After easily dealing with the four people, Qian Yu began searching for a suitable soul beast in the Soul Hunting Forest.
However, almost all the soul beasts in the Soul Hunting Forest were domesticated, so there weren't many powerful ones. Nevertheless, finding a thousand-year-old soul beast shouldn't be too difficult.
Qian Yu had high standards for himself; after all, he had become a god nine times over. To become a god in this life, his first soul ring needed to be at least a thousand years old.
Moreover, the closer to ten thousand years, the better.
Therefore, Qian Yu began searching in the Soul Hunting Forest.
Just then, Qian Yu sensed many soul beasts eyeing him.
He turned around and saw several Netherworld Wolves appearing beside him.
They couldn't sense Qian Yu's aura, even though they were soul beasts. Seeing that Qian Yu was just a child, they wanted to eat him for a meal.
Instantly, over a dozen Nether Wolves charged forward.
Qian Yu's gaze turned icy, and he released his aura.
*Sizzle, sizzle—*
A series of loud bangs echoed.
From the ground, countless spikes of earth rose up, piercing through the Nether Wolves.
This was Qian Yu's Martial Soul, Rare Earth.
Rare Earth was an earth elemental Martial Soul, which Qian Yu could use to condense into various shapes.
It could be condensed into a shield to block attacks, or into a sword to kill enemies.
It was somewhat similar to Qian Yu's Ice Martial Soul.
However, the difference was that the Ice Martial Soul was more powerful in water, while the Rare Earth Martial Soul was more advantageous in earth. •]••´º´•» 6➈𝕤ᕼ𝕌乂.ⓒ𝕆𝓜 «•´º´••[•
The dozen or so Nether Wolves were instantly killed by Qian Yu.
At this moment, the sky darkened.
Qian Yu casually found a spacious spot and decided to spend the night there.
He built a fire and took out a tent from his spatial ring.
Then he caught a Netherworld Wolf, cleaned it, and roasted it over the fire.
Although Qian Yu was already very strong, he still needed to eat to replenish his strength.
Although roasting meat at night would definitely attract many soul beasts, Qian Yu wasn't afraid. In fact, he wanted to lure those soul beasts so he could choose an even better one. As
for danger
, with his current strength, he could even fight a ten-thousand-year-old soul beast.
In this Soul Hunting Forest, there was probably no soul beast that could be his match.
Soon, the wolf cub's body began to glisten with oil.
A rich aroma wafted from the wolf.
Qian Yu also smelled the aroma and immediately took out salt, chili powder, and Sichuan peppercorn powder from his storage space. Finally, he sprinkled some cumin powder on top
, and instantly, the wolf cub became even more fragrant.
Just then, the surrounding spirit beasts smelled the aroma and gathered around Qian Yu.
Qian Yu ignored them and took out a bottle of wine he had treasured for hundreds of thousands of years from his storage space, beginning to drink.
Such delicious food, how could it be complete without fine wine?
The surrounding spirit beasts stared at Qian Yu menacingly.
But Qian Yu chose to ignore them and began to eat.
Suddenly.
A loud crash.
A hundred-year-old tiger pounced on Qian Yu.
However, Qian Yu didn't even glance at it.
The bone he had been gnawing on instantly shot out.
*Swoosh—
* A loud crash.
The tiger that had charged to kill Qian Yu was instantly pierced by the bone and died on the ground.
Seeing this, the surrounding spirit beasts began to show some fear.
Even though they weren't very intelligent, they didn't dare to act rashly after seeing Qian Yu so easily deal with a hundred-year-old soul beast.
Qian Yu ate roasted meat, drank some wine, and hummed a little tune.
He was very content.
Suddenly,
from behind Qian Yu, a four-hundred-year-old Netherwolf pounced.
The Netherwolf had red eyes and seemed to be seeking revenge.
"A hundred-year-old soul beast, sigh, too young, don't!"
Qian Yu said, but he didn't make any move. A wind blade flew out and instantly killed the Netherwolf.
At this moment, the soul beasts seemed to know that Qian Yu was not someone to be trifled with, and they all retreated.
However, some soul beasts were still oblivious to their own mortality and hid in the darkness, looking for an opportunity.
"Roar, roar, roar..." A series of urgent cries suddenly rang out.
Suddenly, silence fell. A faint rustling sound reached Qianyu's ears, and a subtle, slightly fishy odor wafted through the air, carrying a hint of sweetness and tea fragrance.
Qianyu focused his gaze and saw a snake appear in his field of vision.
A Mandragora Snake.
A four-hundred-year-old soul beast.
Qian Yu calmly looked at the little snake and sneered, "Little guy, are you here to eat me?"
As Qian Yu smiled calmly, the Mandragora Snake suddenly accelerated and lunged at him.
It was about to pounce, its mouth wide open, about to close.
Just then, Qian Yu's gaze turned cold.
The surroundings turned icy.
Countless water vapors condensed into ice spikes in the air, hovering and instantly piercing through.
*Sizzle, sizzle—*
A series of loud sounds.
Ice spikes pierced the Mandragora Snake's body.
*Hiss—*
The Mandragora Snake screamed instantly and immediately fled into the grass, disappearing.
Qian Yu didn't chase after it, because he had already struck the Mandragora Snake's vital point; it wouldn't live much longer.
Having repelled the Mandragora Snake, Qian Yu released his Begonia Martial Soul.
Instantly, the Begonia Martial Soul formed a circle of poisonous mist around Qian Yu, protecting him.
The poisonous fog was extremely potent; anyone touched by even a drop would die instantly.
He then went into the tent and began to sleep, completely unconcerned about any potential danger.
In the forest,
Tang San and his master appeared extremely disheveled.
The master's clothes were tattered and torn, suggesting a very fierce battle had taken place.
Tang San was slightly better, but he too was exhausted and needed rest.
"Damn it, I didn't expect that hundred-year-old soul beast to be so powerful," the master complained.
"It's alright, Master, let's rest first, and we'll look for a better soul beast tomorrow," Tang San quickly said.
At this moment, the master began to blame himself, saying, "I'm sorry, San, my strength is too weak; it's difficult to find you a good soul ring. How about this, tomorrow I'll see if there's a suitable ten-year soul ring and find one for you."
Tang San looked at the master; although he didn't say it aloud, he finally understood what Qian Yu had said earlier.
Having such a teacher, while theoretically helpful, was utterly useless when hunting soul beasts.
However, a teacher for a day is a father for life.
Even so, Tang San still wanted to support the master.
Tang San nodded and said, "Okay, I believe you, Master!"
"Hiss—"
Suddenly, a sound rang out, and a huge snake head emerged.
Grandmaster saw the enormous snake head and exclaimed in alarm, "Little San, no! That's a Mandragora Serpent! We're no match for it! Run!"
Grandmaster said, instantly turning to flee.
At that moment, Tang San suddenly noticed the snake was right in front of him, already on the verge of death.
"Master, this snake seems to be severely injured; it looks like it's about to die," Tang San said immediately.
Upon hearing this, Grandmaster stopped running and laughed loudly, "Excellent, Little San! You're incredibly lucky! Quickly kill this Mandragora Serpent; its spirit ring will be perfect for you!"
(End of Chapter)