Developing Soul Tools, Actively Seeking the Sun Moon Continent? Mass Grave, Geng Metal Ghost Vine! (Seeking Follow-up Reads!)

"As for the future..."

Dugu Bo paused, his gaze becoming somewhat meaningful.

"The future?"

Lou Gao felt a stir in his heart and couldn't help but ask:

"Your Excellency, forgive this old man's dullness. Although our Blacksmith Association has some craftsmanship, in the eyes of the soul master world, we are nothing more than a bunch of rough men who hammer iron. What... exactly do you see in us?"

This was also the point Lou Gao could not wrap his head around.

How noble is a Title Douluo?

What kind of weapons or equipment could he not obtain if he wanted them?

Why go through such great lengths to subdue a group of blacksmiths like them?

Could it be for money?

But Dugu Bo had just casually tossed them the treasures looted from Martial Soul Hall; clearly, he didn't care for such petty wealth.

"Heh..."

Dugu Bo chuckled softly, his eyes turning deep and unfathomable, as if he could see through the mists of the future:

"Lou Gao, there are some things you do not yet understand."

"You only need to know that what this old man values is not your current worth, but... your future potential."

"Potential?"

Lou Gao was completely bewildered.

What kind of potential could there be in hammering iron?

Could they possibly forge a divine artifact?

"You will understand when the time comes."

Dugu Bo waved his hand, feigning mystery.

Without another word, he stood up and strode out of the Blacksmith Association with Dugu Yan.

He left only Lou Gao standing there, staring at the head on the table with its eyes wide open in death, and the gold and silver scattered across the floor, lost in deep contemplation.

Walking out of the gates of the Blacksmith Association, the inscrutable expression on Dugu Bo's face vanished instantly, replaced by one of curiosity and confusion.

"Senior, what exactly are we aiming for by going to such lengths to subdue these blacksmiths?"

Dugu Bo asked within his Sea of Consciousness:

"Aside from hammering iron, these fellows have no other skills. If we're talking about combat power, they aren't even as good as the poisonous weeds in my garden."

That speech from earlier was purely something he had made up to sound impressive.

In reality, he had no idea himself.

"Aiming for?"

Yu Nan's voice rang out faintly, carrying a hint of mockery:

"Old Poison Freak, your vision is still too shallow."

"Do you think the end of a soul master's path is just soul skills and soul bones?"

"In this world, there is another kind of power, known as—Soul Tools."

"Soul Tools?"

Dugu Bo was stunned:

"Aren't those just ancient relics passed down from long ago? The methods for crafting them have long been lost to the current soul master world; we can only obtain a few defective pieces by excavating ruins. And at most, we can only get some storage-type Soul Tools!"

"Lost?"

Yu Nan sneered:

"Perhaps they are lost on this continent, but across the sea, there is a land known as the 'Sun Moon Continent'."

"Over there, the development of Soul Tools has already exceeded your imagination."

"And these blacksmiths are the key to us mastering that power in the future."

"As long as we provide them with blueprints and materials, and add a little bit of guidance, they can become the 'pioneers' in manufacturing Soul Tools."

"When that time comes, even an ordinary soul master, holding a high-level Soul Tool, will be able to challenge those of higher ranks, or even... threaten a Title Douluo!"

Although Yu Nan was not entirely certain.

How the development of Soul Tools on the Sun Moon Continent stood in this era.

But according to the original plot.

Several thousand years later.

The Sun Moon Continent would collide with the Douluo Continent due to continental drift.

Based on the strength displayed at that time.

It stood to reason that the development of Soul Tools on the Sun Moon Continent right now.

Would not be too shabby.

Several thousand years from now, the Sun Moon Continent will collide with the Douluo Continent due to continental drift, Yu Nan thought to himself.

Presumably, at this moment, the Sun Moon Continent and the Douluo Continent are not too far apart.

It is only because maritime navigation on the Douluo Continent has yet to develop, and the ocean is teeming with dangerous sea soul beasts.

Humans can only hold their own on land, but they are still too green when it comes to the vast ocean.

As long as one avoids the waters of the Deep Sea Demon Whale and the massive pods of Evil Spirit Orcas, then sends people to build large ships to search for the Sun Moon Continent, there is a certain chance of finding it!

"Hiss--!!"

Dugu Bo gasped, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Threaten a Title Douluo?

How could that be possible?!

But when he thought of this senior's unfathomable nature, he had no choice but to believe it.

"Sun Moon Continent... Soul Tools..."

Dugu Bo muttered to himself, a surge of inexplicable excitement suddenly rising in his heart.

If it were truly as the senior said, then this group of blacksmiths was simply a massive gold mine!

"Senior is wise!"

Dugu Bo exclaimed with heartfelt admiration:

"It seems this move of ours was the right one!"

Yu Nan did not speak again, only a flash of sharp light crossing his massive dragon eyes.

Although the collision of the Sun Moon Continent was still thousands of years away, since he had arrived, he would naturally not sit and wait for that moment.

Laying the groundwork in advance and mastering core technology was the true path to success.

And this group of blacksmiths was the first piece on the board in his hand.

"Let's go, where to next?"

Dugu Bo was in high spirits, feeling that following this senior promised a boundless future.

"Since we have come to Gengxin City, we naturally cannot return empty-handed."

Yu Nan said indifferently:

"Go and call that lad named Si Long, and have him lead the way."

"Where to?"

"Outside the city, to the Mass Grave."

"What... is there?"

"Something... that can bring your poison arts to perfection, or even take them a step further."

Upon entering Gengxin City.

Yu Nan had already sensed it.

In the direction of the Mass Grave outside the city, there was something that held a great attraction for him.

He might as well go and take a look; there might even be an unexpected harvest.

When Si Long was summoned, his legs were shaking uncontrollably.

He had just seen with his own eyes this Poison Douluo throw Miles's head onto the table and frighten his own teacher into kneeling and begging for mercy.

Now that he had been singled out by this malevolent star to lead the way, he felt as if one foot had already stepped into the gates of hell.

"Y-Your Excellency, you were looking for me?"

Si Long kept his head low, not daring to glance at Dugu Bo, his voice as thin as a mosquito's hum.

"Stop trembling, this old man doesn't eat people."

Dugu Bo glanced at him and waved his hand with some impatience:

"Lead the way to the Mass Grave outside the city."

"I want the largest one, the one where the most dead are buried."

"Y-yes! Yes!"

Si Long felt as if he had been granted a reprieve; as long as he wasn't being killed right now, he would do anything, and he hurriedly led the way.

Outside Gengxin City, the Mass Grave.

Withered trees and dim crows, crumbling walls and broken ruins; half-buried bones and shattered weapons could be seen everywhere.

"Y-Your Excellency, this is the place."

Si Long stood at the edge of the Mass Grave, covering his nose, his face pale.

"Most of those buried here were poor blacksmiths and miners who died of exhaustion or sudden death from inhaling too much metal dust. The resentment here is heavy; usually, no one dares to come near."

"Hm, you can get lost now."

Dugu Bo tossed a Gold Soul Coin at Si Long, dismissing him as if he were a beggar.

After Si Long scrambled away, rolling and crawling, Dugu Bo turned to look at this nauseating land, frowning as he spoke.

"Senior, this place is filthy and reeks. Aside from scrap metal and dead men's bones, what good could possibly be here?"

"Filthy? Reeks?"

Yu Nan's voice resonated within the Sea of Consciousness, carrying a hint of excitement.

"Old Poison Freak, you only see the surface."

"In the eyes of ordinary people, this is a forbidden zone. But in your eyes, this should be a treasure trove."

"Sense it carefully. Deep underground, hundreds of years of Geng Metal energy have gathered. After perfectly fusing with corpse poison and resentment, what has it birthed?"

Hearing this, Dugu Bo's expression turned stern.

He closed his eyes, and his vast spiritual power spread out like a tidal wave, probing deep into the earth.

At first, there was only the irritating aura of death.

But as his perception deepened, Dugu Bo suddenly snapped his eyes open, a flash of shock crossing his emerald pupils!

"This... this is..."

He felt it!

At the very center of this Mass Grave, about a hundred meters deep underground.

There was an aura that was extremely sharp, overbearing, yet incredibly sinister and venomous, slowly pulsing!

That aura was like a blade quenched in deadly poison; even a mere touch from his spiritual power made him feel a stinging pain.

"That is the Geng Metal Ghost Vine."