Death Canyon's Frequent Beast Tides

"Then, Teacher, should we hunt this Lone Bamboo?"

Tang San held a short sword and asked sincerely.

"Lone Bamboo is naturally tough. Though it is not very aggressive, its defense is quite good. It would indeed be useful to you."

Master stroked the bamboo stalk and shook his head.

"Let's keep it as an alternative for now."

"If we find no better choice, it won't be too late to choose it then."

Hearing this, Tang San nodded lightly.

"Let's go."

Yu Xiaogang clasped his hands behind his back and lightly kicked Luo Sanpao at his feet—a creature neither quite pig nor quite dog—having it lead the way with its pig snout...

At the same time, he earnestly instructed Tang San:

"When choosing a spirit ring, you must be cautious. Every spirit ring of a Spirit Master is irreplaceable. When a Soul Master advances to become a Spirit Master, they can absorb the spirit ring of a hundred-year Spirit Beast. More precisely... the spirit ring of a Spirit Beast with less than four hundred and twenty-three years of cultivation."

"Four hundred and twenty-three years?"

Surprise filled Tang San's eyes.

"That's right. I have carefully studied the growth histories of many Spirit Masters. Four hundred and twenty-three years should be the limit that a Spirit Master's First Spirit Ring can endure."

As he spoke, Yu Xiaogang gripped Tang San's shoulder.

Before coming here, he had already seen Tang San's Second Martial Soul and understood his identity. Naturally, he held even greater expectations for Tang San.

"Little San, I hope your first spirit ring will get as close to that limit as possible."

"Yes, Little San understands!"

Tang San nodded heavily.

Four hundred and twenty-three years—what an exact number!

Tang San felt

that having such a teacher was absolutely a blessing.

With Tang