After Shi Yu had learned enough, he walked out of the hotel, intending to go and see that shelter.
He, who had thought a lot last night, also understood one thing: he must not only try his best to make connections with some forces that will remain ten thousand years later in this era, but also try to create a force himself.
If he could make this force remain until ten thousand years later, wouldn't he have a ready-made force to rely on?
Going to the shelter was to see if there were any children worth taking away and cultivating; cultivating them from a young age would also make them more loyal.
He arrived at this shelter named Hope.
After stating his purpose, a Killing Ground Manager from the shelter received him and took him on a tour of the shelter.
It wasn't that anyone could be received like this by merely stating their purpose; Shi Yu said he wanted to sponsor the shelter to enjoy this treatment.
"Our shelter has a total of three hundred and forty-six children; the oldest are sixteen or seventeen, and the youngest were born not long ago."
"They are all pitiable people, most were abandoned by their parents due to their own illnesses, some lost both parents and had no other relatives, so they were sent here," the Killing Ground Manager surnamed Li told Shi Yu with a heavy tone.
Shi Yu also felt quite sympathetic towards them; there are always many people in this world who are not treated kindly by the world.
These children were born into misfortune; their lives are basically destined to be miserable.
"Our shelter's main source of income is the sponsorship allocation from the Hall of Spirits; this is only enough to maintain normal operations and treat some of the children's illnesses."
"To take care of all the sick children, we need more help from kind people like you," Deputy Director Li looked at Shi Yu expectantly.
"I will sponsor at least ten thousand golden soul coins," Shi Yu stated his position.
Since he was already here and had said he would sponsor the shelter, it was naturally impossible to break his word.
"I represent all the children of the shelter and thank you for your kindness," Deputy Director Li excitedly held Shi Yu's hand.
His hand was trembling from excitement; ten thousand golden soul coins was no small amount of money, it was almost a year's worth of sponsorship from the Hall of Spirits for their shelter.
It wasn't that they thought the money sponsored by the Hall of Spirits was too little; the money was actually quite a lot, but as the number of children in the shelter increased, the money became somewhat insufficient.
They also couldn't ask for more sponsorship, after all, they weren't the only shelter sponsored by the Hall of Spirits.
There are many shelters across the country that are sponsored by the Hall of Spirits; this is a large expense for them.
Unless absolutely necessary, they were unwilling to ask the Hall of Spirits for more money and also understood their difficulties.
Shi Yu lightly smiled and withdrew his hand.
"Can you gather all the children from the shelter so I can see them?"
"Don't worry, I have no ill intentions, I just want to see if there are any children suitable for adoption among them; if there are, I am willing to take them away and adopt them," Shi Yu said.
"Of course, that's fine," Deputy Director Li happily agreed; not only was he sponsoring, but he was also willing to adopt some children, truly a great person.
"Please wait a moment," Deputy Director Li quickly went to make arrangements; within just over ten minutes, he had gathered all the children from the shelter.
In the shelter's square, some children were standing, some were sitting in wheelchairs, and many children were being held, mostly infants.
Shi Yu took a look and couldn't help but feel a little sad; what he saw in these people was illness and suffering.
There was no need to understand too much; just by looking at their appearance, one could tell they were suffering from illnesses; their complexions were mostly abnormal.
These children looked pitifully at Shi Yu; in their eyes, Shi Yu saw a longing for health.
Shi Yu sighed, walked over to these children, and searched intuitively, hoping to find one or two children worth cultivating.
He had no other choice; currently, he could only look in the shelter to see if he could encounter any hidden talents.
It would also be difficult for him to take and cultivate normal children.
The more Shi Yu looked, the sadder he felt, and he couldn't help but sigh again about the suffering in the world.
His steps suddenly stopped, and he looked at a thin, small boy about five or six years old.
Looked at by him, the boy lowered his head in inferiority, pulled at his sleeve, wanting to completely cover his hand.
"What's the situation with this child?" Shi Yu asked curiously, feeling that this boy was a bit special.
"A skin disease; his skin thickness is several times that of a normal person, and the surface is blocky, looking like Dragon Scales," Deputy Director Li, accompanying Shi Yu the sponsor, explained.
His impression of this boy was also quite deep; this kind of skin disease he had didn't bring any pain or harm, and besides being a bit unsightly, the rest were basically benefits.
This thick skin made it difficult for him to be injured even when cut by a knife.
Because other children mocked him for his unsightly skin, there had been several fighting incidents.
He alone knocked down several children; even children over ten years old couldn't beat him.
His skin was thick and very resistant to blows, and his strength was also great.
Deputy Director Li explained the child's situation to Shi Yu, which made Shi Yu even more interested.
He squatted down and held the child's hands; the touch was rough, and someone who didn't know might think the other party was wearing stone gloves.
The child forcefully withdrew his hands, unwilling to have too much contact with people.
His strength was considerable, but he couldn't pull his hand away; after trying several times without success, he gave up, just lowering his head timidly.
Shi Yu was surprised by the child's strength; he didn't feel any Soul Power fluctuations on him, meaning he probably hadn't awakened his Martial Soul, but why did he possess such strong power?
His strength was already comparable to that of a normal adult; one must know he was still a five or six-year-old child.
Could his Martial Soul be related to his skin?
Shi Yu couldn't help but have this question and a bold guess.
"You're quite pleasing to my eye; do you want to come with me?" Shi Yu looked at the child and spoke in the gentlest possible tone.
The child timidly raised his head to look at Shi Yu, a little surprised, yet too timid to express himself.
"If you want to go with Mr. Shi Yu, you will definitely have good days ahead," Deputy Director Li said with a smile.
Shi Yu gave him a very good feeling, not like someone with a kind face but a cruel heart; if he were to adopt a child, he would most likely be good to them.
Although he himself looked like just a child, only thirteen or fourteen years old, not very old.
But one cannot judge a book by its cover; as long as he sincerely wants to adopt a child, what's wrong with it even if he himself is just a child?
"What's your name?" Shi Yu's tone was still gentle; he didn't want the child to be afraid of him.
"Yuan Lang," the little boy said his name under the encouragement of Deputy Director Li.
"A very nice name," Shi Yu praised subconsciously.
This name seems a bit familiar... Shi Yu suddenly felt like he had seen this name somewhere before.
"Yuan Lang, Yuan Lang, abnormal skin..." Shi Yu silently repeated in his heart; relevant memories surged, and his gaze at the little boy was filled with surprise.
He finally remembered where he had seen the name Yuan Lang; in some historical introductions of sects he had read, the founding ancestor of the Body Sect seemed to have this name, and that person's Martial Soul, coincidentally, was skin.