Spirit Hall Main Hall

After a whole morning of practice, Ling Yi had exhausted his strength. After declining Wang Meng's family's invitation to stay and have lunch, he picked up the school uniform he had taken off and folded before forging, first returning to the academy and eating a meal with his classmates in the cafeteria that could hardly be called lavish, but was definitely filling enough.

Afterward, he fetched water from the Water Storage Room on the third floor of Building No. 3 and took a bath, changed out of the inner clothes that had been soaked through with sweat that morning, washed and hung them up to dry, then returned to Room 304. After casually chatting a few words with the two classmates who were still there, he sank into a deep sleep amid the Herbal Fragrance of the Blue Silver Grass.

A one-hour midday nap; under Deep Sleep, both his mind and body fully recovered to their peak state.

At one thirty in the afternoon, when Ling Yi arrived on the main road of Mu Zhi City, he did not immediately head to the Silver Xin Blacksmith Shop to find Wang Meng and continue practicing forging. Instead, he set off in the direction of the city center.

He had been in Mu Zhi City for over ten days now. It was time to pay a visit to that "Uncle Lu" at the Spirit Hall Main Hall, whom he had not seen in a long while.

Unlike the Jin Geng Blacksmith Shop, where he had gone with a letter before school even started, the threshold of the Spirit Hall Main Hall was still rather high. It was not a place where just anyone could step forward, give the name of some low-ranking deacon from a Spirit Hall Branch in a town below, and easily meet the person they wanted to see.

Of course, even the current Ling Yi merely had the additional identity of an apprentice at the Jin Geng Blacksmith Shop on top of being a student of Green Leaf Elementary Soul Master Academy. Before a capital-city-level Spirit Hall Main Hall like the one in Mu Zhi City, that was still far from enough.

But no matter what, it was still much better than being a poor country boy trying to climb connections as he had been before.

This was not to say that the Deacon Lu Yi whom Ling Yi intended to visit was particularly pragmatic. Although that was also a consideration, more importantly, there might arise a situation where he came looking for someone, only to be told that Lu Yi was busy and to come again next time—without knowing how long "next time" would take.

When a passerby went to a large company to look for a department manager, the odds of actually meeting them were probably not as high as when an employee from another company in the same office building tried to do so.

Working in the same place every day, seeing each other often enough in passing, employees from two companies would at least have some familiar-faced acquaintance between them. Their subjective willingness to pass along a message or the like would still be somewhat higher than toward a random passerby.

As he walked, he continued deducing the various possibilities he might encounter next. Ling Yi kept a bright, sunny smile on his face the whole time, looking left and right along the street like an ordinary child seeing such a bustling scene for the first time, full of curiosity and awe.

Of course, because he was still wearing the Green Leaf Elementary Soul Master Academy uniform from that morning, the pedestrians coming and going on the street all gave this handsome little boy kind smiles. Almost no one showed contempt at Ling Yi's country-bumpkin-like appearance.

On the contrary, quite a few people cast looks of envy and longing at the school uniform he wore.

In the inner-city district of Mu Zhi City, a towering domed building that occupied no small area rose from the ground. Set against the surrounding street-side shops and courtyard residences, it stood out like a crane among chickens.

Although the architectural style of its Sovereign Nation, the Heaven Dou Empire, resembled the European style from Ling Yi's previous life, the Waterwood Principality, located by the eastern coast, was generally like the Star Luo Empire in the continent's south, leaning closer to a Chinese style.

Of course, because of certain unspeakable reasons, the entire Douluo Continent was somewhat neither here nor there.

For example, in the original Timeline, Dai Mubai of the Protagonist Group was born into the White Tiger Dai Family of the Star Luo imperial clan, and his elder brother was named Davis; Xue Ye of the Heaven Dou Empire had a cousin named Kundera, who was the king of the Balak Kingdom; and there was even some Hagendas Kingdom...

Arriving before this tall building with sharp, distinct lines and edges, Ling Yi lifted his eyes and sized it up.

At a rough glance, the domed building was mainly brown overall and covered an extremely broad area. The width of the front alone was over a hundred meters, and it stood thirty meters tall. The interior looked to be divided into roughly three or four floors.

Above the main entrance, in the center, was a long sword with its tip pointing downward. To its left and right were, respectively, a hammer and a creature that looked like a dragon.

Through this emblem, it declared to every passerby that this was the Spirit Hall Main Hall, above the two levels of branch hall and sub-hall.

At that moment, Ling Yi's figure drew the attention of the two guards at the entrance. The two turned their gazes toward Ling Yi, just as Ling Yi looked over and met their eyes.

The two guards looked about twenty Years Old. The Soul Power fluctuations radiating from them were stronger than Fifth Brother Wang Meng's and roughly on par with Yan Bin, the Deacon of the Spirit Hall Branch in North River Mouth Town. Clearly, both were two-ring Great Soul Masters.

To have two Great Soul Masters standing guard at the front gate—in all of Mu Zhi City, aside from Grand Duke Mu Feng's court, probably only those few marquis estates and this Spirit Hall could be so extravagantly overbearing.

Ling Yi tugged at the hem of his school uniform jacket and stepped forward with a constrained appearance. Under the watch of the guards on both sides of the gate, he spoke politely and asked, "Hello, uncles. I'm a Work-study Student from North River Mouth Town. Deacon Yan Bin from our town's Spirit Hall Branch asked me to bring a message and pay a visit to Deacon Lu Yi here..."

Hearing Ling Yi's words, the two guards' gazes moved from his neat school uniform to Ling Yi's fair, clean little face that naturally inspired goodwill. Their originally stern expressions softened somewhat. The guard on the left thought for a moment and said, "You're here for Lu Yi? He's inside today, but he might be busy right now. Go in first and ask at the reception hall—"

"The reception hall is on the first floor. Go straight in, then turn right," the guard on the right added.

"Thank you! Thank you, uncles!" When Ling Yi heard this, he hurriedly gave each of the two guards a slight bow, not forgetting to thank them.

"No need to thank us~" / "Hurry on in~"

The two guards, one on the left and one on the right, waved their hands, pointed inside the gate, and smilingly signaled to Ling Yi in unison.

"Mm-hm~"

Ling Yi answered with a smiling face, then quickly stepped into Spirit Hall.

Watching Ling Yi's back as he left, both guards smiled slightly. The one on the left said, "That little guy's pretty sensible~"

"He is~" The guard on the right nodded. "A polite kid."

"Speaking of which~" A trace of curiosity appeared on the left guard's face. "Was Deacon Lu Yi promoted up from North River Mouth Town before? I don't think I've heard much about that—"

"I'm not sure either~" The right guard shook his head and said, "He's been here four or five years. Aside from a few people he has a somewhat better relationship with, he hardly interacts with anyone else. I heard that most of the time, besides completing the hall's assignments, he's always cultivating..."

Inside the thirty-meter-tall domed main hall, Ling Yi had only just walked in a little over ten meters when his outstanding hearing clearly took in the conversation between the two men at the entrance. At the same time, he did not forget to raise his head and look all around, taking in the grand interior of the building before him.

Overall, it resembled the layout of a Western church from his previous life. The dome above was covered in murals, and in each small square a little lower down, all sorts of Spirit forms were painted.

All around were huge crystal windows. At this moment, they were casting dazzling sunlight into the great hall, refracting upon the brilliant golden base color of the murals. The entire hall was bathed in golden light that left one dazzled and entranced.

If it were other transmigrators, or Native Inhabitants, arriving here, their attention might be focused on the resplendent decorations. But Ling Yi was different. Beneath his seeming reluctance to leave, a portion of his attention was placed deep in his eyes upon the Spirit forms within each small square.

Spirit Hall was worthy of being Spirit Hall. These images on the dome alone were already a considerable "fortune"!