With his target soul beast identified, Wu Tong moved swiftly into action. Gold—that was the first necessity. Wealth could buy mercenary soul
With his target soul beast identified, Wu Tong moved swiftly into action.
Gold—that was the first necessity.
Wealth could buy mercenary soul masters for protection, information brokers for intelligence, and silence where needed. Fortunately, his past-life memories held blueprints for quick profit: soap extraction, snack recipes, porcelain firing—any could mint fortunes in this underdeveloped world.
Next: locating the Heart-Eyed Golden Fox.
The Soul Hunting Forest's outskirts hosted specialized intelligence rings. Though not rare, tracking the fox would still take time—time Wu Tong would use to craft weapons.
Guns.
Few men could resist their allure, and Wu Tong was no exception. In his past life, he'd devoured firearm manufacturing videos between anime binges. Now, those half-remembered tutorials crystallized into perfect recall.
Even a crude pistol could pierce a fourth-ring Soul Ancestor's defenses. And Wu Tong planned far deadlier designs.
With the Soul Hunting Forest's beasts capped at millennial levels (thanks to Spirit Hall purges), firearms were more for deterring rogue hunting teams than slaying beasts.
Dawn's first light found Wu Tong slipping from bed, his leave permit tucked securely in his uniform.
Unseen by him, another boy stirred—Tang San, future God-King of the Tang Family Continent, heir to dual divine thrones.
"Tch. Waking early won't cure ignorance." Tang San watched Wu Tong's retreating back with disdain. After Master Yu's explanation of "useless" body souls, he'd dismissed Wu Tong entirely. No matter your talent, a flawed martial soul dooms you.
Wu Tong remained oblivious to the scorn.
The city bustled awake as Wu Tong:
Traded recipes to a thriving restaurant for a heavy purse of gold.
Hired vendors, taught them street food techniques, commissioned mobile stalls, and established a self-sustaining income stream.
Visited smithies, delivering precision schematics for firearm components with a strict deadline.
Commissioned intelligence agents to track the Heart-Eyed Golden Fox's whereabouts.
By evening, his tasks were complete.
Wu Tong walked back beneath a crimson sky, the dying sun gilding his features. Passersby whispered—maidens blushed, stealing glances at the boy who seemed carved from legend.
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