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Chapter 378.

Four years ago, during the competition, Zhu Zhuqing was only at level 43. Now, she had reached level 61—an astounding leap of 18 levels.

Among so many exceptional talents, such rapid improvement was remarkable, even exaggerated. At this rate, given another year, she could very well reach level 65 or 66.

'But its still slow… it seems she hasn't fully unlocked the potential of the Meteoric Tears.' Wang Feng mused, shaking his head slightly. She probably hasn't figured out how to use it effectively.

The Meteoric Tears possessed extraordinary properties, capable of greatly accelerating cultivation and even offering other unique benefits. However, without proper guidance, its full potential remained untapped.

'If only I had the time to explain how to fully utilize its power back then…' Wang Feng thought. The energy it can channel isn't limited to this level of cultivation speed.

Still, he consoled himself. Maybe it's better this way.

As memories of the events in the Supreme Pontiff Palace resurfaced, Wang Feng felt a surge of complex emotions. After a long moment of reflection, he decided against seeking her out. Now was not the right time.

"Little brother, care for a friendly spar?"

Zhan Xiaotian's voice interrupted his thoughts. His sharp eyes were once again fixed on Wang Feng. "There's something different about you. You don't feel like an ordinary soul master."

'Seriously? Even after going to such lengths to disguise myself, my presence is still drawing attention? Maybe I'm a born star, hehe..'

Wang Feng sighed internally. This guy has some keen instincts.

Outwardly, he maintained a calm, neutral expression, though he couldn't help feeling a little exasperated.

Wang Feng immediately shook his head and replied, "Not at all. I'm just an ordinary soul master guard. I wouldn't stand a chance against you."

He couldn't help but find Zhan Xiaotian amusing—a towering man with such a sharp sixth sense. If they actually sparred, Zhan Xiaotian might very well pick up on something unusual about him.

But Wang Feng had no intention of drawing attention to himself. This journey wasn't about making a spectacle or showing off. He had a clear purpose in mind.

Seeing Wang Feng's refusal, Zhan Xiaotian didn't press the matter further. After a brief exchange, he took his leave, and Wang Feng resumed his exploration of the Star Luo Empire.

During this time, Wang Feng traveled across the empire, slipping into various identities as he went. At times, he was a guard for merchant caravans, protecting them from soul beast attacks. Other times, he played the role of an inconspicuous hunter, quietly navigating the wilderness. On occasion, he even posed as a modest businessman or a traveling noble.

Each role offered a new perspective, a different lens through which to view the world. Wang Feng found it both enlightening and entertaining. His experiences over the past three months had prepared him well for these subtle transformations.

So this is what they mean by experiencing the world, Wang Feng mused.

Two months later, Wang Feng stood on the balcony of a bustling restaurant, gently swirling a glass of lavender-hued liquor. The vast city stretched out before him, its streets teeming with life. He took a deep breath, exhaling softly as he admired the view.

'It's been five months since I began this journey.' he thought, reflecting on the time that had passed.

After two months in the Star Luo Empire, he had traveled extensively, visiting numerous cities and towns. Each destination had revealed new insights and stories, further deepening his understanding of the world around him.

Mixed feelings welled up within Wang Feng as he observed the world around him.

He noticed that while everyone possessed martial souls, only a handful of people could truly harness their potential. Most individuals had low levels of innate soul power, rendering their martial soul practically useless. In such cases, there was little difference between possessing a martial soul and not having one at all.

What intrigued Wang Feng the most, however, was the widespread respect and trust that ordinary people placed in the Soul Hall, often surpassing their loyalty to the two great empires.

The Soul Hall had implemented numerous policies and rules, offering free subsidies to ordinary soul masters—much like the state welfare systems of his previous life. This institution held significant prestige among the common folk, who spoke of it in mostly positive tones. It was a remarkable feat.

For the average person, their country was a place of belonging, something deeply rooted and difficult to replace. Yet the Soul Hall held a unique and special role in their lives.

Strange as it may seem, Wang Feng thought, while the Soul Hall is depicted as the antagonist in the original story, its contributions to the Douluo Continent are undeniable to say the least.

The Soul Hall had set countless standards for soul cultivation, opening new paths for soul masters. Unfortunately, over time, its leadership had deviated from the Hall's original purpose, steering it toward extremism and, ultimately, destruction.

"Is this the inevitable law of development?" Wang Feng murmured to himself. "Empires from the ancient times of my previous life, with histories spanning thousands of years, never lasted indefinitely. Power always evolves, often drifting far from its original ideals. The Soul Hall is no different it seems."

In that moment, a faint sense of clarity washed over him. He felt as though he had grasped a universal truth.

Suddenly, Wang Feng felt the ancient wood pendant resting against his chest tremble softly.

He retrieved it and wrapped it in his spiritual power. This time, he could sense mysterious symbols and formulas emerging from the ancient wood. Thoughts flowed from the artifact, embedding themselves in his mind. These impressions formed ancient scripts, carrying the weight of countless ages.

The Word Secret technique!

Wang Feng inhaled sharply. It has finally revealed itself! As I thought, this treasure responds to experience and enlightenment.

The Word Secret technique was unique, requiring not only spiritual and mental strength but also a deep understanding of the world. It seemed to depend more on one's realm of insight rather than sheer power.

The spiritual realm was a mysterious place, intangible yet profound. Over the past few months, Wang Feng's encounters and reflections had gradually prepared him for this moment.

"It's time to move on," Wang Feng thought. "With less than a month remaining, I'll use this time to cultivate the Word Secret technique."

In his five months of wandering, Wang Feng had met old acquaintances, experienced life through various roles, and embraced the ordinary. Although his combat prowess hadn't advanced, his temperament had grown calmer and more grounded. His presence now carried an unpretentious weight, like a still river hiding its depths.

Wang Feng gained a wealth of knowledge during his travels. He picked up various negotiation techniques from merchants, expanded his understanding of the continent, and learned the art of protection and care from experienced guards. Additionally, he spent time with an elderly nobleman, absorbing ancient noble etiquette and customs.

At one point, Wang Feng shadowed a politician from the Star Luo Empire, observing his maneuvers for half a month. It was during this period that he unexpectedly encountered Dai Mubai.

Now crowned as the Star Luo Empire's crown prince, Dai Mubai had risen to prominence after his elder brother fell from favor. His ascent, however, wasn't without controversy. In a bold move, Dai Mubai defied opposition and named Shui Yue'er as his fiancee, a decision that sparked dissatisfaction among many of Star Luo's old nobility. After all, the Shui family was considered a noble household from the Heaven Dou Empire.

Yet, Shui Yue'er had an unexpected ally. She had formed a sworn sisterhood with Zhu Zhuqing of the powerful Zhu family, a relationship that effectively silenced much of the dissent among the empire's aristocrats.

Though the Star Luo and Heaven Dou Empires differed greatly in their customs and traditions, their political landscapes shared striking similarities.

Wang Feng mused on this, confident in his newfound ability to blend seamlessly into any environment. If he ever wished to disappear, he could do so effortlessly. His skills in disguise had reached their peak, rivaling even the top operatives from his previous life.

This journey of worldly experience, he realized, was more than just an exercise in blending in. It offered him a chance to reflect and find inner peace—an essential process for many soul masters.

After all, whether one was a soul master, a warrior, or a cultivator, the essence of their path was cultivation. Without a stable and mature mindset, even the most diligent practitioner could hit bottlenecks.

While Wang Feng had yet to face any cultivation barriers—thanks to the extraordinary capabilities of his Dustless Glazed Body—he knew his mental state had room for even more growth. His previous life as a recluse and his early years in the Douluo Continent as a "salted fish" had left him with limited understanding of the world. Despite his system-aided rise to power, driven by sheer will and resilience, his comprehension of life and his surroundings remained shallow.

This deficiency in his state of mind had even hindered the full manifestation of the Word Secret technique. Though it hadn't posed any immediate problems, Wang Feng understood that future challenges would demand a deeper sense of self and clarity.

These nearly six months of travel across the continent had broadened his perspective and helped him cultivate a more complete and balanced mindset.

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