Douluo: This Legend of the Dragon King is not quite right

Chapter 131 Spiritual Power of a Soul Venerable at the Spirit Abyss Realm

The doctor paused, then explained the treatment plan in detail:

"The most urgent task is to gently replenish his energy. For the first three days, he can only be sustained by intravenous injections of a special nutrient solution. He absolutely cannot eat, otherwise his severely atrophied stomach simply cannot withstand it."

"Three days later, you can start feeding small amounts of warm liquid food, such as porridge or nutritional supplements. This should be done gradually and not too hastily, otherwise it can easily cause serious gastrointestinal problems. Then, depending on the recovery, you can gradually transition to semi-liquid food and soft food."

"I understand. Thank you." Leng Yulai's tense nerves finally relaxed a little, and she nodded solemnly.

With the assistance of medical staff, Lu Jun was transferred to a quiet and well-equipped single ward.

Leng Yulai dismissed everyone else and sat alone by the hospital bed, looking at the boy who was still asleep, his face pale but his breathing gradually becoming steady.

She sighed softly, her gaze sweeping over Lu Jun's long, unkempt black hair that had begun to obscure his eyes and neck. His appearance, coupled with his current weakness, made him look particularly disheveled and… pitiful?

Leng Yulai shook her head, shaking off the strange thoughts in her mind. She took out a small mirror and a delicate pair of scissors from her storage soul tool.

She gently helped Lu Jun up a little, letting him lean against her arm, and then carefully began to trim his hair.

The scissors made a soft "snip" sound, and strands of overly long black hair fell down.

Leng Yulai's movements were exceptionally focused and meticulous, as if she were sculpting a work of art.

She trimmed the bangs that were covering her eyes and cut off the messy hair around her ears and the back of her neck, making her hairstyle look neat and tidy while still retaining a youthful vibe.

After she finished cutting her hair, she picked up a mirror and looked at herself in front of Lu Jun.

The boy in the mirror had a much clearer facial contour, and the heroic spirit and handsomeness that had been lost in his sleep were revealed again. Although he was still pale and weak, he looked much more energetic, sunny, and handsome.

Looking at her work, Leng Yulai's lips unconsciously curved into a satisfied smile, and her eyes softened without her even realizing it.

She carefully laid Lu Jun back down and tucked him in.

As darkness fell outside the window, only a soft wall lamp remained in the ward.

Leng Yulai sat to the side, closing her eyes to regulate her breathing, but she always kept a wisp of her spiritual energy focused on Lu Jun's condition.

In the dead of night, the door to the ward was silently pushed open a crack.

A figure walked in silently; it was Gu Yuena. Her gaze immediately fell on Lu Jun on the hospital bed.

Leng Yulai opened her eyes, saw Gu Yuena, a knowing glint in her eyes, and said softly with a hint of amusement:
"It seems you really care about him. You're always the first one to come when something happens to him."

Gu Yuena walked calmly to the bedside and said, "Not as fast as you."

Leng Yulai raised an eyebrow slightly and leaned back in her comfortable chair:
"That's not how it works. After all, I've always been the one protecting him. If I'm not there when he wakes up and something happens, wouldn't that be dereliction of duty?"

Gu Yuena didn't reply, but just stood quietly by the bed. A subtle silence fell over the ward, with only Lu Jun's even but weak breathing.

Just then, the person on the hospital bed trembled very slightly with their eyelashes.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Jun slowly and laboriously opened his eyes.

My vision was initially blurry, but gradually became focused after my eyes adjusted to the soft light in the ward.

"I... this is..." Lu Jun opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but his throat was so dry it felt like sandpaper was being rubbed, and he could only make a faint breath.

He felt his body was still incredibly heavy, and even turning his neck was extremely difficult.

This tiny noise immediately drew the full attention of the two women beside the bed.

Gu Yuena reacted quickly; she turned around and picked up a water glass and a thin straw that had been prepared nearby.

He bent down and carefully placed one end of the straw to Lu Jun's chapped lips, while his other hand steadily supported the back of his neck, helping him to lift his head slightly.

"Don't talk, drink some water first."

The cool water flowed slowly into Lu Jun's mouth through the straw, soothing his burning throat. The crisp, sweet taste was like rain in the desert, which Lu Jun's parched body instinctively drank from.

He swallowed a few times with difficulty, and the stinging sensation in his throat eased slightly. His muddled mind seemed to be awakened by the clear water, bringing a sliver of clarity.

Leng Yulai did not step forward, but remained seated with her arms crossed, watching their every move.

After drinking a few sips of water, Lu Jun felt much better and was at least able to make a sound.

He stared blankly at Gu Yuena and Leng Yulai, and asked in a hoarse voice:

"...How long has it been?"

Gu Yuena moved the water glass away to let him catch his breath, and replied:
“You have been meditating deeply for a full six months. Your body has not been nourished for a long time and is extremely weak. You need to rest now.”

"Six months..." Lu Jun was stunned, his mind still somewhat sluggish as he processed the information.

No wonder... I feel completely drained, even moving my fingers is difficult.

It seems he's been in deep meditation for half a year.

He instinctively wanted to probe the soul power within his body.

However, the expected surge of soul power did not occur.

The total amount of soul power... has hardly increased?
Still stuck at the threshold of level 37, the peak level.

The huge sense of disparity made Lu Jun's heart sink.

After spending six months in deep meditation, his soul power remained stagnant.

It seems that deep meditation does not significantly increase soul power, but it does improve other aspects quite significantly.

According to Lu Jun's own guess, his combat power has increased by at least twice as much as before.

His sword intent underwent a qualitative leap, followed by a significant improvement in his mental strength.

If the previous perception of sword intent was clear, then the transformation of mental power can be described as groundbreaking.

His consciousness seemed to break free of invisible shackles, spreading out instantly.

The trail of dust falling in the ward, the subtle rustling of leaves in the night breeze outside the window, the low hum of the instruments in the next ward, even the quiet conversations of the nurses on duty in the lobby downstairs...

Countless pieces of information flooded into his senses like a tidal wave.

This is no longer a vague sensation, but a panoramic view with every detail and distinct layers.

He doesn't need to look at it deliberately; everything within a radius of several hundred meters unfolds before his eyes as long as he wants to know it.

What shocked him even more was that this spiritual power was so vast, pure, and condensed to an unprecedented level, like an endless ice-blue ocean containing unimaginable power.

It is no longer limited to perception; it seems to possess the rudiments of some tangible power.

"Spirit Abyss Realm..."

A near-dreamlike word exploded in his mind.

This is the watershed of spiritual power, a realm that only titled Douluo-level experts can stably enter.

This means that the total amount and quality of his spiritual power has reached the threshold sufficient to initially interfere with reality and integrate with a higher level of existence.

He can absorb souls that are 100,000 years old...

He was a three-ring Soul Master who had reached the spiritual power cultivation level of the Spirit Abyss Realm.

This is a bit scary, isn't it?
(End of this chapter)