Wouldn't Give It to a Dog, but Tang San Might Want It

After Yu Xiaogang's attempts proved fruitless, he turned to Ye Fan again.

"Ye Fan, I was just joking with you earlier."

"This belt was originally meant for you."

He grabbed the belt and placed it back in Ye Fan's hand.

Ye Fan gave the Storage Belt a look of utter disdain.

You can't use it, so you're giving it to me? Do you take me for a junk collector?

He casually tossed it to Tang San.

It landed around Tang San's head like a dog collar.

He wouldn't even give this thing to a dog.

Tang San had not wanted it either, but some unseen force compelled him to catch the belt.

Delighted, Tang San pulled the belt down and fastened it around his waist.

"Since Ye Fan doesn't want it, I'll take it. I happen to be short on belts."

Even dogs wouldn't want it, but Tang San did.

Yu Xiaogang was helpless. He had originally wanted to train Tang San in using Storage Soul Tools, but now there was no way to do so. He couldn't exactly give Tang San his own Storage Soul Tool Bracelet.

What would he use then?

Four hundred li was neither particularly far nor particularly close.

It was not until noon the next day that they reached their destination: the Soul Hunting Forest.

Yu Xiaogang led the two through the supply station outside the forest and arrived at the entrance to the Soul Hunting Forest.

After their permits had been checked,

the three finally entered.

The air was refreshingly clean, soothing both body and mind.

"We're about to enter the forest. From now on, neither of you is to leave my side for even a single step."

Upon entering the Soul Hunting Forest, Yu Xiaogang suddenly shouted, "Come out, Luo Sanpao!"

With a puff, a stream of pale purple Soul Power split from Master's palms. Tang San sensed a ripple of Soul Power coming from Master.

A creature had appeared before him.

That's right, it was a creature.

Creature was the only way to describe it.

It looked somewhat like a dog, but its size was more like that of a pig.

It was over one and a half meters long, and its waist circumference was probably about the same.

Pale purple fur covered its entire body. Its two little ears drooped down, while a pair of large deep-blue eyes blinked away.

Its fat body wriggled, and its plump backside immediately swayed from side to side. It was difficult to imagine how slowly it moved on those four short, thick legs.

There was a round bump on top of its head. Anyone who did not know better would think it was a tumor.

The moment it appeared, it ran toward Master and rubbed the bump on its head against Master's leg.

Two yellow hundred-year soul rings rose from beneath Yu Xiaogang's feet.

"Little San, I haven't told you before, but this is my martial soul. I call him Luo Sanpao."

"You can call him Sanpao."

Ye Fan said, "Hillbilly?"

"It's Sanpao!"

When Yu Xiaogang mentioned Luo Sanpao, a trace of loneliness inevitably appeared in his eyes.

"This is a mutated martial soul."

"Luo Sanpao makes a luoluo sound and can only attack three times, so I named him Luo Sanpao."

"Sanpao, lead the way!"

The fat Luo Sanpao waddled forward, shaking his head as he went.

Though his body was rather plump, his movements were actually fairly nimble.

As he walked, he sniffed at something.

Ye Fan studied Luo Sanpao's appearance.

If Tang San had one of those too, the two of them would truly make a perfect pair.

Along the way, Yu Xiaogang continued imparting all kinds of knowledge to Tang San.

He took an ornate Short Sword from his robes and handed it to Tang San.

"You can only absorb the soul ring dropped by a soul beast you kill yourself."

"When the time comes, use this to kill the soul beast you need."

Before long, the three encountered their first soul beast: a ten-year Gu Zhu.

"Although this soul beast suits you, its cultivation is too low. If we don't find a more suitable option, it won't be too late to choose this one."

"According to my theory, the absorption limit for a first soul ring should be four hundred and thirty-two years. Your first soul ring should get as close to that as possible."

Ye Fan was also considering what soul beast to choose for his first soul ring.

At the same time, he was thinking about which martial soul he should focus on cultivating.

Two books as martial souls—who could have imagined that?

Yu Xiaogang, meanwhile, intended to find Tang San a highly aggressive soul beast to increase the offensive power of the Blue Silver Hammer.

A hammer naturally had to follow the path of the power attack system.

They searched for a long time. Although quite a few soul beasts that met the requirements appeared,

Master did not rush to make a move and patiently continued searching.

Yu Xiaogang looked up at the sky.

"It seems we'll have to spend tonight in the Soul Hunting Forest. Let's find a place to camp first."

Yu Xiaogang ultimately chose a hollow surrounded by towering trees as their campsite for the night.

The red glow in the west quickly vanished, and darkness engulfed the sky.

If one looked carefully into the air, a few flickering points of light could be seen.

After simply scattering some insect- and snake-repelling powder around the perimeter, Yu Xiaogang continued explaining various pieces of common knowledge.

Ye Fan observed the surroundings. Though everything was exactly the same as in the original plot, he did not dare lower his guard in the slightest.

"Luoluo." At that moment, the cry of the mutated martial soul Luo Sanpao suddenly rang out.

A martial soul and its host were one, and Yu Xiaogang immediately sensed something was wrong.

He sprang to his feet and looked in one direction.

By then, night had completely fallen.

In the darkness, more than ten ghostly green points of light were drawing closer to them.

"Netherworld Wolves." Yu Xiaogang's voice was low, but he was not the least bit panicked.

"A pack of little wolves at level ten dares to disturb me? Sanpao."

"A fart like thunder, shattering heaven and earth—Luo Sanpao!"

Yu Xiaogang's first soul ring flashed. Luo Sanpao took a huge breath and aimed his backside at the six Netherworld Wolves.

He quickly took out two thick masks.

He gave one to Tang San.

"Put it on, quickly."

He was about to wear the other one himself.

He had not taken out a third one for Ye Fan.

He wanted Ye Fan to learn his lesson. If he chose to become his disciple, then the next time Luo Sanpao farted, he would give Ye Fan a mask.

But in the next moment,

Ye Fan agreed and casually took the mask from Yu Xiaogang's other hand, putting it over his face.

Bang!

A massive boom rang out. The six Netherworld Wolves cried out miserably as they were blasted away, while the rest fled in all directions in terror.

A huge cloud of yellow smoke immediately spread outward.

Yu Xiaogang's eyes widened. He had not expected this at all.

That terrifying stench rushed straight into Yu Xiaogang's nostrils.

His expression immediately turned ugly, and he began coughing violently.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Even with Yu Xiaogang's many years of experience being fumigated by the smell, he nearly fainted this time.

"Master, you're truly something else. You'd rather suffer the stench yourself than let the two of us go without masks. You're really too selfless!"

Ye Fan kindly approached Yu Xiaogang and patted his back to help him catch his breath.

But the moment those words left his mouth,

Yu Xiaogang's coughing grew even more violent.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough!"

I...

Trying to steal a chicken only to lose the rice used as bait—Yu Xiaogang truly wanted to send his regards to Ye Fan's family.