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The remnants of Heavenly Tribulation left behind the Tian Huo and the heavenly thunder, which had originally been concealed within Dan Tian and the meridians. Now, both were utterly destroyed, leaving scarcely any bones intact. The Thunderfire that lurked within had seeped into his flesh, causing sharp pains to flare up intermittently. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his once pale face had turned a shade of purple. He was jolted from his thoughts by the pain, gasping for breath.
"Ah! He Ye, I don’t know where you’ve wandered before, but everyone in this courtyard has ended up here because they offended someone. Life is short; I’ve come to see things differently over the years. A plain life is still a life, and a grand one is also a life. You should try to let it go," said Qiu Hao as he hurried over to wipe the sweat from Mo Wen’s forehead and face upon seeing him awake. Qiu Hao was the only person in this courtyard whose name Mo Wen knew; he was also the leader of this group. Though he had fallen to the status of a commoner, it was evident that he had once been an extraordinary figure, and with a surname like Qiu, he was certainly not a mere rustic.
During these days, Mo Wen had roughly figured out how this group survived. In Cold Ice City, where mortals coexisted with warriors and cultivators, the status of commoners was lowly. They all resided in Kun Jiu Fang, while those who had their cultivation forcibly stripped were referred to as Fools in Cold Ice City. The status of a Fool was even lower than that of ordinary citizens; they were driven to the vicinity of the northern gate. Although they were Fools, they had once possessed cultivation, so their physiques were naturally stronger than those of regular citizens. They could often earn their meals by doing physical labor for others or by venturing into the wilderness outside the city to search for rare items to exchange for food.
Due to their identity as Fools, many of their actions were restricted by the Official Government. Most Fools were missing limbs, making movement difficult. Qiu Hao himself had lost an arm; according to him, it was severed by an enemy which led to his capture and loss of cultivation. It was said that there were very few individuals in this area who still had all their limbs intact like him. The drastic fall in status and identity caused by their lost cultivation led to significant psychological impacts; some could not accept such a disparity and chose to end their lives. Perhaps being driven to this northern gate was also intended to facilitate such choices—most would perish after spending just one night in the wilderness outside the city. Those who survived began to fall into despair; thus, it seemed that the identity of Fool was quite fitting. Though they resembled beggars, these individuals were not truly beggars; many from Kun Jiu Fang still relied on aid from the Official Government for survival—who would be willing to give alms to them? Therefore, while they appeared like beggars on the surface, they were actually worse off than beggars.
After wiping Mo Wen's sweat, Qiu Hao ladled a bowl of dark soup from a pot over the fire and fed it to Mo Wen. In recent days, this group had gone outside the city specifically to find some herbs for him; it was said that these herbs would aid in his recovery. Once Qiu Hao completed everything, he glanced at Mo Wen, who seemed lost in thought, sighed softly, shook his head, and turned away. In his eyes, this young man who received special care from Wang Hu might very well choose to walk out of the city gates and end his own life.
Mo Wen did not speculate on Qiu Hao's thoughts; at that moment, he was contemplating how to cultivate using the Xuan Tian Manual. Qiu Hao’s words seemed to point him in a direction; he began exploring along that path. "Why must one have their cultivation stripped away before they can cultivate? Is it from extreme heights to extreme lows? Yes! Isn’t it precisely this disparity?"
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