Douluo: No one but me can become a god.

Carrying these things for a few miles is no problem, but we're going to the Soul Hunting Forest, which is 400 miles away, so walking is definitely not an option.

So Yu Xiaogang rented another carriage and rode to the Soul Hunter Forest.

"We are now heading to the Soul Hunting Forest, which is 400 miles away. There are soul beasts raised by the empire there. Of course, they are mostly low-level soul beasts that are ten or a hundred years old, and there are also a few thousand-year-old ones. We need a warrant issued by the Spirit Hall to enter."

Immediately afterwards, Yu Xiaogang took out a token.

"Teacher, what is this?" Tang San looked over in confusion.

"This is a token issued by the Spirit Hall, and mine is a third-class token, which I can hold for life," Yu Xiaogang explained.

Sikong Zheng also looked at the brand token, which had six patterns on it. Upon closer inspection, he noticed that three of the patterns were lit up.

"The six patterns represent six powerful people, and also six powerful martial spirits. The three lit patterns are a hammer, a sword, and a dragon," Yu Xiaogang said, a complex emotion welling up as he looked at the dragon.

The Clear Sky Hammer, the Seven Kill Sword, and the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex—these should be the three martial souls. Among the martial souls of the three upper sects, the Clear Sky Hammer is even known as the number one weapon martial soul in the world. Tsk tsk, Sikong Zheng curled his lips.

"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. You'll find out later, Xiao San. Here, take this." Yu Xiaogang took out a black belt with dark dragon patterns and twenty-four milky white jade stones.

Holy crap, they've already started giving gifts so soon. To be honest, I'm a little envious; having a storage belt would be really convenient.

"This is a soul tool. The twenty-four jade stones on it represent twenty-four cubic spaces. Having this will make things much more convenient. Let me teach you how to use it," Yu Xiaogang said to Tang San.

Watching Yu Xiaogang and Tang San use the storage belts, Sikong Zheng shed tears of envy.

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On the second day at noon, we finally arrived at the Soul Hunter Forest. Outside the forest, there were a large number of houses, like a market, filled with all kinds of shouts.

"Group up to hunt soul beasts, reward ten gold soul coins..."

"Looking for a support Soul Master, preferably a food-type. Ten gold Soul Coins..."

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"Alright, let's enter the forest first! Once inside, don't leave my side for even a moment."

"Okay, teacher."

Yu Xiaogang clasped his hands together in front of his chest, then separated them downwards. "Come out, Luo Sanpao."

"Damn, it looks just like a pig!" Sikong Zheng thought to himself.

As Yu Xiaogang channeled his soul power, a creature resembling a pig suddenly appeared beside him.

Its fur is light purple all over, its two small ears droop, and its big, deep blue eyes blink gently.

The obese body twitched, its plump buttocks swaying from side to side. Its four short, thick legs made it hard to imagine how slowly it moved.

"This is my martial soul, but it is a negatively mutated one, and my innate soul power is only half a level, which means I can never break through level 30."

Yu Xiaogang's eyes immediately fell into despair.

"We'll talk as we go. Sanpao will scout ahead," Yu Xiaogang ordered.

I encountered a 10-year-old variegated cat on the road, but it wasn't a good match for me, so I ignored it.

"Look, this is a ten-year-old Lone Bamboo. It is no more than ten meters long, so it is ten years old. Lone Bamboo is very tough and suitable for you. If you can't find a suitable Soul Beast, you can choose it."

Yu Xiaogang pointed at Guzhu and said.

Suddenly, Tang San thought of an important question, "Teacher, how do we determine the age of a soul beast?"

"You can tell by the color of the soul power released by the soul beast! This should be common knowledge in the soul master world," Sikong Zheng interjected.

Basic knowledge like this can be learned with just a little inquiry; Sikong Zheng learned it from experienced Soul Masters.

"Sikong Zheng is right. The age of a soul beast can be judged by the color of the soul power it uses. A ten-year-old soul beast is white, a hundred-year-old soul beast is yellow, a thousand-year-old soul beast is purple, a ten-thousand-year-old soul beast is black, and a hundred-thousand-year-old soul beast is red."

Yu Xiaogang nodded approvingly at Sikong Zheng.

He then added, "This is just one method; you can also distinguish them by their body length."

"The limit for obtaining the first spirit ring is 423 years. We need to find a spirit beast that is as close to this limit as possible, which will greatly benefit your strength."

Yu Xiaogang said earnestly.

Having searched for half a day without finding a suitable soul beast, and with darkness falling, Yu Xiaogang chose a low-lying area to camp and would continue his search the next day.

It seems the Mandragora Snake will be coming tonight. This is Tang San's first spirit ring. Sigh, I wonder where my first spirit ring is. Sikong Zheng muttered to himself.

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"Luo Luo." The voice of the mutated martial soul Luo Sanpao suddenly rang out, and Sikong Zheng was immediately awakened.

"The Nether Wolves are just a bunch of ten-year-old soul beasts. Three cannons."

Yu Xiaogang waved his hand, and a yellow, hundred-year soul ring was placed on Luo Sanpao's body. With a low shout,

"His farts are like thunder, deafening and earth-shattering."

At the same time, Yu Xiaogang handed over two face masks.

Sikong Zheng quickly put it on; if he were to be suffocated by Luo Sanpao's stinky farts, he would really be in trouble.

Luo Sanpao's round body suddenly sprang up, astonishingly climbing to a height of five meters. His body turned in the air, and a thunderous roar erupted instantly.

Several ghost wolves were blasted away.

"Sanpao's ability is to fart, and it can only be used three times, so it needs white radish to supplement it."

Yu Xiaogang sighed and helplessly tossed out a few white radishes.

Luo Sanpao then eagerly nudged the white radish.

"Is this even allowed?" Tang San wanted to laugh, but seeing the bitterness in his teacher's eyes, he dared not laugh out loud.

He could imagine how embarrassing it would be for a Soul Master to possess a Martial Soul that uses farting as its attack method.

The master was proud, so how could he feel good about it?

When Sikong Zheng saw this scene, he thought, "Wow, even though I already knew, I still can't help but laugh."

"Help! I'm about to burst out laughing!" Sikong Zheng covered his mouth tightly.

"It has to be said that Yu Xiaogang's martial soul is truly a unique phenomenon in the world of soul masters."

Sikong Zheng shook his head, not daring to say it aloud.

"Luo Luo, Luo Luo..." Luo Sanpao shouted urgently again.

"Hmm," Sikong Zheng immediately became alert. If he wasn't mistaken, the Datura snake must have arrived! Was it there? Following the direction Luo Sanpao was looking, a dark green snake head rose up from the grass.

"Run! It's a Datura snake!" Yu Xiaogang exclaimed in surprise, chanting a spell as he spoke.

"A fart like thunder, a thunderous roar that shakes the heavens and the earth," a thunderous fart boomed at the datura snake.

The three figures immediately fled into the distance, while the datura snake, sent flying by the loud fart, leaped up and chased after them in a rage.

"Farts are like smoke, hypnotizing and putting Luo Sanpao to sleep."

A yellow, century-old soul ring was placed on Luo Sanpao's body, and a wisp of brownish-yellow smoke floated in the air. At this point, Luo Sanpao had used up all three of his attack methods.

Luo Sanpao followed his master in a panic.

The yellow smoke was instantly broken through, and the datura snake bit tightly from behind.

As the Mandragora Serpent drew ever closer behind him, even knowing it would eventually die, the sheer power of the soul beast still caused him a moment of panic. He immediately suggested to the master:

"Master, have Luo Sanpao block it for a moment, then immediately withdraw. Don't let Luo Sanpao get bitten by the Datura snake."

Sikong Zheng made this suggestion because he was afraid that Luo Sanpao would be bitten. Since the martial soul and the host are one, if Luo Sanpao is bitten, it means that Yu Xiaogang will be bitten.

Sikong Zheng wasn't concerned about Yu Xiaogang; his main concern was that Yu Xiaogang might get injured, which would delay his acquisition of the soul ring. That was the most important thing.

"Alright, Sanpao, go and block it."

At the master's command, Luo Sanpao's chubby body flipped over and rushed towards the Mandala Snake. Just as the Mandala Snake turned its head to bite Luo Sanpao, Yu Xiaogang recalled Luo Sanpao, and a purple light merged into Yu Xiaogang's body.

The datura snake relentlessly pursued them. Seeing this, Tang San took out a white radish and used it as a hidden weapon to strike the datura snake.

Phew, you finally made your move, Tang San. Looking at Tang San's hidden weapon, the white radish, Sikong Zheng felt a little relieved. This datura snake was still a bit scary!