Notting City.
Two men with tattoos on their arms stood in the crowd, gazing at Yang Ming as he stepped onto the horse-drawn carriage and accompanied Grandmaster toward the Soul Hunting Forest, four hundred li northeast of Notting City, then lowered their heads to check the sketch in their hands.
On the sketch was a face seven parts similar in appearance to Yang Ming's, except that compared to Yang Ming, it possessed five parts more maturity and six parts more vicissitudes of life, making him look like a middle-aged man around fifty years old.
The two tattooed men exchanged a glance and communicated in low voices.
"That's right, he's the descendant of that organization's traitor. It wasn't in vain that we've pursued him for so many years."
"Should we report to the organization first?"
"Nonsense, I reported it up a long time ago. In probably a few more months, the news will reach the headquarters."
"Then should we wait for the organization to send personnel before making a move?"
"Traitors must all die! The descendants of traitors must also die! He's just a little punk who only recently awakened his martial soul, what is there to be afraid of!"
The two tattooed men reached a consensus, each rented a fast horse, and hung far behind the carriage, watching for an opportunity to strike.
Yang Ming still did not know that while he sat in the carriage, disaster had arrived from the heavens.
At this moment, he was happily hearing the system voice ring in his ear.
Ding!
"Congratulations to the host for speaking a classic line of Xiao Yan from Battle Through the Heavens, obtaining one lottery chance. Two lottery chances have now been accumulated. Will you start the lottery roulette?"
"Yes!"
Within Yang Ming's retina, the virtual roulette appeared once more, with a purple base, golden borders, magnificent and grand.
Yang Ming rubbed his hands stealthily. There was trepidation in his heart, but even more excitement, guessing what kind of treasure he would draw from Flame Emperor.
However, when the roulette pointer stopped on the item column, Yang Ming was dumbfounded.
One pair of Xiao Yan's worn-unwashed pants.
"Pfft!"
Yang Ming almost spat blood. He had actually forgotten that this big shot possessed a myriad of items, and as a result, he had a bout of bad luck this time and wasn't blessed with good fortune, actually drawing this sort of thing!
If it were Xun Er's worn-unwashed pants, I might actually like it.
Ah, bah, I am not that kind of person!
Wasting a lottery chance, Yang Ming guessed in his heart that perhaps it was because this first lottery chance was the one left over from the movie The Big Shot's lines last time, which was why his luck was so terrible.
Yang Ming tried one more time, using up his last lottery chance.
The pointer spun ceaselessly, dazzling the eyes.
Just as Yang Ming could no longer wait, the pointer's speed slowed down and finally stopped on the item column once again.
Fortunately, this time there were no more bizarre mishaps, and what he obtained was an extremely good item.
At this moment, Grandmaster felt that this young fellow Yang Ming was too full of youthful vigor and arrogance, brushed past him without paying him any attention, and was popularizing some knowledge regarding soul beasts and soul rings to Tang San.
"The longer a soul beast's cultivation time, the stronger its strength, and the better the effect of the soul ring it produces."
"The differences in soul rings produced by different levels of soul beasts lie primarily in the attribute addition to the spirit master themselves, as well as the abilities of the skill. If we are to view it from a quantified perspective, obtaining a Ten-Year Soul Ring with matching attributes will increase the martial soul's ability by ten. If it is a Century Soul Ring, the ability can be increased by a hundred."
"Because of this, given a choice, all spirit masters will try their utmost to pursue even more powerful martial souls."
The road leading out of the city from Notting City was not very smooth, coupled with the carriage's poor shock-absorbing effect, the horse-drawn carriage swayed slightly.
Grandmaster paused slightly, glanced at Yang Ming who was listening carefully, and not knowing where he pulled a belt out from—it looked very pretty—intentionally presented it to Tang San right in front of Yang Ming.
"Little San, you have entered under my tutelage, and I don't have anything good to give you either. Just take this Soul Tool as a gift."
The belt was pitch-black throughout, with dark stripes upon it that were impossible to discern without looking closely. Inlaid evenly across the entire belt were twenty-four milky-white jade stones, each only the size of an adult's thumbprint, round in shape and warm in luster. At a glance, it was rare jade that could not be easily found.
"Teacher, this is much too precious." Tang San hesitated slightly.
Glancing sideways at the expression of surprise on Yang Ming's face, Grandmaster only assumed that Yang Ming was envious of Tang San's gains, a signature stiff smile appearing on his face as he seemed to show off and said magnanimously:
"Little San, just accept it. Consider it as your initiation reward."
"Thirty years ago, I obtained this Soul Tool and gained some insights after researching it for many years. Although it does not possess any offensive power, its storage capacity is peerless under heaven, and it can be considered a top-tier Soul Tool today. Each of these twenty-four jade stones can provide one cubic meter of storage space, making it convenient for you to store your personal items."
When he reached this point, Grandmaster turned his head to look at Yang Ming, his gaze burning.
The phrase "Heaven has made me talented, it is bound to be of use" that Yang Ming spoke last night had completely struck Grandmaster's heartstrings. Coupled with the fact that Yang Ming's talent was not the least bit inferior to Tang San's and even surpassed him, it kept Grandmaster constantly dwelling on it in his heart.
The words he deliberately spoke just now were actually half said for Yang Ming to hear, indicating that as long as Yang Ming had a change of heart and threw himself into his tutelage, he would not be stingy in the slightest.
Of course, Grandmaster was still very reserved.
The last time he was rejected by Yang Ming when inviting him to enter his sect, although Grandmaster took it lightly and even thought of recruiting him, he said nothing at all, just watched Yang Ming quietly, almost as if he had a line written across his face:
Are you impressed, do you want it?
However, seeing the surprised expression on Yang Ming's face just now, Grandmaster had clearly misinterpreted his meaning.
A ring appeared in the palm of Yang Ming's hand, and the expression on Grandmaster's face suddenly froze, his eyes widening abruptly from excessive shock.
This was a deep blue Nethersea Ring, a faint blue radiance flickering upon it, displaying the difference between this Nethersea Ring and ordinary low-tier storage rings.
Nethersea Ring.
This was one of the spoils of war harvested by Xiao Yan after slaying Han Feng, the master of the Black Alliance, in the Battle Through the Heavens world.
Storage rings, to put it plainly, were also what were called spatial rings.
Storage rings also had distinctions of high and low. High-tier storage rings were exceedingly rare, and could be said to be priceless and devoid of a market.
High-tier storage rings could have soul imprints set by their owners. In that case, even if someone else fortuitously obtained the storage ring, if they wanted to take the items inside, they had to exhaust every possible means to first erase the soul imprint. If they did so, the ring's owner would sense it. This function of nearly autonomous defense was unique to high-tier storage rings, and was also one of the greatest reasons for their skyrocketing value.
A primary-tier storage ring could store one cubic meter of items, whereas a high-tier storage ring held a hundred cubic meters!
"Yang Ming, is... is this a Soul Tool?"
Grandmaster's slightly trembling, shocked voice came over, pulling Yang Ming back from his deep thoughts into reality.
"Yes."
Yang Ming also knew that it was difficult for him to explain anything, so he simply let nature take its course.
Grandmaster stepped closer, looking at this beautiful ring, clicking his tongue in wonder:
"Yang Ming, what is the use of this ring?"
"It can store items." Yang Ming also knew that someone like Grandmaster, who resembled a scientific researcher-type talent, would definitely pursue the matter to the end. Without waiting for him to continue asking, he said, "Oh, right, its storage capacity is at least one hundred cubic meters."
"Hiss!"
Grandmaster and Tang San drew in a sharp breath of cold air.
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