The Soul Hunting Forest is a comprehensive Soul Ring hunting ground controlled by the Spirit Hall.
Outside the forest, a bustling scene unfolds. Large rows of houses rise and fall, scattered in a well-organized manner.
The streets are bustling with activity; shouts, calls, and haggling echo through the alleys.
Merchants enthusiastically display their goods to passing Soul Masters, offering everything from Soul Beast materials to various strange and wonderful Soul Guidance Devices.
Whether it's a thousand-year-old Soul Beast or a ten-year-old one, Soul Masters can find their perfect match here.
This forest is extremely safe, meticulously maintained by the Spirit Hall, making it an ideal place for low-level Soul Masters to acquire Soul Rings.
Here, Soul Masters can hunt for Soul Rings with peace of mind, without fear of being attacked by powerful Soul Beasts.
On a path in the center of the forest, two figures, one tall and one short, are moving swiftly.
They carefully avoid the fallen leaves and branches on the ground, so as not to make a sound that might alert the surrounding Soul Beasts.
Both of them were vigilantly observing their surroundings, ready to deal with any potential dangers.
Beside them stood a boy of about six years old, his eyes gleaming with a faint purple light—this boy was Tang San.
Just a few days ago, Tang San and the Great Master had met again, and, feeling a mutual respect, they immediately became sworn disciples.
However, Tang San seemed to be in a very bad mood.
His brows were furrowed, and a hint of melancholy lingered on his face.
He was filled with doubt and confusion, wondering why Xiao Wu in this life wasn't clinging to him as he had expected.
Although Tang San still used his extraordinary wisdom as a God King to become Xiao Wu's subordinate, their relationship was nowhere near as close as it had been in his previous life.
"Sigh, could it be that my rebirth caused some changes?"
Tang San sighed helplessly. Unable to figure it out for the moment, he stopped thinking about it.
After all, the most important thing right now was to quickly obtain his first spirit ring.
With his first spirit ring, he could advance to the next level as a spirit master, and then receive a monthly subsidy of one gold spirit coin from the Spirit Hall to improve his meals.
Lately, he'd been eating nothing but porridge, congee, and eggs in the work-study student cafeteria every day; Tang San felt his mouth was practically watering.
It was inedible!
He, Tang San, wanted to eat on the second floor of the cafeteria.
As for receiving the Spirit Hall subsidy, Tang San felt no burden whatsoever; after all, why not take free money?
Moreover, according to Grandmaster, the money distributed by the Spirit Hall came from the two great empires, so Tang San felt even less guilty.
What a joke! He was the future Blue Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire, the teacher of Emperor Xue Beng, and his good brother Dai Mubai was a prince of the Star Luo Empire. So, those gold spirit coins were essentially his own money.
What did it have to do with the Spirit Hall if Tang San received his own gold spirit coins?
As for the choice of his first spirit ring, Tang San had his own plan in this life.
He didn't intend to hunt the Mandragora Snake from his previous life, but rather a Ghost Vine.
The reason was simple: after being reborn, even without acquiring a spirit ring, Tang San could still use the Blue Silver Grass Entanglement.
Just three days ago, Tang San demonstrated his self-created spirit skill Entanglement to Grandmaster, who was immediately moved to tears.
At only six years old, and not even a Spirit Master, he had created a spirit skill with his own wisdom! What a terrifying thing!
What an astonishing talent! It was simply terrifying!
This means that after Tang San advances to the Title Douluo level, he will have a total of ten soul skills! That's one more than other soul masters.
Such a genius, and he's actually the disciple of Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang—what an honor!
Yu Xiaogang originally thought his disciple Tang San's talent was already terrifying, but he never expected his wisdom to be so terrifying as well!
With such a peerless genius as his disciple, Yu Xiaogang could die without regrets!
As for Tang San, after creating the Blue Silver Grass Entanglement skill, he wasn't arrogant or complacent.
After all, who was he?
He was the Tang God King! Even in the God Realm, where masters were numerous, his wisdom was among the best.
Although he was renowned in the God Realm for his powerful strength as the Asura God and Sea God, his wisdom was in no way inferior to his strength.
After all, in his previous life, Tang San had clearly heard several gods privately call him the Wise God King—this was the entire God Realm's recognition of his wisdom!
One can imagine how astonishing the wisdom he displayed in his daily life truly was!
Compared to the recognition of the entire God Realm, the small matter of creating his own Blue Silver Grass Entanglement seemed insignificant.
After all, Tang San's goal was the stars and the sea; why would he be complacent about such a trivial matter?
There were many Ghost Vines in the Soul Hunting Forest, and in no time, Tang San found a nine-hundred-year-old Bloodthorn.
In fact, with Tang San's current strength, absorbing a thousand-year-old spirit ring would be no problem, but he chose a nine-hundred-year-old one.
This was because Tang San clearly understood the principle that "the tallest tree in the forest catches the most wind."
If Tang San's first spirit ring were a thousand-year one, it would undoubtedly attract the attention of the Spirit Hall, which would be detrimental to his current growth and plans.
Therefore, he chose a nine-hundred-year spirit ring, which would both enhance his strength and allow him to maintain a low profile, avoiding premature exposure to the Spirit Hall.
The forty-fourth rule of the Tang Sect disciples is that before one becomes powerful, one must act submissively and patiently, and then retaliate with overwhelming force when one is strong enough.
Tang San was intimately familiar with these golden rules written in the Tang Sect's code.
However, the fact that he only chose a nine-hundred-year Bloodthorn already shocked Grandmaster:
"Little San, you wouldn't be choosing this nine-hundred-year Bloodthorn as your first spirit ring, would you?"
"Yes, Master, this nine-hundred-year spirit beast is my target for my first spirit ring."
Tang San's eyes gleamed with confidence.
"No, absolutely not!
You can't absorb this spirit beast at all. I've never heard of anyone being able to absorb a nine-hundred-year spirit ring as their first spirit ring.
You're simply being ridiculous!"
Grandmaster pointed at Tang San and said sternly.
"Teacher, listen to me! Since I dared to choose this nine-hundred-year-old spirit beast as my first spirit ring, I naturally have my reasons.
My mind is made up, you don't need to persuade me anymore!"
Tang San said, chest puffed out and head held high.
He originally thought he would receive praise from the Grandmaster, but to his surprise, Yu Xiaogang slapped him hard across the face.
This slap completely stunned Tang San.
This wasn't right.
Logically speaking, shouldn't he have received praise after saying those words with such confidence?
What did this slap mean?