Snatching the Gift Pack, a Feeling in the Dark

What a massive steal!

For a Soul Tool of this level, with just a little bit of maneuvering and sending it to a major auction house in Suotuo City or Tiandou City, it wouldn't sell for a single Gold Soul Coin less than three hundred thousand!

With that kind of turnover, that's a net profit of over a hundred thousand!

On the other side, Ye Feng, who had already walked out of the shop, had zero interest in the old fox's ecstasy behind him.

He knew he had been swindled, but he didn't care.

This money wasn't his to begin with, so even if he lost out, it didn't sting.

The most important thing was that he had successfully traded a massive hidden danger for tangible capital and a guarantee of security.

Next, it was time to find a place to properly improve himself.

After wandering around Aolin City for the better part of the day, he finally rented a detached courtyard with a small garden in a secluded but quiet area in the south of the city.

The moment he paid the three months' rent and closed the courtyard gate, Ye Feng let out a long sigh of relief.

An unprecedented sense of peace welled up in his heart.

From the moment he transmigrated until now, he had either been struggling in the slums of Nuoding City, working as a laborer at the Red Romance Hotel, or squeezed into a dormitory with a bunch of half-grown kids at the Soul Master Academy.

This was the first time he had a space that belonged entirely to himself.

The courtyard wasn't large, but it was fully equipped.

The room was cleaned until it sparkled, the bed, tables, and chairs were all ready, and the bedding was brand new, carrying the scent of sunshine.

Ye Feng sprawled out in a "big" shape, throwing himself heavily onto the soft bed.

With the faint scent of soap lingering at the tip of his nose, he closed his eyes and began to think about the path ahead.

First, he needed to take stock of the original plot of Douluo Continent.

At this point in time, there were, at most, two months left before Tang San left Holy Soul Village to report to the Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy.

Two months...

A thought flashed through his mind like lightning, and Ye Feng sat up abruptly from the bed.

Tang San! The starter pack!

Tang Hammer!

That's right!

After Tang San started school, that protective Tang Hammer followed him around like a bodyguard the entire time, especially on the first day of school, watching from the shadows of the academy.

Right now, Tang San was still hammering away in Holy Soul Village, and Tang Hammer was still acting as a drunken blacksmith in the village, with no mind to care about things outside.

This meant that the waterfall cave hiding the Hundred-Thousand-Year Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone was currently completely undefended!

A hundred-thousand-year soul bone!

That was a supreme treasure that could allow a Soul Master to ascend to the heavens in a single step!

Thinking of this, Ye Feng's heart began to pound uncontrollably.

He subconsciously touched the silver bracelet on his wrist.

If he didn't have this storage Soul Tool, even if he got the soul bone, he wouldn't be able to take it away.

Once that thing was taken out, it would shine with brilliant light and emit shocking energy fluctuations—it would be like a searchlight in the middle of the night, as if afraid others wouldn't know there was a treasure there.

Now that he had this storage Soul Tool, everything was solved.

Grab it and run; no one would be any the wiser.

As for whether snatching Tang San's opportunity would have any bad effects?

Ye Feng sneered.

Don't make me laugh.

That Blue Silver Emperor soul bone didn't have Tang San's name carved on it; it was an ownerless object to begin with.

To use Tang San's own favorite saying, it was "Heavenly treasures belong to those with virtue."

Right now, I, Ye Feng, am that "person with virtue"!

Let's keep to our own paths; you walk your road to godhood, and I'll take my starter pack. It's only fair.

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Ye Feng began to weigh another possibility.

Capture Xiao Wu alive?

The moment this thought popped up, he snuffed it out himself.

The risk was too high, and the rewards were not proportional.

Nuoding City had two gates; who knew which one that little rabbit would enter through?

Camp out outside the city?

What if she took a detour?

Furthermore, once Xiao Wu entered the city, with Tang Hammer's monstrous strength, he would be able to detect the aura of a hundred-thousand-year soul beast the very first moment.

Just how vast is the range of a Title Douluo's spiritual power?

The original work didn't specify, but Flender once mentioned that even a Soul Saint could easily cover a range of a hundred meters.

So what about a Title Douluo? Several hundred meters? Several thousand?

Ye Feng dared not gamble on that.

If he were caught red-handed by Tang Hao, his current strength wouldn't even be enough to withstand a single sneeze from the man.

To risk certain death for a 100,000-year soul ring that he wasn't even sure he could capture—only a fool would do that.

The Blue Silver Emperor soul bone was a much more practical pursuit.

Plan successful!

With his thoughts cleared, Ye Feng felt significantly more relaxed.

From his Storage Bracelet, he took out all the illustrated handbooks on soul beasts he had "borrowed" from Yu Xiaogang.

These were true treasures.

Compared to Yu Xiaogang's nonsensical "core theories," these soul beast handbooks, compiled and illustrated by generations of powerhouses from Martial Soul Hall, were priceless.

He flipped open a copy of the Complete Collection of Common Soul Beasts and was instantly enthralled.

Meanwhile.

Holy Soul Village.

Tang San, having just awakened his Twin Martial Souls, was walking home with Old Jack.

Old Jack's face was glowing with excitement, his mouth incessantly muttering about "Blue Silver Grass" and "Innate Full Soul Power."

It was as if he could already see the glorious future of Holy Soul Village producing a second Soul Saint.

However, Tang San felt a persistent sense of unease in his heart.

It was a strange sensation, as if something that originally belonged to him was being eyed by someone in the dark, or perhaps even on the verge of being lost.

This feeling was baseless, yet incredibly clear.

He scanned his surroundings calmly, activating his Purple Demon Eye, taking in every rustle of the wind and movement of the grass.

Yet, there was nothing.

Only the croaking of frogs in the fields and the curling smoke from distant chimneys.

Strange...

Tang San frowned, feeling a sudden, restless anxiety.

"Little San, what's wrong? Are you not feeling well?"

Old Jack finally noticed his odd behavior and asked with concern.

"No, it's nothing, Grandpa Jack."

Tang San shook his head, forcibly suppressing that sense of unease.

Perhaps it was just the discomfort caused by the sudden growth after awakening his martial soul.

On the other side.

The martial soul awakening ceremony in a certain village had just concluded.

Su Yuntao looked at the little girl before him, who wore a scorpion braid and looked like a carved jade doll, rubbing his chin with a bewildered expression.

"Soft Bone Rabbit martial soul, Innate Full Soul Power?"

How could this be?

A martial soul like the Soft Bone Rabbit was, at best, a mid-to-high-tier beast martial soul; how could it possibly possess Innate Full Soul Power?

This year was truly cursed!

In Holy Soul Village, he had awakened a trash martial soul, Blue Silver Grass, with Innate Full Soul Power.

Now, another Innate Full Soul Power with a Soft Bone Rabbit?

Su Yuntao felt his worldview had been subjected to an unprecedented shock.

Since when did Innate Full Soul Power become so worthless?

Sighing, he put away the crystal ball and the black stones, speaking to the girl named Xiao Wu in a routine manner:

"Little girl, your talent is excellent. I suggest you go to the junior Soul Master Academy in Nuoding City to study..."