Soul Land on the Tip of the Tongue?

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(First update)

Not every Spirit Master was like Yang Ming, able to ignore the limits of their body and absorb Soul Rings to their heart's content.

Now that everyone had received the pills Yang Ming had given them, their physiques had improved. Hunting Five-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts to obtain Soul Rings was the best way to maximize their gains.

Hearing Yang Ming lay out his suggestions, quite a few of them nodded inwardly.

Flender trailed behind the group, stroking the stubble on his chin with a satisfied expression. "In just a few years, Yang Ming has grown into a powerhouse capable of standing on his own."

Grandmaster secretly rolled his eyes. You've said something like that countless times along the way. Is it really necessary?

It's just that you taught an outstanding disciple!

Sunset Forest was where Spirit Masters from Heaven Dou City and most of the nearby cities hunted Soul Beasts. Along the way, Yang Ming occasionally saw small groups of two or three people. They were likely here for the same purpose as Yang Ming's group, and every one of them exuded a fierce aura.

When the passing teams saw Yang Ming's group, there was no clichéd conflict. They merely nodded amicably before putting some safe distance between themselves to avoid friction.

After all, compared to Star Dou Great Forest, Sunset Forest fell far behind in both the quality and quantity of its Soul Beasts. Furthermore, the competitors around Heaven Dou City were generally quite strong. With too many monks and too little porridge, teams often fought over a better Soul Beast.

Every year, fights over "monster stealing" remained impossible to stamp out, and casualties resulting from them were unavoidable.

Because of this, teams heading into Sunset Forest to hunt Soul Beasts had silently formed a shared understanding: