In the Soul Hunting Forest outside Notting City, Su Cheng did not join any hunting party. He sped alone toward a certain destination.
Just half a day earlier, he had successfully completed his transaction with Sol.
Although Notting City was merely a small frontier town, becoming one of the black market leaders here obviously took more than the strength of a Soul Grandmaster.
The ability to judge people, conduct oneself properly, and manage subordinates were all indispensable qualities.
Besides, he clearly would not lose out on this deal.
Su Cheng's asking price was by no means high. Fifty Gold Soul Coins and a Soul Hunting Token—one or two years would be enough for him to earn back both principal and profit.
In fact, the market for low-grade potions like these was the largest.
Low-level Spirit Masters were the most numerous, and they often had to undertake dangerous missions. Something that might save their lives at a critical moment could easily sell for twenty or thirty Silver Soul Coins per bottle.
Su Cheng swiftly weaved through the forest.
Even within the complex terrain of the Soul Hunting Forest, he moved with the ease of someone thoroughly familiar with the place.
After all, he had already scouted it out.
He knew where a Soul Beast was located, and he was fairly certain it was most likely still there.
Two hours later, Su Cheng stopped in a mountain hollow.
The scenery here was quite peculiar.
Tall earthen mounds surrounded the area, yet no Soul Beasts inhabited the sunken center—not animal-type Soul Beasts, nor even plant-type Soul Beasts.
Instead, dense shrubs grew in abundance, creating a damp atmosphere.
A place like this was clearly rarely visited.
One glance was enough for Su Cheng to understand.
The Longevity Sword Martial Soul rested in his hand.