What Use Do I Have for This Iron Rod? (Please Vote with Recommendation Tickets!! Please Add to Favorites!!)

"Have a permit, forming a team to hunt strength-type soul beasts! Need three more people, hurry up and join!"

"Hunting agility-type soul beasts! Seven people waiting for a permit, ten Gold Soul Coins!"

The moment Mo Lang entered the Soul Hunting Forest, he heard those familiar cries rising and falling around him, and he could not help feeling deeply moved.

He wore a mask and a long robe, concealing himself from head to toe.

After all, the permit in his hand was of the highest grade. He did not want anyone to recognize him.

When Mo Lang took out his permit, the soldiers were stunned. Six marks—who was this big shot?

However, seeing that the other party had concealed his appearance and apparently did not wish to reveal his identity, the captain of the soldiers did not ask any unnecessary questions.

He understood the principle that trouble came from a loose tongue.

He immediately and respectfully stepped aside, making way for Mo Lang to pass.

It was the first time he had ever seen a permit with six marks. When he went back for drinks this time, he would have something else to brag about.

A bunch of trash, you've never even seen a permit with six marks before, have you? I have!

After passing through the iron gates and slowly entering the forest, the clamor outside finally faded away. The air was exceptionally fresh, and the oxygen concentration was clearly high.

However, Mo Lang did not wander around blindly. Instead, he found a large tree along the only route leading inward, lay down on one of its branches, and cultivated the Starfall Art.

Although his Soul Power could not increase without a soul ring, nor could he break through in cultivation, the Starfall Art could increase his strength.

That was why he possessed the immense strength of five hundred jin.

Even though he possessed Innate Divine Strength, every little bit counted. In order to wield the Ruyi Golden Cudgel sooner, Mo Lang remained diligent.

Otherwise, what use would he have for this iron rod?

Yet small soul beasts that did not know their place kept coming to bother him. Mo Lang simply stopped cultivating and decided to earn some money instead.

With his current strength, even without soul rings, slaughtering a few hundred-year soul beasts should still be easy.

Quite a few teams here were preparing to hunt soul beasts. He could charge them to help hunt higher-level soul beasts and earn himself some pocket money.

"Huh, isn't that the group that was forming a team to hunt strength-type soul beasts earlier? Perfect. I can ask what soul beasts they need and see how many Soul Coins I can make."

Mo Lang spotted a team cautiously entering from nearby. He changed his mask and clothes, then jumped down from the tree.

"Who goes there?"

Mo Lang's sudden descent startled the group. They immediately went on guard and stared at him warily.

"Brothers, don't be nervous. I'm a Bounty Hunter who specializes in helping people hunt soul beasts. You only need to pay me a certain amount of Soul Coins." Mo Lang openly stated his purpose.

"A Bounty Hunter? Why haven't I heard of that profession? You're not a fraud, are you?" A burly man at the front watched Mo Lang vigilantly. "Besides, we've already formed a team. We're confident enough to kill the soul beasts we need, so you should find someone else."

"Don't reject me so quickly." Mo Lang said, "From what I can see, you only have the strength to kill soul beasts below a hundred years old. How about this? I'll first severely injure a soul beast over a hundred years old, then toss it to you to finish off."

"Once you absorb the soul rings, you can pay me the Soul Coins. How about it?"

"This..."

Hearing Mo Lang's sincere proposal, many of them were tempted.

After all, the boost provided by a ten-year soul ring and a hundred-year soul ring was worlds apart. With stronger soul rings, they could become stronger as well.

"But we can't afford the price of a hundred-year soul ring. If you can make it cheaper, I can consider it," the captain leading the group said.

"That's right. A hundred-year soul beast costs one hundred Gold Soul Coins. If you're willing to take eighty Gold Soul Coins, I'd be willing to hire you too," someone else said.

After all, many high-level Soul Masters were rarely willing to lead teams. Now that they had encountered someone powerful willing to do so, they were willing to spend the money. Who would not want a better soul ring without taking risks?

"Fine. I'm idle anyway, and earning some pocket money isn't bad." Mo Lang thought about it. Seven people at eighty Gold Soul Coins each meant an income of more than five hundred Gold Soul Coins. That was far better than being a cook.

"Wait. To hunt hundred-year soul beasts, you need at least peak Soul Grandmaster strength. You should at least let us know what rank of Soul Master you are, right?" The burly man remained cautious.

"That's my secret. You only need to tell me what soul beasts you need, then wait for me here." Mo Lang rolled his eyes beneath his mask. Why the hell do you have so much to say?

"That won't do. What if you're lying to us? Wouldn't we be wasting our time for nothing?" the burly man said.

Mo Lang sighed and said, "In that case, stand firm!"

Mo Lang raised his fist and smashed it fiercely into the ground. With a thunderous boom, the force of ten thousand jin shook the entire mountain forest. Cracks split open across the ground and spread toward the burly man and the others.

The surrounding flowers, grass, and trees toppled in all directions, nearly crashing down onto the group.

It took quite a while before everything settled.

Mo Lang looked at the dirt-covered, stunned group, clapped his hands, and said, "Well? Do you still doubt me?"

Seeing that Mo Lang had caused such a huge commotion yet looked completely unaffected, without even using Soul Power, several people who had nearly been hit by falling trees looked at him resentfully.

We only wanted to see your soul rings, not have you kill us.

"No more doubts, no more doubts. We'll wait for you here."

The burly man nodded frantically, afraid that the other party would throw another punch and send him straight to his death.

"Then tell me all the soul beasts you need. Give me half a day. If I come across them, I'll bring them all back for you."

Mo Lang estimated that Tang San and Master were half a day behind him, so to save time, he wrote down all the soul beasts everyone needed on paper.

"Sir, we're not in a hurry. Take your time. We'll wait for you here." The burly man wanted to show his consideration.

Who would have thought that Mo Lang would turn back and glance at him? "What? You don't believe in my strength?"

He looked as though he were about to throw another punch.

"No, no. Sir, please take care!"

The burly man immediately shook his head wildly.

A few hours later.

Mo Lang appeared behind the group, carrying several half-dead soul beasts on his shoulders.

Everyone revealed delighted expressions, then found the soul beasts they needed and delivered the final blows.

Since several of them were two hundred or even three hundred years old, no one said anything. Instead, they were even more delighted.

In their eyes, the higher the age, the greater the boost to their strength. At the same twenty percent discount, they felt they had made a killing.

This time, Mo Lang earned nearly eighteen hundred Gold Soul Coins, all of which he placed into his Void Realm.

"By the way, have you seen an old man bring a little boy in?" Mo Lang asked before leaving.

"Yes. They left half an hour ago. I even recommended you to them, sir, but they said they didn't need you and left right away."

The burly man replied respectfully.

Mo Lang nodded to show that he understood.

Before leaving, Mo Lang bought some snake-repelling powder from them because he had forgotten to bring any when he came.

In the end, the burly man simply gave him several bottles as thanks. After Mo Lang thanked him, he chased after Tang San in the direction he had gone.

His reward for signing in for the fourth time was about to arrive!