The next morning, the three of them left the small town.
Compared to Oscar, who had still been somewhat uneasy yesterday, now that he had set out for the Star Dou Great Forest, all that remained was excitement and anticipation, perhaps with a touch of determination.
After last night's discussion at the hotel, Ouyang Ling had selected a very ordinary yet highly distinctive soul beast for Oscar—the Tower Mountain Swift.
This soul beast did not possess many powerful offensive methods, and its speed was even inferior to that of the Sharp-tailed Swift of the same type. Yet its chances of survival were by no means low.
Its defining trait was that, apart from breeding, it never stopped flying throughout its life. Even while asleep, it could instinctively flap its wings and follow fixed routes, avoiding the danger of collisions.
As for why they had chosen this particular soul beast...
As Oscar handed Ouyang Ling a sausage just in case, he could not help recalling last night's conversation:
[Ouyang Ling: "Oscar, what do you think best reflects the value of a food-type Soul Master?"
Oscar: "...The battlefield. The army."
Ouyang Ling: "That's right. The existence of a food-type Soul Master can handle the logistical supplies of an army. The higher his cultivation, the more troops he can cover. Therefore, your soul ring choices must match your future value. What your soul skills provide must be what an army needs."
Oscar: "But once I use my soul skill to create sausages, even if my cultivation reaches the level of a Titled Douluo, the number of sausages I can make will still be limited."
Ouyang Ling: "It doesn't matter if they're limited. By then, at the very least, you'll be able to build a special forces unit."
Oscar: "What's a special forces unit?"