The Martial Lord of the Troubled World

Chapter 51 Sound Recording
Listening?

Fu Juemin blinked. At this moment, Fu Guoping walked up from behind and told people to wait for the charred corpse of the rat demon to cool down before putting it into an iron box and taking it away.

"Burned like this, does anyone still want it, Second Uncle?"

Fu Juemin casually asked Fu Guoping.

"It might even sell better."

How many people do you think would be able to stomach eating that rat demon after seeing its original form?

Fu Guoping smiled dismissively, pointing to the charred corpse on the ground, and said, "It's fine as it is now. We might as well crush it into powder, mix it into the medicinal mud, and roll it into pills."

Well, Fu Guoping had already figured out how to promote this charred rat demon corpse.

The men from the Civil Affairs Bureau stayed behind to clean up the remaining battlefield. Fu Guoping was in a hurry to go to the county government, so Fu Juemin naturally hitched a ride with Fu Guoping and asked him to take him home.

Before the two parted, Fu Juemin specifically instructed his second uncle, Fu Guoping, to help him search for the whereabouts of the colorful-clothed man from the Cizun Sect.

Although the rat demon is dead, the man in colorful clothes is still missing. If he is still alive, now is the best time to take advantage of his illness and kill him. Fu Juemin does not want to be remembered by a Blood Gate Martial Master from now on.

After a series of battles, with his nerves on edge and having not slept all night, even though Fu Juemin had 4 points of life and physical strength far exceeding that of an ordinary bone-forging martial artist, he was now feeling both mentally and physically exhausted.

After having hot water prepared and taking a bath, a muscle relaxer was called in to massage and soothe the muscles and tendons, and a medicinal meal with ginseng tea was served. Only then did the person fully recover.

Fu Guosheng was not there; he had gone out early in the morning to discuss business with someone, and Li Tong went with him.

Fu Juemin greeted his stepmother Lin Wanrong and then went upstairs alone to his room.

"【Listening】?"

Fu Juemin brought up his character panel and looked at the newly added talents, feeling a strong sense of anticipation and curiosity.

The rat demon from the Cizun Sect this time was far weaker than the black-scaled snake demon they encountered in Peach Blossom Village last time. After killing it, Fu Juemin only obtained half of the golden energy from the black-scaled snake demon, which was converted into only 1 skill point.

Moreover, judging from the name alone, the newly acquired [Haunted Listening] talent doesn't seem to be a talent ability that can directly enhance combat power.

"We'll only know after we try..."

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around to disturb him, Fu Juemin decided to try out this new talent skill on the bed.

The feeling of quietly activating the gray-white words "Whispering" was similar to the feeling of first activating the "Soft Bones" talent.

In an instant, Fu Juemin felt as if his body was sinking down into a dark and bottomless place.

His pupils unconsciously transformed into two dark yellow vertical lines, and his whole body trembled slightly involuntarily.

At first, it was like rain falling on green tiles.

A subtle, rustling sound amplified in the silence, like the first rain of the night falling, approaching from afar.

The rustling sound then rapidly amplified and intensified, transforming into a mixture of countless broken sound waves.

Indistinct footsteps, distant laughter, the clinking of cups and plates, and a sigh that was drawn out for no reason.
These sounds surged into his mind like an out-of-control tide, rushing in from all directions, as if hundreds of untuned radios were simultaneously turned on in his head.

This buzzing sound that went straight to the mind made Fu Juemin feel slightly dizzy and nauseous, as if there were invisible needles in his brain that were repeatedly piercing and churning.

He suppressed his discomfort and tried to slowly turn his thoughts like a knob, trying to confine them to a certain range. Only then did the surrounding noise decrease rapidly, and the meaningless noise was filtered out layer by layer.
Tick-tock—tick-tock—tick-tock—

Fu Juemin's tightly closed eyelids twitched slightly; he recognized the sound as the ticking of the pocket watches in his bedroom drawer.

"Crunch—"

This is the sound of the bed board and solid wood floorboards under you naturally warping slightly.

"The rustling—"

This might be the rustling sound of rats and ants moving around in some hidden corner.

After listening for a while, Fu Juemin realized that there wasn't much to hear in his bedroom, so he tried to expand the range of sound sources.

Suddenly, the sounds he could hear became much richer.

"...Young Master is back? Where did you go all night?"

"Aunt Wu... Waaah, a stray cat suddenly darted into the kitchen and destroyed the bird's nest soup I was making for Madam. If Madam finds out, she'll definitely kill me..."

"Double Heavenly Supreme! Sun Datou, hurry up and pay up, hahaha!"

There was Xiao Huaihua's tearful plea for help, Butler Chen's stern reprimands of the servants, and the noisy gambling of the guards during their leisure time.
This experience of eavesdropping from the shadows gave Fu Juemin the feeling that the entire mansion was being stripped of its disguise layer by layer before his eyes, leaving nothing to the imagination.

His playful nature began to stir. At first, he wanted to listen to all kinds of sounds, but later he gradually started to try to filter the sound sources and limit the direction from which the sounds came.
After [Listening] is activated, it's as if Fu Juemin has a peculiar radio inside his body, which can actively or passively receive all sorts of strange and wonderful sounds from the outside world.

The radio's power can be increased or decreased according to his control.

The more sound sources a device receives, the finer the sound it receives, and the smaller the range it can cover; conversely, the fewer sound sources a device receives, the smaller the range it can cover.

Fu Juemin suddenly had the idea of ​​testing the limits of this talent.

Since the goal is to test the maximum coverage range of [Listening], the sound source must be limited to only one.

After a moment's thought, he decided to use his own name, "Fu Juemin," as the keyword, directly blocking out those voices that were irrelevant to him, and then spreading his talent as widely as possible.

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At first, all that could be heard was silence.

Gradually, indistinct sounds began to emerge.

"Fu Juemin, Fu Juemin..."

Fu Juemin

"Fu Juemin!"

One different voice after another rang out, as if all sorts of people were repeatedly calling his name in his ear.

How many people in the entire Luanhe County are named Fu Juemin?

Or rather, at this very moment, how many people are secretly gossiping about him, the eldest son of the richest family in Luanhe?
Fu Juemin searched for his familiar voice as his name was called out repeatedly.

He gradually felt weak; the prolonged use of his talent had depleted his body.

Just as he was about to give up, a voice suddenly popped into his mind.

"I admit that my impression of Fu Juemin has changed..."

The voice was urgent, with a hint of arrogance and shrewishness, and it sounded familiar.

Fu Juemin thought carefully and confirmed that it was the short-haired girl from Shenggong Girls' School whom he had met at the street corner yesterday.

He didn't know the girl's name, but judging from her voice, she seemed to be talking about him behind his back.

A sense of curiosity arose in his heart, and he quickly focused his attention on it.

"Just because he held your hand, you've fallen for him? Hmph..."

A male voice sneered.

"Bullshit! He was teaching me how to use a gun!"

The short-haired girl immediately retorted, "Yesterday, when a few of us girls were almost dragged away, where was Shen Huai'an, who came out to help?"
Don't think I didn't see you; you've been hiding among the girls the whole time, a spineless coward!

"You... you're talking nonsense!"

The man's voice sounded somewhat embarrassed and angry.

The short-haired girl's tone was full of disdain, "Whether I'm lying or not, you know in your heart."

All I know is that if Fu Juemin hadn't given me that gun yesterday, we would have been dragged away by the refugees long ago, and the donation box would have been stolen.
Oh, by the way, did you know that Fu Juemin also donated one thousand silver dollars?

"He donated money because he felt guilty and knew he was in the wrong! His father, Fu Guosheng, swindled so much money from ordinary people, so it's only right that Fu Juemin donate a thousand silver dollars!"

The male voice shouted loudly.

"you"

The short-haired girl seemed quite angry, and then she tugged hard at the person next to her, urging, "Yunzhi, say something!"

Soon, Fu Juemin heard an exceptionally pleasant female voice, which hesitated and timidly spoke:

"I think we should thank Fu Juemin properly."

Fu Juemin blinked and suddenly felt a warm liquid flowing down his nose.

He instinctively covered his nose and then quickly exited the [Listening] state.

My body is depleted... and my Youling brand radio is out of power.
(End of this chapter)