate full soul power and scientific and technological thinking that can ignore restrictions, and lives in a peaceful small city like Notting City, so he has no idea at all and only understands the gap between civilians and soul masters.

Don't spray if you don't like it, thank you.

Supplement: The old woman is respected because someone once did not believe in the danger of the clouds and mist, ignored her advice and rashly entered the Liuyun Plateau, and was killed by the soul beast, and the body could not be pieced together. This situation will happen from time to time, so the old woman who blocked the soul master as an ordinary person is respected. Of course, no one still believes in the disappearance of the gods.