Decaying World

Chapter 187 187 Original Blood III

Lin Hui couldn't resist reaching out to touch the neatly folded canvas of the girl; it was as soft as real human skin.

"Do you like it? But it's a pity I can't give it to you. This is a special item that only the shop owner's divine technique can maintain." Hong Ling laughed. "I'll take you to see other fun things later, but let's eat first today."

He clapped his hands, and soon the door to the outer compartment opened, and a handsome little boy with white ram horns on his head pushed in a metal cart.

On the cart was a large plate of stir-fried green peppers with sliced ​​pork, mixed with some red peppers and garlic slices. The colorful dish smelled delicious and was very appetizing.

Such a simple home-style dish shouldn't be in such an unusual place.

The key point is that this dish is actually abnormal, not in its cooking method or its ingredients, but in its portion size.

This thing was served in a metal silver basin the size of a washbasin.

It's a huge basin, more than enough to feed two pigs.

"This is stir-fried pork slices, but it's not pork, it's farmed meat from the Fifth Tower," Hong Ling explained.

"Farmed meat? What kind of animal is that?" Lin Hui asked curiously.

"It's a mixture of all kinds of meat, a composite of different types. The Fifth Tower separates the individual qualities of meat, isolates and proliferates it, forming a meat mass that can grow indefinitely as long as it's given nutrients. This meat grows very quickly, and its nutrition isn't as comprehensive as other meats, but it tastes better, is plentiful and filling, and doesn't cause much digestive burden because it doesn't contain any impurities," Hong Lingxiang explained.

After the stir-fried meat was served, the three of them each scooped a large spoonful into their bowls. Lin Hui tasted it carefully and found it to be very tender, slightly crisp, and very fresh, with absolutely no smell of pork, beef, or mutton.

Following that, the other dishes were served one after another: loofah and egg soup, stir-fried sweet potato with tomatoes, braised chicken leg, and red oil dragon meat.

According to Hong Ling, the last dish was a stir-fry made with diced meat from a mist dragon. It was the most expensive dish on the table and was said to greatly enhance male virility and boost energy. It was specially made for Lin Hui.

"Come on, you like taking aphrodisiacs, right? This is definitely potent! You'll be satisfied after you take it!" Hong Ling said with a smile as he scooped a spoonful for Lin Hui.

Lin Hui reluctantly ate a piece. It tasted good, almost like eating beef, and the evolution time of the Blood Seal did indeed jump forward slightly. But it was only a tiny bit.

It is evident that although this thing is dragon meat, it may have been eaten too much, grown too much, and grown too quickly, resulting in extremely weak medicinal properties.

They devoured all the dragon meat in a few bites, and just then they overheard Hong Ling and his sister discussing the matter of the Blood Ancestor of the original blood noble race making a move.

Hong Ling vividly described to her younger sister the grand scene she had witnessed.

Both siblings were priests and yearned for that realm. Lin Hui, however, as he listened, keenly sensed a strange meaning.

During the meal, Hong Ling's colleague suddenly knocked on the door and came in to say hello, which further confirmed his suspicions.

"Hearing that you and your brother were entertaining guests here, I came over to greet you. It's been a long time since I've seen Lingxiang." The person who came in was covered in black, as if he had been smeared with coal all over his body.

"Wang Yue?? You went to Shenying City again? Are you still shedding your shadows?" Hong Lingxiang stood up and invited the other party to sit down.

"Yeah, I've only been back a few days. You know the situation over there. There's nothing I can do. I can only stay and watch over them," the man said helplessly.

"How long has the unrest in Shenying City lasted? It's still not settled. What is the Federation thinking? Why doesn't it send people to suppress it?" Hong Ling frowned.

"Is it that you don't want to?" The woman named Wang Yue shrugged, her voice clear and crisp, clearly a woman. "You all know the situation between the Federation and Hongyin right now. They've fought several times on the border. With such heavy casualties, how can they have time to care about such a small matter as Shenying City?"

"No matter what, it would be good to send a few Blood Ancestors over earlier. Blood Ancestor Blood Hearts can be of great help, right? It's so late now, it might be too late for anyone to go," Hong Lingwu sighed.

“Who says otherwise? In the end, it’s still us lower-ups who have to step up and hold the fort,” Wang Yue said, her tone clearly filled with resentment.

"And who is this?" she asked, looking at Lin Hui beside her.

Hong Ling introduced her to Lin Hui, and Wang Yue immediately introduced herself to him enthusiastically.

She comes from a similar background to the Hong siblings, being on the edge of the original bloodline. Her bloodline hasn't completely diluted yet, so she can still work in the Moon Tower. But when it comes to her next generation, they will probably have to move out of the Moon Tower and live at the foot of the tower.

The chances of coming back are slim.

“Actually, we all face the same dilemma, similar ones,” Wang Yue sighed. “We want to struggle, but resources are blocked, we can’t get more positions, and we can only rely on our qualifications, which are extremely dependent on luck.”

“Who says otherwise? We didn’t get any enjoyment, but all the hard and dirty work was assigned to us.” Hong Ling nodded in agreement, looking deeply moved.

"You know about Chen Zhuoyan not long ago, right? She fell in love with a guy from the Tower, but her family disapproved, worried about her bloodline being leaked. They were at an impasse for over a month, and then her family killed the guy from the Tower. She herself had a mental breakdown and was locked up, where they repeatedly used divine techniques to brainwash and modify her mind. Sigh." Hong Ling's gossip was like a real news machine.

He completely ignored his sister's attempts to tug at his sleeve and tell him not to talk nonsense.

“Isn’t this kind of thing common? We, with our marginal bloodlines, can’t choose the people we like, nor do we dare to like anyone casually. Otherwise, we might accidentally harm someone. Apart from the basic benefits of the Moon Tower, we are even worse off than ordinary members of the three major sects,” Wang Yue sighed. “Yes, we have to live in constant fear when we go out. If foreign enemies come, they like to capture us the most, because we are easy to study bloodlines, we are weak, and we are easily abandoned by the noble circles,” Hong Ling nodded.

“Many people below the tower even hate us, lumping us together with the nobles to be hostile, but the problem is we haven’t done anything. We haven’t gained any benefits, but we’ve taken all the blame.” Wang Yue agreed repeatedly.

"Are there many like you?" Lin Hui, who had been listening for a while, couldn't help but ask.

“Yes, there are many. Apart from the two hundred nobles, the rest are all of them. Those of us who still have a chance to inherit the family line have no right to choose our future spouses. The same goes for procreation.” Hong Ling nodded.

The three chatted casually, and after careful consideration, they all agreed that Lin Hui, as the direct disciple of the Supreme Elder of the Three Sects, plus his elder brother's future potential and background, was much more comfortable than they were.

After dinner, Wang Yue took the initiative to exchange contact information with Lin Hui. His proactiveness made people think that he was the original bloodline.

After leaving the feeding layer, we continued to ride the moth car upwards and soon entered the Moon Tower layer, which was built like a black palace complex.

The place was empty and deserted, with only the occasional handsome, muscular young man seen cleaning shirtless.

Although the architectural style of this floor is somewhat dark compared to the food floor, everything else seems normal.

“This entire floor belongs to our family. Besides my mother, some of her friends live here. We have a weekly party in the central area, where my mother brings back other elders from the Extreme Desire Heaven for everyone to enjoy together. If someone accidentally becomes pregnant with a non-hereditary bloodline, they're all thrown into the Deep Domain.” Lin Hui could understand each of Hong Ling's words individually, but when put together, they inexplicably left him feeling bewildered.
"Could I witness the blissful time here?" Lin Hui thought for a moment and asked in a deep voice.

"Of course, it's very simple."

Hong Ling and his sister led him through the deserted, empty black stone buildings and soon stopped in front of a black stone tablet.

"Place your hand on it. The first time you need to register, but afterwards you can automatically enter the tower at night," Hong Ling explained.

Lin Hui nodded and placed his hand on the stone tablet.

After a few breaths, he felt nothing, then heard Hong Ling say, "It's done. You can start experiencing it tonight."

Since Hong's mother was not around, the two of them had nothing to do, so they took Lin Hui to wander around the Moon Tower.

There are no elevators or lifting devices here; people rely entirely on moth-shaped vehicles to fly in and out, and each floor is a separate, enclosed space.

The area of ​​the first floor is equivalent to half the size of Xinyu Town, and it is extremely spacious.

The original blood nobles were few in number, each occupying their own floor. They could build and decorate as they pleased on their own territory without anyone interfering.

After spending two hours on the Hong family's floor, Lin Hui followed Hong Ling out to the 1000th floor to participate in an activity he often participated in.

According to him, most of the participants in this event were of the same original bloodline as him, with a small number being people of high status like Lin Hui from the lower levels.

Lin Hui went along anyway, just wanting to see what it was like. After all, the first floor of the Hong family's house was all black buildings and handsome men, with nothing to do.

But when you actually go there, you find that the thousandth floor is not much different from the towns on the ground. It's just that this place is dominated by all kinds of teahouses, taverns and restaurants.

The entire floor was packed with over a hundred taverns and teahouses of all kinds.

This so-called event was nothing more than a grievance session.

A large number of people with the same bloodline as Hong Ling and his sister gathered together to drink alcohol and tea, venting their frustrations.

Lin Hui listened patiently at first, but later found that they were all similar stories, all the same.

It's not that your lover was killed by your family because their bloodline couldn't be shared. It's that you can't freely choose what you want to do; you're confined to the inner city and can't leave without permission.

They have no control over their own lives, and even their efforts offer no guarantee of a future or results; everything they do is controlled by the nobles. Yet, in the eyes of those below the tower, they are glamorous and powerful Lords of the Primal Blood.

Such a contradictory disparity left these people feeling extremely distressed.

"Undoubtedly, we enjoy some of the resources, benefits, and lifestyle of the original bloodline, but more than these, what I want is the freedom of those below the tower. The freedom to choose life, to choose death, to choose love, to choose hate! But we have none of these."

The speaker was not Hong Ling, but the organizer of the event, a woman named Hou Xihan.

She possesses a noble air and sharp eyes, offering encouragement to every new member of the Primal Bloodline.

Although everyone knows it's useless, if the higher-ups think there's a problem, they'll be taken home to the Taisu Yuanpan for brainwashing and cognitive reshaping.

But even this mere formal psychological comfort earned her the support of almost all the original bloodline present.

(End of this chapter)