A day later, Jiang Qingyu took Jiang Lingtian to the Star Dou Great Forest to hunt Soul Beasts.
It was Jiang Lingtian's first Soul Hunting trip, and he was excited.
He wondered what absorbing a Soul Ring would feel like.
Still, with the knowledge he had learned in the Tang Sect, spreading it throughout this world shouldn't be a problem.
And with such a powerful family behind him, rebuilding a mighty Tang Sect would be almost as easy as turning his hand.
The only real difficulty was getting the materials needed to make Hidden Weapons.
He was the only one who knew how to make Hidden Weapons. No one else did. As for pill refinement, Jiang Qingyu had already established a whole system for it.
So much so that everyone who knew how to refine pills came from Spirit Hall's Pill Hall.
In Jiang Lingtian's heart, Jiang Qingyu was no longer just his father. He was more like an idol.
There seemed to be nothing he couldn't do.
Perhaps the hardest part of every month was walking out of the Saintess Hall. A sense of emptiness was hard to avoid.
With Jiang Qingyu's cool, striking beauty alone, he would have ranked among the finest in Jiang Lingtian's Tang Sect world.
When they reached the Star Dou Great Forest, Jiang Qingyu almost immediately picked out their first Soul Beast: an 875-year-old blazing lion.
Jiang Lingtian looked at the blazing lion before him.
The lion slowly emerged, more than four meters long from head to body. Its billowing mane was no ordinary fur, but a mass of surging, dancing scarlet flame. Tiny sparks flew whenever it shook its head.
Its limbs were thick, and its sharp claws gleamed dark red like molten iron.
Its eyes burned like twin flames, golden slit pupils