Flying Star City Feels Off (Seeking Collection)

This caravan journey was uneventful, save for a few petty thieves Lin Yun dealt with in passing, a mudslide that nearly wiped out the convoy, and minor mishaps like broken wheels and snapped harnesses later on.

It could be said that these incidents made the trip to Flying Star City feel rather stimulating.

Upon arriving at Flying Star City, however, Lin Yun felt that something was off.

As a city neighboring Tiandou City, the capital of the Heaven Dou Empire, Flying Star City should never be associated with desolation, even if it weren't particularly wealthy.

Yet, the current Flying Star City exuded an indescribable sense of oppression. The moment Lin Yun slightly mobilized his Soul Power, this oppression instantly shifted his mood into one of exhilaration.

This was the aura of the undead.

Lin Yun frowned. The Heaven Dou Empire was a power capable of going toe-to-toe with the Star Luo Empire; while neither could outmaneuver the Sun Moon Empire—which seemed to be holding the script of the main antagonist—they still possessed countless Soul Masters.

Not to mention anyone else, Body Douluo Du Busi, who could firmly suppress the veteran peak Level 98 powerhouse Xuan Zi, had deep ties with the Heaven Dou Empire's imperial family.

They shouldn't be so negligent as to not even conduct an investigation.

But now, this oppressive aura was practically shoved in his face, and yet there was no reaction at all.

There were only two possibilities: either this aura was of such a high level that those without a specific Martial Soul couldn't perceive it, or Du Busi himself was unable to resolve the problem here.

Damn it, I charged too little.

Lin Yun clicked his tongue and roused Electrolux from his Sea of Consciousness, asking, "Old Yi, take a look at this. What is this thing, and can you handle it?"

Electrolux observed through Lin Yun's perspective, then shook his head and said, "I cannot handle it at all. I don't understand it. While this aura has a certain connection to the undead, it is many times higher in rank—roughly the difference between a monkey and a human."

Lin Yun's mouth twitched. Without a shred of hesitation, he turned and ran toward the city gates.

Just as he reached the outskirts, Lin Yun felt that the aura hadn't vanished. When he regained his senses, he realized he had somehow returned to that very same street.

What the hell.

Lin Yun cursed under his breath. No wonder that senior hadn't sent any messages; the entire city was compromised.

Lin Yun steadied his nerves, let Electrolux take control of his body, and asked, "Old Yi, your knowledge is broader than mine. Help me check if my life force is leaking."

Electrolux immediately manipulated Lin Yun's spiritual power, enthusiastically teaching Lin Yun the technique of using spiritual power to introspect his own condition.

"There is no problem. This aura has not affected your life force. It seems this aura is actually quite friendly toward you; you and it are like well water that does not interfere with river water."

After Electrolux finished speaking, Lin Yun started cursing on the spot.

"It's friendly to me but won't let me leave? Isn't that just insane?"

After venting, Lin Yun said to Electrolux, "Since that's the case, let's find a place to rest first."

With that, Lin Yun took back control of his body and walked toward an inn.

He entered a random inn that looked reasonably large and had a decent name, requested a premium room, and ducked inside.

After locking the door, Lin Yun began to examine the curved blade Mu En had given him.

Soon, Mu En's voice emanated from it.

"Have you arrived at the destination?"

As expected, this thing was a Soul Tool with communication functions. Lin Yun sighed in relief and said, "Report, report: I can't do this job, and I've managed to get myself stuck here as well."

He recounted his situation, and after a moment of silence, Mu En said, "So that's how it is. If that's the case, there might be something in that place. Since you can't get out for now and aren't in immediate mortal danger, keep looking for the senior. I will go and ask..."

Before Mu En could finish, the curved blade in Lin Yun's hand exploded with a loud bang, just like a block of C4.

Shrapnel flew past Lin Yun's head, and two particularly nasty pieces embedded themselves in his brow bone.

He had nearly been blinded on the spot.

On Mu En's end, the Soul Tool communicator in his hand also shattered instantly, which left him somewhat surprised. This was a unique product created by the Shrek Academy Soul Tool Department combined with a Soul Master's long-range divine sense transmission, with a level of precision no less than a Level 9 Soul Tool.

Moreover, it was a one-of-a-kind prototype; it was truly a pity to see it destroyed like this.

However, in the next instant, a flash of gray-black light flickered in Mu En's eyes, and his expression immediately calmed down.

"I wonder if that kid Lin Yun has arrived yet."

This top-tier powerhouse, one of the three current Limit Douluos, had his memories regarding this object erased without a trace.

After half a minute of stunned silence, Lin Yun tore off a piece of his inner lining, used the paid alcohol provided by the inn to disinfect the area, and bandaged the wound on his brow.

He naturally didn't know that Mu En had been wiped of his relevant memories—a fact even Tang San was unaware of—so Lin Yun didn't lose his composure too badly.

He had long suspected that some power was watching this place; transmitting non-compliant information out was bound to cause trouble.

Lin Yun was now thinking that Mu En would definitely come, because this was no longer just a matter of a small life; it was a matter of a noble Limit Douluo's pride.

"Since that's the case, this is a matter for their level. I might as well study how much I can scavenge from this mess."

Lin Yun took out the leg-type External Soul Bone and began to absorb it.

Although the attributes of the Earth Wind Pseudo-Dragon did not match Lin Yun's at all, this was only a thousand-year-level Soul Bone, and the Skeletal Bone Dragon was one of the Eight Directional Undead Monarchs from Quanzhi Fashi.

The gap in combat power between the two sides was comparable to that of an ant and a tank.

There was no suspense at all; it took Lin Yun only a little over an hour to finish the absorption.

"My Soul Power has increased by one rank. This Soul Bone is still a bit weak; I hope to find a better one later."

Lin Yun pondered this as he stepped out of the inn.

Electrolux spoke up.

"Lin Yun, be careful. I was afraid I had misjudged earlier, but now I can responsibly tell you that the people in this city are not right; they do not seem like living beings."

Lin Yun's footsteps faltered, stopping right in front of a snack stall, so he bought a snack while asking within his Sea of Consciousness.

"Are you saying this is a ghost city?"

If it were a ghost city, Lin Yun would not be afraid at all. After all, the Skeletal Bone Dragon itself was one of the supreme beings of the ghost kind; if placed on the Douluo Continent, it would be the King of Ten Thousand Ghosts. Anything related to the undead was nothing to fear.

Electrolux replied.

"The people here are not dead. They are like me—their bodies have long since perished, yet their souls have become so robust that they have taken on form and substance, thereby creating what you might call new bodies."

The corners of Lin Yun's mouth twitched immediately as he said to Electrolux.

"You mean to say that anyone picked at random from this place could kill you in a second?"