Blood Curse Blade, Soul Beast Forest (Second Update)

Nuoding Town.

This town was not particularly large.

Notting Junior Soul Master Academy was located in a rather remote area. Lin Mo left the place and came to town.

Carrying a simple bundle, he moved through the noisy streets unnoticed.

In the original owner's memories, he rarely came to town and spent most of his time in rural villages.

He had no family of his own and had grown up living off the charity of others.

Looking at the bustling streets, Lin Mo first spent a few Copper Soul Coins on a meal to fill his stomach, then bought enough dried provisions to last several days before putting away the little money he had left.

He needed to obtain his first soul ring as soon as possible and become a true soul master.

He unfolded the map in his hand, which clearly marked out the route.

He had prepared this beforehand.

At present, the nearest Soul Beast Forest near Nuoding Town was still several days away.

That area was open wilderness and carried a certain degree of danger.

Lin Mo had already researched the route. Leaving the academy had not been an impulsive decision.

Trying to hunt soul beasts with the Thunder Hell Vine alone would likely be difficult.

After all, a Martial Soul without an attached soul ring could only display limited strength.

Going unarmed would not do. He needed to get himself a handy weapon, something that could finish an enemy off at a critical moment.

Just then.

A crisp system notification suddenly rang out in Lin Mo's mind, interrupting his thoughts.

[Ding! The host has left Nuoding Soul Master Academy and dared to break free from conventional restraints, obtaining the 'Lone Hero' achievement.]

[The beginner's gift pack has been issued. Open it immediately?]

Lin Mo halted, a flash of surprise crossing his eyes.

A beginner's gift pack?

Ever since he had transmigrated here and awakened the system, this was the first time he had triggered a system gift pack reward.

Of course, the Weather skill did not count. He had traded his life for that.

Lin Mo tentatively muttered in his heart, Open it immediately!

[Ding! Beginner's gift pack successfully opened.]

[Congratulations, host. You have obtained the special item: Blood Curse Blade!]

[Item: Blood Curse Blade]

[Effect: Damage dealt to soul beasts will cause them to continuously lose 5% of their health. Can stack up to ten layers.]

A dark crimson curved blade immediately appeared in Lin Mo's hand, emanating an eerie cursed aura.

The instant the item's information entered his sight, a storm surged through Lin Mo's heart.

The effect of this "Blood Curse Blade" was practically heaven-defying on the Douluo Continent!

Percentage damage.

No matter how powerful the soul beast was, as long as he could wound it, he could deal percentage damage.

At his current stage, this was undoubtedly his greatest reliance!

With this item in hand, his confidence in hunting soul beasts alone instantly swelled.

Even by himself, he was confident he could solo a hundred-year soul beast.

As Lin Mo looked at the weapon, the system interface unexpectedly unfolded before him—

Huh?!

Lin Mo stared at the interface before him, deeply moved.

[Skill Slot: Weather]

This system... had become tangible?

Above the skill bar were six main slots, while below was a cluster of storage slots. The Weather skill occupied one of them, leaving five main slots empty.

Lin Mo stroked his chin.

So this meant he could equip six special skill slots at once.

There seemed to be no limit to the number of special skills he could obtain.

In other words, he would most likely be able to adjust and swap special skills later on.

For some reason, this mechanism reminded him of "a certain game."

Lin Mo tried scrolling through the empty list and then discovered the equally empty inventory.

An inventory—this was an ability he had desperately wanted in his previous life!

Lin Mo tried using it.

His thoughts became reality.

The moment the thought arose, the "Blood Curse Blade" in his hand appeared in the inventory, turning into a shrunken icon: a tiny crimson curved blade with red eyes, a "blood drop" symbol beside it, and a dark red background.

Lin Mo was overjoyed.

This system truly had storage functionality!

With a thought, that crimson "Blood Curse Blade" reappeared in his empty palm.

After trying it several times, he was already able to instantly retrieve and store items.

Lin Mo then tried ordinary items.

Before long, his luggage vanished as well, then reappeared at his command.

[Non-system items can also be stored and retrieved freely.]

Even the Copper Soul Coins in his hand could be stored and retrieved.

Copper Soul Coins: 13

Silver Soul Coins: 0

Gold Soul Coins: 0

That amount of savings was rather glaring.

Still, to be honest, the system's built-in storage function was extremely convenient.

Now he would not have to worry about storage anymore.

As for money, it was merely a worldly possession.

He believed it would soon grow abundant. Slowly but surely.

After gaining the system inventory,

Lin Mo bought more dried provisions in town and stored extra drinking water, prepared for any contingency.

However, after making the rounds, the money in his hand had completely run dry.

Outside Nuoding City.

Lin Mo stood before the main road, his view wide open.

Several days of travel ahead. He could only take it slowly.

As Lin Mo continued deeper along his journey, mountains stretched endlessly before him, one layered upon another. There was no end to them, absolutely no end.

Mountain ranges rose and fell, morning mist curled through the air, dusk gave way to night, and he slept under the open sky.

Following the route marked on the map, Lin Mo traveled westward, avoiding travelers on the main roads and choosing secluded paths instead.

Ever since awakening the Thunder Hell Vine, his physique had improved drastically. His endurance, speed, and senses were all several times greater than before, while his cultivation speed surged like a mighty river, vast and unobstructed.

Soul Power that had once required ten days or half a month to show even slight growth now improved noticeably during the gaps in his journey.

The transformation from level-three Innate Soul Power to Postnatal Full Soul Power had completely shattered the shackles on his cultivation.

"The Thunder Hell Vine truly deserves to be called a top-tier Martial Soul," Lin Mo murmured.

During a rest stop.

Lin Mo raised his palm, and the Thunder Hell Vine quietly rose from it. Fine pale-purple arcs of electricity danced across its surface, releasing soft crackling sounds.

He knew that this Martial Soul could absorb lightning to accelerate its growth.

In an ordinary environment, cultivation with Innate Full Soul Power was already incredibly fast.

If he were amid a thunderstorm, his cultivation speed would increase a hundredfold!

This was determined by the Martial Soul's characteristics.

Soul beasts required vast amounts of time to accumulate their age, and it was far too difficult for the lightning-dependent Thunder Hell Vine to grow.

Humans, however, grew much faster and possessed great flexibility and mobility.

As long as the environment was suitable, his cultivation speed could leave those other Innate Full Soul Power geniuses far behind.

"Still, lightning-attributed soul beasts are already rare. Finding a suitable hundred-year soul beast this time probably won't be easy," Lin Mo muttered.

He was not impatient.

As a transmigrator, he had a steady temperament.

The more critical the moment, the more he needed to remain calm.

After several days of arduous travel, Lin Mo finally reached the outskirts of the Soul Beast Forest by evening.

Lin Mo finally reached the outskirts of the Soul Beast Forest.

This was untamed wilderness, not a soul beast gathering ground raised by humans.

The forest exuded a primitive savagery. Ancient towering trees blocked out the sky, thick roots lay exposed across the ground, and the air was filled with the damp, earthy stench of soil.

The sky gradually darkened.

From deep within the forest came the occasional mournful beastly roar, chilling him to the bone.

Lin Mo tightened his grip on the Blood Curse Blade in his palm.

Night was nearly here. He would make do outside for the night and take another look at dawn tomorrow.

There was no rushing the matter of soul rings.