Purple Blood Vine

Ma Xiunuo did not act immediately after entering the forest. Instead, after confirming the direction, he said to Yun Feng:

"You should be able to find the Spirit Beast you're looking for over this way!"

After saying that, Ma Xiunuo carefully led Yun Feng in the direction he had pointed.

Yun Feng did not dare let his guard down either. He widened his eyes and continuously observed the paths around them. If anything happened, at least he would remember the way and not be left completely lost, not even knowing where to run.

After all, he was not particularly strong right now.

He was still at the rookie stage.

Whenever doing anything, one had to consider the worst possibility. Perhaps at some critical moment, it could save one's life!

Moreover, many ten-year Spirit Beasts were poisonous. Without a healing-type Spirit Master accompanying them, this was extremely dangerous!

If one got bitten, even if one did not die here, it would still be terribly unpleasant!

It would also put one in danger. It simply was not worth it!

Hadn't Yu Xiaogang ended up in that state when helping Tang San obtain his first Spirit Ring?

He had nearly died outright, and that was only because Tang San had been by his side to rescue him in time.

If it had been someone else, who knew how they could have been saved?

Ma Xiunuo had originally wanted to remind Yun Feng, but seeing his current demeanor, he merely nodded calmly. This child had an extraordinary temperament!

After passing through dense woods and undergrowth, Yun Feng and Ma Xiunuo arrived in a patch of forest where the trees were sparse.

As he looked at the purple vines coiling around the tree trunks and branches, a trace of excitement appeared in Yun Feng's eyes.

There were two Purple Blood Vines before them, and the best way to judge a Purple Blood Vine's age was by its length.

One meter represented one hundred years.

Both of the vines before them were over five meters long.

They were clearly close to six hundred years old.

Although they had not reached six hundred years, Yun Feng grew more satisfied the longer he looked. This age suited his requirements very well!

This was a Purple Blood Vine over five hundred years old. With Yun Feng's Soul Grandmaster physique, he should be able to withstand it, and it only exceeded the limit by a little over a hundred years.

Actually, if Yun Feng could eat more, then according to Tang San's suggestion, perhaps his physical body could continue growing stronger. If he developed for several more decades before absorbing his first Spirit Ring, perhaps his first Spirit Ring could reach ten thousand years, or even a hundred thousand years?

But was that really necessary?

Yun Feng did not think so. During the golden stage of a Spirit Master's cultivation, there was absolutely no need to stubbornly fixate on the upper limit of Spirit Rings. Hadn't Tang San ultimately become a god?

Weren't none of the Spirit Rings on his body below ten thousand years?

Furthermore, without sufficient Soul Power, no amount of physical training would be useful. Although he could become stronger through suggestions, there truly was no need for it!

There were so many ordinary people in this world, and so many Spirit Masters studying Martial Souls. Yun Feng refused to believe that none of them had researched whether ordinary people could fight Spirit Masters through their own strength alone.

Yet according to Spirit Hall's records, even if an ordinary person trained to the utmost limit, they could only exchange a few moves with a Soul Grandmaster.

That was the rule of this world.

Yun Feng also knew that Martial Souls could not be changed. Since his Martial Soul could not become one of the absolute best, he could only change and evolve it from the source!

Thus, Yun Feng quickly thought of a method: develop his Martial Soul's traits!

Since a Martial Soul was part of the body, combined with the reward for modifying his Spirit Ring's effects through suggestions...

Could he create the form he envisioned?

Therefore, Yun Feng decided to build everything about his Martial Soul around the development of its traits.

On one side were sesame seeds; on the other was a watermelon.

Even an elementary school student could do that math!

Ma Xiunuo naturally recognized the age of this Purple Blood Vine as well. After asking Yun Feng one final time, he nodded seriously.

"Since you've already decided, I won't say anything more."

After saying that, Ma Xiunuo directly took off the custom long robe issued by Spirit Hall.

There was no other reason. This was custom-made!

Seeing this, Yun Feng proactively stepped forward and accepted Ma Xiunuo's clothes, then said directly:

"Grandmaster Ma Xiunuo, good luck!"

Ma Xiunuo smiled at the sight and said to Yun Feng:

"Xiao Feng, let me show you what soul hunting really is. Soul hunting isn't like fighting Spirit Masters. As long as you achieve your goal, any method will do!"

After hearing that, Yun Feng nodded seriously.

A battle between Spirit Masters was not a fight to the death, but hunting Spirit Beasts was different. This was truly a matter involving one's life and future, so Yun Feng greatly agreed with Ma Xiunuo's words.

After Ma Xiunuo said this, his eyes suddenly turned sharp. The phantom of a lion wreathed in crimson flames emerged from his body, and the Soul Power throughout his body instantly began to surge violently.

It turned into a streak of crimson light and directly merged into Ma Xiunuo's body.

The red light spread as the muscles beneath his clothes rapidly swelled. Hair swiftly grew all over his body, while claws and fangs emerged from his hands and mouth respectively.

Two Spirit Rings appeared around him as well. Yellow, yellow!

"First Spirit Skill, Blazing Lion!"

Under Yun Feng's excited gaze, Ma Xiunuo's aura surged several times stronger.

He also understood why Ma Xiunuo had taken off his long robe. If he had not, the clothes on his body would likely have been burned to ash.

The Spirit Rings shone, instantly enveloping Ma Xiunuo.

Under the influence of that light,

the crimson flames burning over Ma Xiunuo's entire body swelled once more, radiating scorching heat.

After Ma Xiunuo released his first Spirit Skill, his entire person resembled a Skeleton Knight.

Everything that came near him was scorched, releasing a charred smell.

Hot, far too hot!

Even though Yun Feng remained a considerable distance away from Ma Xiunuo, he felt as though his entire body would burst into flames the very next moment.

The Purple Blood Vines in the distance also sensed the danger. They began wildly swinging their vines, continuously attacking their surroundings.

"Smack—smack—smack—"

It was the sound of vines striking the ground.

Ma Xiunuo had just said that one could use every possible means while soul hunting, as long as the final result was good.

Watching the two Purple Blood Vines continuously exhaust their strength, Ma Xiunuo stood like an old hunter, quietly releasing his flames and steadily roasting them.

He accelerated the depletion of their Soul Power. When the timing was about right, Ma Xiunuo seized an opening and swiftly rushed forward.

He used his flaming claws to sever the Purple Blood Vine he had selected earlier, then grabbed it and ran back.

Worried that the thing might resist, Ma Xiunuo also used his claws to cut away most of its branches, leaves, and roots.

Wherever his claws passed, purple juice flowed out.

That juice was filled with the stench of blood.

Having done all this, Ma Xiunuo did not hesitate in the slightest and quickly retreated.

It was not because he feared an attack from the remaining Purple Blood Vine, but because he did not want to cause needless slaughter.

After leaving the attack range, Ma Xiunuo returned to Yun Feng's side.

Just as he was about to say something, he saw that the Purple Blood Vine was still tightly wrapped around Ma Xiunuo's arm.

It wanted to pry open Ma Xiunuo's hand and make one final struggle.

Ma Xiunuo did not indulge it.

He directly tore it off with brute force and tossed it onto the ground.

But by then, the Purple Blood Vine had completely lost its ability to move. Like a snake with broken bones, it continuously writhed across the ground.

Seeing that the matter had been settled, Yun Feng handed over the long robe, his eyes filled with excitement.

Ma Xiunuo took the robe, put it on, and said directly:

"Xiao Feng, if you're sure, then kill it right away. Hurry and absorb its Spirit Ring. I still have many things to rush back and deal with!"

Yun Feng nodded after hearing Ma Xiunuo's words. Looking at the Purple Blood Vine still squirming on the ground, he was not afraid in the least. He directly pulled out a dagger from his chest and stepped forward, giving the Purple Blood Vine's body two vicious stabs!