Su Yuntao looked at Wang Feng.
This child had Innate Full Soul Power, but his Martial Spirit was nothing special. The two factors balanced each other out, so he wasn't worth inviting to join Spirit Hall.
But what truly made Su Yuntao look at him with interest was his strength.
A six-year-old child had managed to suppress and defeat him only by using Martial Soul Possession and a Soul Skill.
Although he didn't know whether the other people with Innate Full Soul Power were all like this-after all, apart from this little brat and that child with the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, Su Yuntao had never seen what any other person with Innate Full Soul Power was like.
Still, the strength of the child in front of him, who had Innate Full Soul Power, was worthy of Su Yuntao's admiration and praise.
However, Wang Feng shook his head and said with a smile:
"No need. I only want to hunt Soul Beasts myself."
Join Spirit Hall?
Wang Feng felt there was no need at all!
With everything he had obtained so far, if he still couldn't hunt Soul Beasts himself and had to rely on other people to hunt them for him-
Wouldn't that be way too weak?
Besides, Wang Feng also wanted to train himself by hunting on his own.
At any rate, with the Meteor Tear, as long as he still had a breath left, he wouldn't die.
Without the Meteor Tear, perhaps Wang Feng would have chosen to join some faction.
But now there was no need at all!
"Also, Su Grandmaster, I'm already at tenth-level Soul Power. I need a Spirit Ring to advance, so according to the rules, Spirit Hall should give me a token too."
Wang Feng said with a smile.
Once a Spirit Master's strength reached the peak of a stage and they needed a Spirit Ring to advance, they could get a token from Spirit Hall and enter the Soul Hunting Forest to hunt Soul Beasts.
He had gone to Su Yuntao because someone needed to vouch for him to get this kind of token.
"..." Su Yuntao furrowed his brows.
This little brat was a bit too confident.
Wasn't he trying to help him?
He didn't appreciate it, and insisted on hunting Soul Beasts himself.
"If you don't give me a token, I won't give you the rest of the story of Soul Breaking the Firmament," Wang Feng continued.
At that, Su Yuntao's expression changed. He grunted, felt around inside his robe, then pulled out a token and handed it to Wang Feng.
"Here, here! You little brat-if you get hurt later, don't come looking for me!"
The token traced an arc through the air, and Wang Feng caught it accurately.
Taking a closer look, he saw that it was pitch-black, with a sharp sword engraved in the center, its blade pointed downward.
"Even though this is the lowest-grade token, don't lose it, kid! Otherwise, it'll be a lot of trouble."
Su Yuntao cautioned him, "Also, you need to return it to Spirit Hall after you're done with it."
However, Su Yuntao figured that once this kid went to the Soul Hunting Forest, he would probably be scared off and come back.
Once he saw how dangerous Soul Beasts were, he would definitely come back and beg for help.
"No problem!"
Wang Feng hefted the weighty token, then slung his bundle over his back. After preparing some simple food and water, he set off straight for the Soul Hunting Forest.
It was morning now, so it might already be afternoon by the time he reached the Soul Hunting Forest.
He might even have to spend the night there, so naturally he needed to prepare a little more.
"This little brat."
Su Yuntao shook his head and turned back toward Spirit Hall.
Wang Feng ran all the way there. He'd originally planned to hire a carriage, but then thought he might as well train along the way, so he didn't hire one.
Instead, he ran without stopping.
By the afternoon, seven or eight hours later, Wang Feng reached the marketplace outside the Soul Hunting Forest.
"It's so lively!"
Looking at the marketplace surrounding the forest, Wang Feng was reminded of the areas outside train stations in his previous life, where all kinds of shops and vendors would gather.
It gave him a strange sense of familiarity.
The things here were just as outrageously expensive.
"Got a token, five spots, need one more! Looking for a healing-type Spirit Master with lots of milk! Level twenty or above!"
"Super-strong strength-type Spirit Master, Elephant Martial Spirit, thick-skinned, tough, and able to take a beating. Looking for a team!"
"I'm an auxiliary-type Spirit Master. My Martial Spirit is the Green Hat, and it can provide powerful protection... Anyone interested? Hey, do you want to take a look at my Martial Spirit first? Okay..."
"Green hat? Get lost..."
Wang Feng: "..."
He looked around at the hustle and bustle. It was almost like he'd returned to his previous life in a dream.
The things here were all ridiculously expensive too.
"Xiao San should be inside looking for Soul Beasts with Grandmaster, right?"
Wang Feng thought for a moment, then headed straight toward the gate of the Soul Hunting Forest, which stood like a city wall.
There were also guards patrolling all around.
At the gate, Wang Feng took out the token and handed it to a guard.
"Little friend, are you here alone?"
The guard frowned. "You're so young. Are you really going in there? If you don't have an elder with you, it'll be very dangerous. If anything happens to you in there, no one can be held responsible."
Wang Feng nodded. "I'm alone. Let me in."
The guard returned the token to Wang Feng and said nothing more. He simply opened the gate.
Rumble...
The steel gate, a full ten meters high, slowly opened.
The unique scent of the forest wafted toward him. Countless towering trees, exotic flowers, and strange fruits appeared before Wang Feng's eyes, like a primeval forest.
Taking a deep breath, Wang Feng put away the token and walked inside.
"So this is the Soul Hunting Forest!"
Wang Feng felt his blood stir slightly.
Walking through the dense forest, where several paths had been trampled out by those who came before him, Wang Feng felt a little excited.
"Thousand-year Soul Beasts! I'm coming!"
Wang Feng murmured.
A thousand-year Soul Beast had strength at least equivalent to a Spirit Master at level forty or above!
For Wang Feng, trying to hunt a Soul Beast of this level was no different from trying to climb to the heavens!
It was practically impossible!
Even the geniuses from great clans wouldn't dare to hunt a thousand-year Soul Beast at level ten, before they had even become Spirit Masters.
Just as Wang Feng had entered the Soul Hunting Forest,
at the other end of the Soul Hunting Forest!
"Xiao San, according to my theories, the limit for the first Spirit Ring a level-ten Spirit Master can withstand is around four hundred years."
Grandmaster walked through the Soul Hunting Forest with Tang San. "So this time, we need to try our best to find a Soul Beast as close to that number as possible! Besides, you have Innate Full Soul Power, so you absolutely mustn't waste this talent!"
Tang San nodded and touched the jade belt at his waist.
He couldn't help but marvel inwardly that Grandmaster was truly good to him.
He'd even given him a Soul Tool like this as a gift. He absolutely couldn't let Grandmaster down.
Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges was the name Tang San had given this jade belt.
"This Solitary Bamboo has ten years of cultivation. Its distinguishing trait is toughness, which makes it a decent match for your Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul. But it's far from enough."
Grandmaster patted the green Solitary Bamboo in front of him.
Along the way, Grandmaster had already explained many things to Tang San in detail, including knowledge about Soul Beasts, Spirit Rings, and their age limits.
"Let's look around a little longer. We'll probably have to spend the night here," Grandmaster continued.
"Okay." Tang San seemed to remember something and suddenly asked, "Grandmaster, Brother Feng said he was going to hunt Soul Beasts by himself. How many years old a Spirit Ring can he hunt?"
At that, Grandmaster paused.
He considered for a moment, then shook his head. "It'll be difficult. If he can hunt a hundred-year Soul Beast by himself, that'll already be quite impressive. Any stronger-a two-hundred-, three-hundred-, or even four-hundred-year Soul Beast-and even a level-thirty Battle Soul Master of the attack type would face some danger hunting it."
"You told me he was very strong. But I haven't seen it with my own eyes, so perhaps around a hundred years is probably his limit. And it'll depend on the kind of Soul Beast too. If it's a beast Soul Beast with a strong disposition for attack, it'll be even harder."
"Don't worry. I'll find a suitable Martial Spirit for you."
A smile appeared on Grandmaster's stern face. "After all, that's the only way I can show you what a teacher is good for."
Tang San felt Grandmaster made a lot of sense.
But Tang San felt that Brother Feng ought to be able to hunt a stronger Soul Beast... At least two or three hundred years old should still be possible. Anything older probably wasn't.
But it would definitely put his life in danger.
"Fortune favors the bold," Tang San said with a touch of emotion.
Naturally, the stronger the Spirit Ring one wanted to obtain, the more dangerous it would be.
At the same time.
A corner of Soul Hunting Forest.
Rumble!
A tremendous crash suddenly rang out from deep in the forest!
A five-meter-long, emerald-green giant snake slammed to the ground!
Its body writhed as if unwilling to accept its fate.
"Five meters long-it should be a Datura Snake of around five hundred years, right?! Its scales are extremely hard all over, but its weakness is far too obvious..."
Wang Feng leaned against the emerald-green giant snake. The short sword in his hand had been coated with plenty of venom during the fight, and it gleamed ever more keenly.
Before long, the Datura Snake gradually fell still, and a yellow Spirit Ring rose from it.
But Wang Feng didn't even glance at it. He simply left.
This was just a small trial of his abilities.