Blood Curse Conceals Its Edge, Soul Ring Secured

The thunderstorm had completely subsided, leaving only the sound of raindrops falling in the woods.

On the muddy ground, the soul master squad that had tried to seize the soul ring was still bound by lingering lightning, their soul power meridians severely damaged.

Hearing wolf howls from deep within the forest, they were instantly gripped by fear. They whimpered and wailed, their eyes filled with terror and desperate pleas for mercy.

Yet their pleas were destined to be futile. They could only watch helplessly as Lin Mo vanished into the depths of the forest.

Bleeding Curse stacks hung over their bodies as they felt their vitality continuously draining away. Death was closing in.

These people probably never imagined, even in their dreams, that provoking the young man before them for a Hundred-Year Soul Ring would come at such a terrible cost.

Lin Mo walked with steady steps, faint soul power fluctuations swirling around him.

Having just absorbed the Golden Thunder Bamboo soul ring, his soul power was still slowly circulating through his body, constantly tempering his flesh.

He found a quiet spot in the forest and chose to rest for the time being, adjusting his condition.

Half an hour later.

Lin Mo opened his eyes again.

Earlier, he had been too eager for results and had rushed into battle before the soul power in his body had stabilized.

Only after meditating and adjusting himself did his soul power truly settle.

After absorbing the hundred-year Golden Thunder Bamboo soul ring, Lin Mo noticed that his Thunder Hell Vine had become slightly thicker, crackling with violet-gold arcs of lightning.

A simple martial soul summon allowed it to perform a series of actions such as binding.

The Thunder Hell Vine was exceptionally tough and difficult to tear apart.

This was the advantage of the martial soul's innate strength.

Compared to Blue Silver Grass, the Thunder Hell Vine was vastly superior. Even the awakened Blue Silver Emperor could hardly compare.

After summoning his martial soul, Lin Mo looked at the first soul ring that appeared around him.

[First Soul Skill: Thunder Vine Whip]

As the yellow soul ring flashed, the Thunder Hell Vine in Lin Mo's palm was strengthened.

A dark-purple vine emerged from the rain-soaked forest floor, its surface covered in violet-gold lightning arcs. It twisted and coiled like a serpent, and when it lashed out, it carried the force of wind and thunder, easily snapping trees as thick as a bowl at the waist.

With Lin Mo's current soul power, he could control at most six Thunder Vine Whips at once.

That was still limited by his current Soul Power Level.

As his cultivation increased in the future, the number of vine whips he could control simultaneously would also rise.

Lin Mo withdrew his martial soul, and the Hundred-Year Soul Ring faded from sight.

He then summoned the Blood Curse Blade. This weapon possessed the "Bleeding Curse."

If it truly was a rule-based weapon, then wouldn't it be capable of killing even gods?

The prerequisite was breaking through their defense and dealing actual damage.

Besides, wielding it in close combat was far too limiting.

But if...

Thunder Hell Vine emerged from Lin Mo's palm and immediately wrapped around the hilt of the Blood Curse Blade.

As the vines danced through the air, a point of cold light whirled chaotically, turning the surrounding area into a forbidden zone of death.

The vines twisted and contracted, hanging upside down like a scorpion's tail behind Lin Mo's shoulder, poised like a scorpion's sting as it glinted with cold light.

Lin Mo raised his hand and caught it, and the vines unraveled and withdrew.

The Blood Curse Blade did not look particularly conspicuous, making it easy for others to underestimate its danger.

This thing had an extraordinary effect when hunting powerful enemies.

Lin Mo left the area inhabited by hundred-year soul beasts and set up camp on the outskirts of the Soul Beast Forest, deciding to rest for the night.

The eastern sky over the forest turned pale, and dazzling morning light slowly rose over the horizon.

The firewood had burned into charcoal ash, and Lin Mo awoke from cultivation.

After a night of training, his mental state remained full and refreshed.

By now, it was time for him to set out and return.

Now that he had become a soul master, he could finally go to Spirit Hall to register his information.

Meanwhile.

Near Nuoding City, within the Soul Hunting Forest.

This was an exclusive hunting ground jointly designated by Spirit Hall and the Heaven Dou Empire. Only soul masters carrying official hunting permits were allowed to enter.

The forest mostly contained low-level soul beasts with ten-year and hundred-year cultivation. The environment was safe and controllable, vastly different from the perilous wild forests outside.

The woods were filled with the damp smell of earth and the fresh fragrance of vegetation.

Tang San was breathing slightly heavily as he slowly lowered the arm that had fired the Sleeve Arrow.

Luo Sanpao, summoned by Yu Xiaogang, was currently patrolling the surroundings.

The four-hundred-year Datura Snake was already completely stiff, its thick purple-black body sprawled in the mud.

The Datura Snake's head had been wounded by an arrow, and black poisonous blood was still seeping out. A bright, lustrous yellow Hundred-Year Soul Ring floated quietly above its corpse, its glow shifting softly.

Tang San stood where he was, the pale-blue Blue Silver Grass in his palm gently unfurling as his martial soul faintly resonated with the soul power in the air.

Yu Xiaogang looked at this newly accepted disciple of his. Seeing Tang San's decisiveness and ruthlessness in dealing with the Datura Snake, he could not help but secretly marvel at his temperament and composure.

Yu Xiaogang slowly stepped forward, his gaze falling upon the Hundred-Year Soul Ring, unable to conceal the praise and relief in his eyes.

"Xiao San, this Datura Snake's poison attribute and flexibility perfectly suit your Blue Silver Grass martial soul. Its cultivation age is highly compatible as well, making it the best choice for your first soul ring."

Tang San nodded, choosing to trust him.

He sat down cross-legged, his back straight as his eyes slowly closed. Pale-blue soul power gradually overflowed from his body, gently yet firmly reaching toward the yellow soul ring above him.

The yellow soul ring reacted and began to merge with his swaying Blue Silver Grass martial soul.

Yu Xiaogang guarded him from the side while observing Tang San's condition, remaining alert for any abnormalities that might arise.

Time passed bit by bit, and half an hour went by in the blink of an eye.

Tang San successfully absorbed the soul ring and became a true soul master.

He raised his palm and found that his Blue Silver Grass martial soul had become somewhat thicker, its toughness greatly improved and no longer easy to tear apart.

The weight in Yu Xiaogang's heart finally lifted, and a long-lost relaxed smile appeared on his face. "How do you feel? What is your first soul skill?"

"It went smoothly. My first soul skill is Bind. I can use Blue Silver Grass to forcibly restrain a target, and it also carries the Datura Snake's paralyzing venom."

Yu Xiaogang nodded in satisfaction.

"Very good. You have officially become a soul master. There is no need for us to remain in this Soul Hunting Forest any longer."

"Once we finish packing up, we will head straight to the Spirit Hall in Nuoding City to register your soul master information, claim your soul master badge, and complete your certification," Yu Xiaogang said.

"Mm." Tang San nodded.

"He... should have gone hunting for a soul ring too, right?" Tang San said, Lin Mo's figure appearing in his mind.

"That guy? Heh. If he wants to obtain a soul ring, he can only risk his life in those wild Soul Beast Forests. Without anyone protecting him, at most he can hunt a ten-year soul beast." A trace of disgust appeared on Yu Xiaogang's face.

"Xiao San, you are not the same kind of person as him. You possess Innate Full Soul Power, became a soul master at six, and have the best possible Hundred-Year Soul Ring. What does he have that he can compare with you?" Yu Xiaogang said.

"Someone like him is arrogant and conceited. He'll soon suffer for it. Even if he survives by luck, he'll be nothing more than a stray dog by the roadside in the future. Don't bother with him." Yu Xiaogang patted Tang San on the shoulder as he spoke.

"Mm." Tang San nodded.

To him, it was merely a small interlude.

His future was destined to reach greater and farther heights.