Martial Soul Hall's Disaster Relief Food Is Here!

After meditating to recover his soul power for a while, Chen Hong once again poured the last trace of soul power in his body into the Generation 0.2 Soul Engine.

Bzz. Bzz. Bzz!

As Chen Hong's soul power flowed in, the Generation 0.2 Soul Engine activated successfully, and the axle inside began spinning rapidly.

One rotation, ten rotations, twenty rotations, forty rotations... At last, the Generation 0.2 Soul Engine's speed broke into triple digits, a fairly promising start.

Chen Hong, his face exhausted, looked at the Generation 0.2 Soul Engine in his hand with bright eyes, as though he could already see a wonderful future beckoning to him.

Early the next morning, fully rested, Chen Hong carefully packed the Generation 0.2 Soul Engine into his cloth bag along with a small piece of Soul Guidance Mithril Ore. He then boarded the carriage waiting at the village entrance to head to market. After greeting several village uncles who were taking their produce to Suotuo City to sell, Chen Hong hugged his cloth bag, found a suitable spot in the carriage, and promptly fell asleep.

"Hehe. Who knows what this kid has been tinkering with these past few days. Clanging away every day, making it impossible for anyone to sleep properly."

"Keep your voice down. Let him get some proper rest. We haven't seen him rest much at all these past few days."

The coachman uncle glanced back at the soundly sleeping Chen Hong in the carriage, a smile appearing on his face. He flicked the reins and drove the carriage through the lush spring fields beneath the gentle, cool spring sunlight.

The spring breeze blew, the grass swayed, and the green leaves in the woods rustled in the wind. Along the way, Chen Hong opened his eyes and looked at the boundless vitality of the plains, unable to stop himself from sighing inwardly, The environment in this world really is amazing!

"Ahhh!!!"

Having shut himself away in the blacksmith shop for several days, Chen Hong could not resist shouting at the endless plains beneath the gentle, refreshing spring breeze. His sudden yell startled the village uncles at the front of the carriage, but when they realized it was that little madman Chen Hong acting up again in the back, the coachman uncle laughed and scolded him.

"You brat! Aren't you afraid of attracting soul beasts?"

"Hahaha! Uncle, look! There's a Martial Soul Hall Patrol Team coming from afar! Any soul beasts will definitely run far away!"

Standing in the carriage, Chen Hong happily waved at the five-member Soul Master Team riding toward them in Spirit Hall Field Personnel Uniforms.

Clop! Clop!

Soon, the Spirit Hall field Soul Master Team from Suotuo City drew near Chen Hong and the others' carriage and slowed down. The bearded Soul Master in the lead rode alongside it and glanced at the bright red fruits in the carriage. Chen Hong had already tossed several to each of the five men.

The bearded Soul Master caught a fruit, wiped it with his sleeve, and took a bite. He exclaimed, "They look pretty good! You're from White Cloud Village, right? I vaguely remember this little brat."

The coachman uncle at the front of the carriage immediately answered respectfully, "Yes, sir! We're from White Cloud Village."

"What little brat, Bearded Uncle! My name is Chen Hong!" Chen Hong voiced his displeasure at the Soul Master Field Captain calling him a little brat.

"Don't go shouting nonsense whenever you leave home. It would be dangerous if you attracted soul beasts! We aren't always patrolling the roads, and there will always be a few that slip through. It would still be very dangerous if a Little Soul Master like you ran into one."

The bearded Soul Master sternly lectured Chen Hong, then called to his teammates and rode off toward the plains ahead.

The average Soul Power Level of this Soul Master Team was only in the thirties. They had been specially formed from Soul Masters gathered by Suotuo City Spirit Hall from several nearby villages to drive away dangerous soul beasts along the routes used by commoners traveling into the city.

If the five-person team worked well together, they could easily drive off soul beasts below the thousand-year level and protect the people traveling on the roads.

Otherwise, with Douluo Continent's current dense vegetation coverage, ordinary people without Innate Soul Power would find it extremely dangerous to travel far if Spirit Hall did not regularly maintain the safety of the roads between villages.

Moreover, these Spirit Hall field Soul Masters were mostly local Soul Masters from nearby villages, so they could get along well with the local people.

Chen Hong did not know what others in this world thought, but in his eyes, Spirit Hall, which stood upon the land through Angel Faith, displayed an advancement beyond its era in this feudal aristocratic society.

Thus, Chen Hong held considerable goodwill toward Spirit Hall as a supernatural organization. That was also why he planned to report White Cloud Village's discovery of the Soul Guidance Mithril Ore Vein to Suotuo City Spirit Hall rather than the lord of Suotuo City.

At the very least, Spirit Hall would give White Cloud Village sufficient compensation. As for the feudal nobles? The Heaven Dou Empire? Sorry, but Chen Hong had never trusted those assholes who strutted around with their heads up their asses.

Of course, there was another important reason Chen Hong had such a favorable first impression of Spirit Hall.

And that reason was...

Suotuo City. After two days of travel, Chen Hong finally arrived in this magnificent city. His first stop after reaching Suotuo City was to carry his cloth bag to the Spirit Hall Branch and collect this month's disaster relief food!

Father! Martial Soul Hall's disaster relief food is here!

Outside the Spirit Hall Branch, Chen Hong held a small money pouch filled with Gold Soul Coins, in quite a good mood. Martial Soul Hall did not give much, but it gave it out every month!

There were only a few Gold Soul Coins, but Chen Hong himself had very few expenses. Using them to improve his meals was more than enough.

Besides, Chen Hong had a brilliant plan for making money make more money.

But...

"..." When Chen Hong saw the four burly men at the entrance to the gambling house staring at him warily, and the sign beside the doorway behind them that read: Chen Hong and dogs are not allowed inside! It even bore the image of a child who looked sixty percent like Chen Hong.

"Was that really necessary? I only won a few ten thousand Gold Soul Coins. Did you have to make such a show of it? It's not like I didn't return them in the end. Cheapskates!"

Chen Hong snorted at the four burly men blocking his road to riches, then turned around and headed for the Suotuo City Workshop District without looking back.

After passing rows of shops producing all kinds of tools, Chen Hong finally stopped in front of a shop with the words "Chen Family Ironworks" written outside.

"Old man! I'm here!" Chen Hong pushed the door open and walked in as naturally as if he had returned home.

"Huh? You little brat are getting more and more disrespectful!"

Amid the unceasing rise and fall of hammering and the furnace's continuous heat, a burly, rugged man emerged from the blacksmith shop and laughingly scolded his own son.

Chen Lin, a Level 37 Battle Soul Master, whose martial soul was the Tungsten Steel Hammer—Chen Hong's father, and the future Grandfather of Soul Engines.

"Old man! Don't try getting friendly with me! I came to show you two treasures!"