Lin Yu took the talent crystal.
He skillfully placed it on his brow to sense it, and immediately a stream of information surged into his mind.
Soul Dome: A-class talent, can generate a Sky Cage around the sea of consciousness. The Sky Cage can defend against soul attacks, invasions, etc.
"This talent is good, it perfectly compensates for my weakness in the soul. It's a pity it's not a soul attack method."
"Main body, there will definitely be one in the future. By the way, Master Yun is hospitalized due to a collapse. Do you know about it?"
"What happened? Why is he hospitalized?"
Master Yun was a seventh-tier powerhouse. His body was virtually immune to all poisons, making it difficult for him to fall ill. How could he be hospitalized?
The more powerful a being became, the harder it was for them to fall ill. Mortals used to catch colds, but after reaching the second tier, ordinary diseases would be purified and eliminated by the body's immune system.
As for powerhouses like Master Yun, they rarely fell ill.
Hospitals existed for the injured. While called hospitals, they were primarily for treating injuries sustained from combat.
Lin Fan said, "It's mainly due to excessive grief. All three of his disciples are dead. One of his disciples even colluded with demons. He has no wife or children either. Now he's an old man, all alone. He must be lonely, and anyone would find this situation difficult to bear."
Lin Yu nodded slightly upon hearing this.
A lonely person, who had lost all their loved ones, might do something impulsive out of despair.
Thinking this, Lin Yu immediately said, "Go to the hospital immediately. Buy some fruit and visit him."
Lin Fan pouted, "Can I go tomorrow? I'm very tired today. Yawn~"
"You must go today. I'm afraid he might do something impulsive. Go comfort him, infect him with your optimism. Hurry, go now, without hesitation."
Lin Yu issued a mandatory order. Lin Fan knew resistance was futile and could only leave with a dejected expression.
The Southeast Base was well-equipped.
In the central area of the Southeast Base, various infrastructure facilities were built.
Buildings such as hospitals and entertainment venues were all concentrated here.
At this moment, in a hospital room.
An old man stood by the window, looking depressed.
He gazed at the night, watching the crowds coming and going on the streets, and his mind replayed his past.
Why was Feng Lei bewitched by demons?
Perhaps it was his choice, this was the cause, so death should be his destination, this was the effect.
He sighed. As he turned, he saw an unexpected figure.
Lin Fan, with a sorrowful expression, carried some fruit and placed it on the table.
"Master Yun, I heard you were ill, so I came to see you immediately. Are you alright?" Lin Fan asked kindly.
He actually didn't want to come, but the main body's orders were impossible to refuse. However, he was naturally talkative, and even if Master Yun remained silent, he could chat for several hours on his own.
Master Yun remained silent. He didn't want to speak, much less see the young man before him.
Although he knew Feng Lei's death had nothing to do with him, and it was entirely Feng Lei's own fault, that even if he didn't die today, he would still die at the hands of demons later, he just couldn't get past this hurdle in his heart.
He didn't hate Lin Fan, but he didn't want to see him.
Lin Fan, on the other hand, completely disregarded the other's coldness.
He pulled up a stool, sat down, and began to chatter incessantly.
He talked from history to humanities, then from humanities to music, and finally shifted the topic to literature and alchemy.
"Master Yun, let me tell you, don't let my age fool you, I'm very inspired, and I'm good at writing poetry."
Master Yun recalled the poems he had written in the live stream, and finally spoke.
Master Yun said, "I like your poems very much. They are rare masterpieces in recent years."
Lin Fan didn't hold back and smiled, "Of course, all my poems are good poems! Much better than someone's cucumbers or whatever."
Master Yun looked confused and asked, "Are you referring to the Urination Style?"
Urination Style.
This was a bizarre new genre that had recently emerged.
Regardless of the theme of the poem,
Whether it was snow or leaves, it could always be connected to urination.
And the entire piece was so bizarre that it was astonishing. Some people who read this poem washed their eyes frantically, shouting that they were no longer clean.
However, it was very strange that such a bizarre poem received a large number of positive reviews.
Some praised the poem for its simple style and strong sense of life.
Others praised the poem as transcendent, brave, and unparalleled, an angel fallen to earth, building a heavenly palace from mud.
In short, where there are bizarre poems, there are bizarre people. The world is vast, and all sorts of things exist.
As soon as Lin Fan thought of the Urination Style, his mouth twitched uncontrollably. What kind of bizarre person could write such a poem?
Alas, the poetic world was in decline.
"Master Yun is also aware of this matter?"
"This poem polluted my eyes, and because of it, I couldn't eat or sleep for days."
It would be strange if you could eat.
Especially cucumbers, they were impossible to eat now.
Lin Fan comforted him, "We're in the same boat. This poem also reduced my appetite by thirty percent. I've lost weight from hunger."
"Haha, you're an interesting young man!"
Lin Fan pondered, "Strange phenomena are appearing in the human world. This means something big is about to happen. Does Master Yun have any plans?"
Master Yun fell silent at this.
After talking with Lin Fan, his mood had improved quite a bit, and he was no longer so depressed and sad.
But as he calmed down, the sadness resurfaced.
"Alas, this old man plans to find a small town and live in seclusion for a hundred years, to end his remaining life."
Lin Fan quickly advised, "Master, you are only a little over a hundred years old, with a hundred years ahead of you. How can you be so dejected and dispirited? Life is full of misfortunes, and loneliness is the norm for humans. You still have plenty of time, and you can do more meaningful things."
Master Yun shook his head and said, "You don't need to persuade me. My mind is made up."
"Master Yun, you..."
Before Lin Fan could finish speaking, footsteps were heard from the doorway.
Both of them looked and saw a woman in professional attire.
She bowed and said, "Master Yun, we have completed the organization of Mr. Feng Lei's belongings and his funeral arrangements as you commissioned. Here are his belongings, please accept them."
"If there's nothing else, I won't bother you any further."
Master Yun nodded and said, "Alright!"
The woman bowed and withdrew, swift and decisive, without any hesitation.
Lin Fan watched with amazement.
If it were him, he would have to say a few flirtatious words before leaving.
Lin Fan curiously asked, "Feng Lei's belongings, let me take a look."
Master Yun said with a wry smile, "My unfilial disciple. I'll burn them later. You can pick a few to look at yourself."
Lin Fan picked through the items while saying,
"These things are not cheap. It's a pity to burn them."
"There are too many regrettable things. Can you regret them all?"
"That's true. Hmm, your eldest disciple actually wrote a diary. As expected, he's not a proper person."
Lin Fan muttered as he flipped through the diary.
Suddenly, he exclaimed, "Holy crap!"