Chapter 49 - 49: Healing Language

Feng Zhaobai remained silent for a long time, then sighed wearily, and patiently began explaining from the very basics. "The materials used for the Dragon Emblem are produced in the Nine-layered Heaven Secret Realm, known as [Illusion Gold]." "Once it is refined along with your soul's bloodline, it can change in texture as your self-existence strength increases. This is professionally termed as [Energy Level Transition]." "Similar to the concept with the same name in chemistry, the microscopic material form of the transitioned [Illusion Gold] changes, and its visible light representation will also change, from the most original black iron color, to bronze, then silver, gold, and finally to purple gold like mine." "The change in the representation of texture actually signifies the reorganization of its internal crystal structure. Each change enables it to withstand one Divine Ability Imprint." "It should be noted that these divine skills are solidified along with your soul's bloodline and cannot be altered. When you ascend to the upper heavenly position, you can continue to strengthen these divine skills." "So, no matter which heavenly position you ascend to in the future, these five energy level divine skills will stay with you for life, becoming your innate divine abilities. Be cautious in your choices." Speaking up to this point, Feng Zhaobai saw Zhu Haomiao's face filled with confusion and hesitation, and suddenly smiled warmly. "However, there's no need to worry about the first divine power level. There's a universally recognized mandatory choice." "Ah? A mandatory choice?" "[Healing Language], the entry-level simplified version of the Buddhist [Telepathy], known in the West as [Language Proficiency]. Without this divine skill, you can't take a single step in the All Heavens Illusion Realm." Upon hearing this, Zhu Haomiao slapped his palm with sudden realization. Indeed! These past two days, even Chinese spoken with a thick dialect accent made it difficult for me to understand, let alone venturing to other worlds! Seeing Zhu Haomiao's face, Feng Zhaobai nodded with satisfaction and extended his hand to him. "Let me use the Dragon Emblem for a moment." "Senior Brother Feng, does casting divine power require contribution points?" "Other countries or forces charge money, but we don't need that. This is a benefit of China." Receiving the Dragon Emblem handed over by the young man, Feng Zhaobai stood up and left the reception room directly. Not long after, a pretty girl with long hair to her waist walked into the room holding a complete set of equipment, looking at Zhu Haomiao with curiosity. "Student Zhu, here is the equipment you ordered, and there's a changing room over there." "Thank you." Politely accepting the equipment from her hand, Zhu Haomiao went to the changing room, took off the patched old clothes, and put on the new equipment piece by piece. seaʀᴄh thё Nôvel(F)ire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. A few minutes later, looking at the slender and upright black-clad youth in the mirror, Zhu Haomiao couldn't help but nod with satisfaction. The fitted nano combat suit was seamless, lightweight, and comfortable, allowing large movements without the slightest obstruction, to the extent that it made one forget its existence. The black fitted outfit outside wasn't overly flashy, only gold thread dragon patterns were inlaid at some edges. At first glance, it seemed "plain and unremarkable," but upon careful observation, it revealed a sense of understated luxury. When he fastened the pitch-black cloak and donned the eagle-beak-like hood, Zhu Haomiao instantly recalled a game from his previous life called Assassin's Creed. I need to find a place to "sneak" in tonight! Playfully moving his limbs, Zhu Haomiao's brows suddenly furrowed, feeling the sore and stabbing pain in every muscle. "..." Haven't recovered from the aftermath of fighting the Corpse Ghost the day before yesterday? Clenching his fists, he felt it was not obvious without exerting force, but applying force clearly brought a stabbing sensation. Zhu Haomiao glanced down at himself, pursing his lips in disdain. Such a fragile shell… He put down the hood and stepped out of the changing room. The two figures in the reception room immediately lit up their eyes upon seeing him. Although the youth's build wasn't tall and burly, the proportions were very harmonious, giving off a sense of slender and graceful elegance. Plus, there was a subtle but unmistakable aura and oppressive presence about his brows, making one feel like he was a prince about to seek revenge. "Student Zhu, the cultivation technique is fully injected, and the [Healing Language] imprint is completed. Keep it safe." Receiving the Dragon Emblem handed by Feng Zhaobai with both hands, Zhu Haomiao nodded gratefully. "Thank you, Senior Brother Feng." "You're welcome. You've overdrawn 70 contribution points in total, and you still have a 40-point quota. You can come to redeem it anytime you need." Upon hearing this, Zhu Haomiao's eyes moved. "Can it be exchanged for silver?" "Uh… it can, but I don't recommend it. Generally equivalent items in the Illusion Realm don't hold much significance for us individually. Only large-scale national-level development needs to stockpile a bit, and downward conversion is disadvantageous, since silver can't be exchanged back for contribution points." Hesitating for a second but recalling the inhumanly bitter and astringent flatbread and the delicious meal at [Xinghua House] from the past few days, Zhu Haomiao's eyes suddenly became as steadfast as joining the party. Money isn't everything, but it's absolutely essential without it! I never want to eat those bitter, astringent, dry, and mouth-stabbing flatbreads again! On the other side, seemingly seeing through Zhu Haomiao's determination, Feng Zhaobai sighed deeply. "Alright, I'll lend you a sum of money personally. How much do you need? Would one thousand taels be enough?" "Ah?!" Zhu Haomiao was stunned for a second, eyeing Feng Zhaobai suspiciously, unable to understand why he was so invested in him. Previously, it could be considered official business, but now he was providing help in a personal capacity! After having a meal at what was claimed to be Shanghai's top restaurant, [Xinghua House], Zhu Haomiao also gained a preliminary understanding of the purchasing power of silver. A feast crafted personally by a Royal Chef, plus a bottle of top-tier ten-year-old Floral Carving wine, altogether didn't even cost twenty taels of silver. Of course, it's possible that the shopkeeper gave him a big discount out of respect for An Rong and others, potentially just charging the cost price… No matter how it's calculated, the purchasing power of silver is quite potent. A strong laborer's monthly wage is just about one tael of silver, barely enough to support a family. A grown slave is only worth a bit over ten taels; just a few taels could buy someone a leg, an arm, or even a life! In tumultuous times, human life is cheap, and a thousand taels of silver is definitely a fortune that could stir up a storm of bloodshed. This Senior Brother Feng casually lends it to me; could he have some ulterior motive? Oh no! Could it be that he wants me to get a credit card from him?! Or is he some top-tier wealthy dude? Seeing the cautious and puzzled eyes of the youth, Feng Zhaobai immediately read his mind, smiling wryly and spreading his hands. "It's your first time entering the Illusion Realm, so you might not know that as Descenders, we have ten thousand ways to monetize Extraordinary Power. The simplest and most straightforward is Black Eating Black, or taking down some big bad guys; his money then all becomes yours, not to mention…" Feng Zhaobai pointed to the Purple Gold Dragon Emblem on his chest, his eyes filled with pride.