Chapter 319 - City Under The City Part Five (1/2)

After turning the explosive lightning based heaven and earth energy into a softer version, Fell began one fine thread of energy after another. The moment his energy entered the body of the junkie, the latter began shaking rapidly as though millions of volts were coursing through his flesh.

The hobo's dirty body was soon cleaned by the torrents of sweat escaping from his opened up pores. And before long, parts of the drug he had injected straight through his veins began evaporating.

Fell's face held a mask of focus, and he knew that a momentary mistake would cause him to lose control of his strong lightning based energy. And if that ended up happening, it wouldn't surprise him if the shanty man's body turned into charcoal.

”I can sense that I cleared up his body of every excessive substance.”, he muttered as he retracted his turbulent energy from the man's flesh. He sighed as he rose to his feet, and waited quietly for the man to wake up.

He hadn't only cleared the man's body, but had also left minutes part of his energy through the shanty man's body. Before long, he saw signs of twitching on the face of the man.

The small twitches soon turned into eyes blinks, and the next moment, the shanty man's clear gaze was looking straight at the youth standing in front of him.

”Ye'want semethin bruther?”, exclaimed the man in a questionable accent. Seeing that Fell wasn't answering him, he rose to his feet, and was surprised to notice that he was feeling outstanding.

Usually, after experiencing the long trips that would happen after his usual fix, he would always wake up with an ungodly headache. Saying that he felt as though his head had been swapped with the other extremity of his body wasn't really an exaggeration. But that wasn't even the worst, as every time he would awaken from dreamland, he would have to face an incredible desire to buy a ticket and travel straight back to those lands.

Yet strangely, now he felt as though he had awoken from a long reinvigorating sleep. He hummed a small tune in a quiet- near serene- tone as he felt in an abnormally good mood, and rose to his feet before gazing longly at the youth standing in front of him.

”Ye don spek?”, he asked once again as he gazed at the fair face of the youth standing in front of him. ”Ye did sometin to ma bodie?”

This time, the shantyman received an answer from the youth standing in front of him. Fell nodded silently as he waited for a few second to check if the man's bodily function were properly working.

”I did cleanse your body from that substance.”, he exclaimed in an explaining tone that caused the shanty man's eyes to open widely.

Less than a second passed after he heard it, that the man's fist was already clenched tightly, ready to send them to the youth who ruined his journey through dreamlands. But, his good mood- and what was left of his survival instinct- stopped him from hurling a fist to his benefactor.

”Thanks to yer, am feelin exceptional fresh.”, he muttered through his broken teeth. ”Ye, very much exceptional.”, he added in the same way a student would repeat his homework in an attempt to learn it by heart.

His eyes cleared as he stopped looking at the uneven pavement piled on the floor, and looked at the young man in a watchful gaze. ”I sheld thank'ya.”, the hobo added in a nod as he reminded himself how social interaction worked outside of dreamland.

”D'ye need somthin ma bruhta?”, his tongue flapped in a lightning fast manner that Fell found difficult to understand.

But the young cultivator still paid extra attention to the warped words leaving the hobo's parched lips. He pondered for a few seconds, doubting that such a man would know the whereabouts of Sifiso, but nonetheless still decided to try.

”I'm looking for a certain individual named Sifiso. All I know about his whereabouts is that he lives in the Core, you can help me with this?”, he spoke slowly and took extra attention to articulating each syllable leaving his mouth.

The shantyman looked deeply at him while hearing his sentence, and before long, gazed deeply at the sky as though he was looking at a reflection of his own thought. Thankfully, today's sky was particularly void of the constant toxic fumes in the same way the hobo's mind was particularly swift.