After Yu Xiaogang's failed attempt, he turned to Ye Fan.
"Ye Fan, I was just kidding with you earlier."
"This belt was actually meant for you."
He put the Storage Belt back into Ye Fan's hands.
Ye Fan glanced at the Storage Belt with disdain. You can't use it, so you give it to me? Do you think I collect junk?
He casually tossed it to Tang San, like a dog collar, and put it directly on Tang San's head.
This thing, wouldn't give it to a dog.
Tang San didn't want it either, but a force from the shadows compelled him to accept the belt.
Tang San happily adjusted the belt, placing it around his waist.
"Since Ye Fan doesn't want it, I'll take it. I was just lacking a belt."
Even dogs wouldn't want it, but Tang San did.
Yu Xiaogang was also quite helpless. He had originally wanted to train Tang San's ability to use a Storage Belt, but now he couldn't. He couldn't possibly give his own storage ring to Tang San, could he? What would he use then?
Four hundred miles wasn't a long distance, but it wasn't short either.
It wasn't until noon the next day that they arrived at their destination: the Hunting Soul Forest.
Yu Xiaogang led the two of them through the supply point outside the forest and reached the entrance of the Hunting Soul Forest.
After checking their pass,
the three of them finally entered.
The air finally became very fresh, giving people a feeling of comfort.
"We're about to enter the forest. From now on, neither of you should leave my side."
Upon entering the Hunting Soul Forest, Yu Xiaogang suddenly shouted, "Come out, Luo San Pao!"
With a poof, a wisp of pale purple soul power emerged from the Master's palms. Tang San felt a fluctuation of soul power emanating from him, and suddenly, there was a creature in front of him.
That's right, it was a creature. It could only be described as a creature.
It looked like a dog, but its size was more like a pig.
It was over one and a half meters long, and its girth was probably about the same.
It had pale purple fur all over, with two small ears drooping down, and large, deep blue eyes blinking.
The plump body wiggled a bit, and its chubby rear end swayed from side to side. It was hard to imagine how slow its movements would be with its four short, stubby legs.
There was a bulge on top of its head, round and not unlike a tumor.
As soon as it appeared, it ran towards Yu Xiaogang, rubbing its tumor against his leg.
Two yellow hundred-year Soul Rings rose from Yu Xiaogang's feet.
"Xiao San, I haven't told you, this is my Martial Soul, I call him Luo San Pao."
"You can call him San Pao."
Ye Fan: "Hillbilly Cannon?"
"It's San Pao!"
Yu Xiaogang couldn't help but feel a bit forlorn when he mentioned Luo San Pao.
"This is a mutated Martial Soul,
"Luo San Pao makes a 'Ro-ro' sound and can only attack three times, so I named him Luo San Pao."
"San Pao, clear the way!"
The fat Luo San Pao wobbled its head and walked forward.
Although it was a bit chubby, its movements were still quite agile.
It sniffed the ground as it walked.
Ye Fan looked at Luo San Pao, observing it.
If Tang San also had one, the two of them would really be a perfect match.
Along the way, Yu Xiaogang continued to impart various knowledge to Tang San.
He took out a gorgeous short sword from his arms and handed it to Tang San.
"You can only absorb a Soul Ring dropped by a Soul Beast you've killed."
"When the time comes, you'll use it to kill the Soul Beast you need."
Soon, the three of them encountered their first Soul Beast – a ten-year-old Solitary Bamboo.
"Although this Soul Beast is suitable for you, its age is too low. It's not too late to choose it if there's no better option."
"According to my theory, the absorption limit for the first Soul Ring should be four hundred and thirty-two years. Your first Soul Ring should ideally be close to that."
Ye Fan was also considering which Soul Beast would be best for his first Soul Ring, and at the same time, which Martial Soul he should focus on.
Two books as Martial Souls, who would have thought?
Meanwhile, Yu Xiaogang was preparing to find Tang San a high-attack Soul Beast to enhance the Blue Silver Hammer's attack power.
A hammer naturally belongs to the strong attack type.
After searching for a long time, although many Soul Beasts that met the conditions appeared, Yu Xiaogang didn't rush to make a move, patiently continuing the search.
Yu Xiaogang looked up at the sky.
"It seems we'll be staying in the Hunting Soul Forest tonight. Let's find a place to camp first."
Yu Xiaogang finally chose a depression embraced by towering trees as their overnight spot.
The red light in the west quickly disappeared, and the sky was shrouded in black.
Looking carefully at the sky, one could see a few flickering points of light. After scattering some powder to repel insects and snakes on the periphery, Yu Xiaogang continued to talk about various common sense.
Ye Fan observed the surrounding environment. Although it was exactly the same as the original plot, he didn't dare to relax his vigilance in the slightest.
"Roar, roar." At this moment, the mutated Martial Soul, Roaring Three Cannon's, call suddenly rang out.
A Martial Soul and its host are one. Yu Xiaogang immediately became alert and sprang to his feet, looking in one direction.
At this time, the sky had completely darkened. Faintly, more than ten ghostly green light spots were approaching them.
"It's Ghost Wolves," Yu Xiaogang said in a low voice, but without a hint of panic. "A group of level ten little wolves dares to disturb me. Roaring Three Cannon."
"Fart like thunder, shake the heavens and split the earth, Roaring Three Cannon!"
Yu Xiaogang's first Soul Ring flashed, and Roaring Three Cannon inhaled deeply, turning its rear towards the six Ghost Wolves.
He quickly took out two thick masks.
He gave one to Tang San, "Put it on quickly."
He was going to wear the other himself.
He didn't take out a third one for Ye Fan.
He wanted Ye Fan to understand the severity of the situation. If he chose to become his disciple, then he would give him a mask the next time Luo San Pao farted.
But the next second,
Ye Fan agreed, and casually took the mask from Yu Xiaogang's other hand and put it on his face.
"Bang!"
A loud roar came, and six Ghost Wolves cried out in misery as they were sent flying. The rest were scared and scattered.
Following that, a huge cloud of yellow smoke spread outwards.
Yu Xiaogang's eyes widened, completely unprepared for this.
The horrifying stench burrowed its way into Yu Xiaogang's nostrils.
His face instantly became unsightly, and he began to cough violently.
"Cough, cough, cough…"
Even with Yu Xiaogang's many years of experience being subjected to foul smells, he almost fainted this time.
"Master, it's still you. You'd rather suffer the fumes yourself to give us the masks. You're truly selfless!"
Ye Fan, with good intentions, approached Yu Xiaogang and patted his back to help him breathe.
But with those words, Yu Xiaogang's coughing became even more violent,
"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough!"
I…
He failed to steal the chicken and lost the rice. Yu Xiaogang really wanted to curse Ye Fan's family right now.
(End of this chapter)