Lin Chen entered the depths of the Soul Hunting Forest, avoiding the crowded outskirts and heading straight into the dense woods where no one ventured.
With his current cultivation and strength, dealing with ordinary soul beasts was effortless. Without expending much energy, he successfully killed several medium-sized wild soul beasts.
He processed his prey methodically, stripping off several intact, thick soul beast pelts, filling a large container with fresh, rich soul beast blood, and carefully preserving two complete soul beast carcasses.
These were the key tools he would use to retrieve the treasures without a trace and muddle his scent today.
With all his supplies ready, Lin Chen swiftly left the Soul Hunting Forest. He deliberately avoided every main road and populated village, choosing only deserted, weed-choked trails as he raced ahead. Keeping himself concealed throughout and leaving no trace of his passage, he sped toward the Back Hill of Holy Soul Village.
He raced like the wind, and before long, the rolling mountains of Holy Soul Village's Back Hill came into view.
Lin Chen slowed, drew in the soul power around his body, and suppressed his aura. He carefully threaded through the mountain forest until he finally reached the distinctive cliffside waterfall he remembered.
The roar of rushing water was deafening. An enormous waterfall poured down from a towering cliff, crashing into the pool below and sending mist billowing across the sky. Hazy moisture shrouded the entire valley. The force of the torrent was so powerful that an ordinary soul master could hardly approach the waterfall's center.
Lin Chen focused his gaze, peering through the thick mist to pinpoint the spot behind the waterfall.
Taking a deep breath, he circulated his soul power to protect his entire body. Bracing against the savage, pounding torrent, he steadied himself one step