"That kid..." Grandmaster was taken aback.
A forest's distinctive scent hit him. Countless towering trees, rare flowers, and exotic fruits spread out before Wang Feng's eyes, like something from a primeval forest.
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.
Along the way, Grandmaster had already explained in detail to Tang San a great deal about Soul Beasts, Spirit Rings, and their age limits... Once a Spirit Master reached the peak of a stage and needed a Spirit Ring to advance, he could use a token issued by the Spirit Hall to enter the Soul Hunting Forest and hunt Soul Beasts...
Boom, boom, boom...
After thinking for a moment, he shook his head. "It'll be difficult. If he can hunt a hundred-year Soul Beast on his own, that'll already be impressive. Anything beyond that—two hundred years, three hundred, or even four hundred—would be risky even for a level-thirty Battle Soul Master with an attack-type Martial Spirit."
It was morning now. By the time Wang Feng reached the Soul Hunting Forest, it might already be afternoon.
But what truly made Su Yuntao look at him with admiration was his strength.
At the gate, Wang Feng took out the token and handed it to the guard.
Wang Feng nodded. "I'm alone. Let me in."
A five-meter-long, emerald-green giant snake crashed to the ground!
Instead of stopping, Wang Feng kept moving, charging onward.
Wang Feng ran all the way. He'd initially planned to hire a carriage, but then decided he might as well get some exercise, so he didn't.
Tang San nodded and ran a hand over the jade belt at his waist.
Tang San thought Grandmaster made a lot of sense.
"Also, Master Su, I'm already at level ten Soul Power and need a Spirit Ring to advance. By the rules, your Spirit Hall should give me a token, too."
"We'll keep looking for a while. We'll probably have to spend the night here," Grandmaster continued.
Su Yuntao cautioned him, "And when you're done, you have to return it to the Spirit Hall."
Wang Feng weighed the heavy token in his hand, then slung his pack over his shoulder. After gathering some simple food and water, he set off at a run for the Soul Hunting Forest.
"If you don't give me a token, I won't give you the rest of Soul Breaking the Firmament," Wang Feng added.
On the other side of the Soul Hunting Forest!
Still, Tang San felt Brother Feng could hunt a stronger Soul Beast... One two or three hundred years old should be possible, but anything stronger was out of the question.
The guard returned the token to Wang Feng and said no more, simply opening the gate...
He was way too weak.
Anyway, with the Meteor Tear, as long as he had even a breath left, he wouldn't die.
This kid was a little too confident.
"Got a token. Five-man team, looking for one more! Need a strong healer with plenty of healing power! Level twenty or higher!"
"Kid, are you here by yourself?"
The ten-meter-tall steel gate slowly swung open.
But Su Yuntao admired and praised the strength of this child with Innate Full Soul Power.
"Five meters long... That should be a five-hundred-year Datura Snake, right? Its scales are incredibly tough, but its weakness is too obvious..."
This child had Innate Full Soul Power, but his Martial Spirit wasn't impressive. The two canceled each other out, so inviting him to join the Spirit Hall wasn't worth it.
Rumble!
"You told me he was strong. But I haven't seen it with my own eyes. Maybe... around a hundred years old, at most. And that depends on the kind of Soul Beast. If it's a highly aggressive beast-type Soul Beast, it'll be even harder."
Yet Wang Feng just shook his head with a smile.
He looked around at the bustling scene, feeling as if he'd somehow returned to his past life.
Taking in the market outside the Soul Hunting Forest, Wang Feng was reminded of the shops and stalls that always clustered outside train stations in his previous life.
"No problem!"
At the same time...
"..."
Su Yuntao frowned.
"No need. I want to hunt Soul Beasts on my own."
"Super-strong power-type Soul Master! Elephant Martial Spirit, thick-skinned and tough, can take a beating! Looking for a team!"
A thunderous crash suddenly rang out from the dense forest!
He felt a faint warmth in his heart. Grandmaster really was good to him.
"Fine, fine! You little rascal, if you get hurt in there, don't come crying to me!"
"Xiao San should be inside looking for Soul Beasts with Grandmaster, right?"
"Don't worry. Your teacher will help you find a suitable Martial Spirit."
A thousand-year Soul Beast was at least as strong as a level-forty Spirit Master!
Since he might have to spend the night in the Soul Hunting Forest, he naturally needed to bring a little extra.
"Although this is the lowest-grade token, don't lose it, kid! Otherwise, you'll be in a lot of trouble."
Join the Spirit Hall? With what I've got now, if I still can't hunt Soul Beasts on my own and need someone else to do it for me...
Was I trying to help him?
Wang Feng felt his blood beginning to stir.
Once he saw how powerful Soul Beasts were, he'd come back begging for my help.
Taking a closer look, he saw the token was black, with a sword engraved in the center, its blade pointing down.
He still wouldn't take the offer and insisted on hunting Soul Beasts himself.
"Looking for a Soul Beast that's a thousand years old! Here I come!"
"Fortune favors the bold," Tang San remarked with a hint of emotion.
Walking through the thickly wooded forest, Wang Feng spotted several paths worn by earlier travelers and felt a surge of excitement.
Wang Feng leaned against the emerald-green giant snake. His short sword had been splattered with venom during the fight, and now its edge looked even sharper.
The snake's body swayed as if unwilling to give in.
The guard frowned. "You're so young. Are you sure you want to go in? Without an elder accompanying you, it's dangerous. If anything happens in there, no one will be responsible."
Wang Feng smiled.
By the afternoon, after seven or eight hours, Wang Feng reached the market outside the Soul Hunting Forest.
The stuff here was outrageously expensive, too.
Wang Feng felt there was no need for that at all!
A short while later, the Datura Snake gradually stopped moving, and a yellow Spirit Ring rose from its body.
"Xiao San, according to my theories, the maximum age limit for the first Spirit Ring of a level-ten Spirit Master is around four hundred years."
Wang Feng murmured to himself.
There were also guards patrolling the area.
A Spirit Tool like this is even a gift for me. I definitely can't let Grandmaster down.
But Wang Feng didn't even glance at him. He walked straight on.
Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges was the name Tang San had given this jade belt.
Grandmaster led Tang San through the Soul Hunting Forest. "So this time, we have to do our best to find a Soul Beast as close to that limit as possible! And you have Innate Full Soul Power, so we can't waste your potential!"
Wang Feng thought it over, then headed straight for the gate, which stood like a wall around the Soul Hunting Forest.
But now there was no need!
Besides, Wang Feng wanted to train himself by hunting on his own.
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