Qin Yuan and Lei Meng were both high-ranking Soul Masters and traveled swiftly. They set out at dawn and reached Soul Hunting Town between seven and nine that morning.
Lei Meng barely paused before heading straight for the Star Dou Great Forest, only for Qin Yuan to grab him by the collar.
"What's the rush?"
Lei Meng felt thoroughly wronged. "Teacher, the sooner we start hunting, the sooner we finish. Didn't you say time is money?"
Qin Yuan gave him a light kick and scolded him. "Would you be this impatient on a battlefield before you'd gathered any intelligence?"
Qin Yuan's former Soul Hunting Squad had never been stationed in the Star Dou Great Forest for long, so he was unfamiliar with its conditions. If they plunged in and searched blindly like flies without heads, how long would it take to find a suitable Spirit Ring?
Besides, lightning-attribute Spirit Beasts were rare to begin with!
Soul hunting towns were much the same across the continent, and Qin Yuan knew them inside out. He led Lei Meng to a stall that sold no goods at all.
Those unfamiliar with the trade had no idea why these people set up tables and chairs and stayed in town for so long.
But those who knew the trade understood perfectly: these people were intelligence brokers.
Intelligence had value in its own right. Especially in places like Spirit Beast towns, where oversight was lax, intelligence brokers were everywhere.
"People, factions, or Spirit Rings? Buying or selling?" the intelligence broker, Zhou Zhengyong, asked casually.
"Buying. Spirit Rings!" Qin Yuan replied.
Spirit Rings referred to intelligence about Spirit Beasts in the Star Dou Great Forest. People meant inquiries about a particular individual, while factions meant information on major recent movements by various powers. Such intelligence came at