Douluo Continent: My Path to Godhood Through Stat Allocation

Chapter 21 Soul Hunting Forest, Obtaining Soul Rings

Two days later, as dawn broke and the sky was about to brighten.

At the entrance of the college.

Three carriages bearing the Nottingham College logo were parked here.

The group consisted of fourteen students who needed to acquire soul rings, three accompanying teachers, and the academy dean, who possessed the cultivation level of a Soul Master—a total of eighteen people.

"Everyone, remember to report your martial soul and corresponding soul ring requirements to the teacher while you're on the bus. I'm asking you to know this beforehand, so I won't go into details here."

The requirement is that powerful spirit beasts will only help hunt ten-year spirit beasts, while weak spirit beasts can be hunted for a hundred years.

"Get in the car!" the dean commanded forcefully, waving his hand.

Everyone followed the instructions and filed onto the bus.

None of the fourteen people were wealthy, so naturally none of them chose to hire someone to help hunt soul beasts.

Fang Ling had been keeping twenty gold soul coins hidden away, enough to acquire his first soul ring.

But he knew the market rate, and that was enough for a ten-year soul ring.

A hundred-year soul ring corresponds to at least a hundred gold soul coins, greatly increasing the probability of accidents.

Only a powerful Soul Master would dare to take on this kind of job.

Since I have neither money nor a reliable team, it would be better to follow the academy and have a Soul Master lead me on a Soul Hunt.

The carriage sped along at high speed.

Three carriages, three teachers, one teacher assigned to each carriage.

The dean sat in the carriage at the very front.

Fang Ling was also in this carriage, and he was carrying an extra shovel on his back.

With the dean present, it was naturally him who asked the question personally.

He took out a pen and used clips to hold a piece of paper to the wooden board in preparation for taking notes.

"Come on, tell me what kind of martial soul it is and what type of enhancement it needs."

"Luwen, your weapon spirit is scissors; you need to enhance your attack power."

"Minghui, your Beast Soul, Mountain Drill Rat, also needs to have its attack power increased."

"Fang Liangyue, whose food-type weapon spirit is radish, also needs something that can enhance her attack power."

"Fang Ling, your weapon spirit scythe requires a hundred-year-old spirit beast, the Star-Nose Mole."

The previous ones all required increasing attack power, and the dean quickly noted them down.

When it was Fang Ling's turn, he suddenly stopped, and then asked while writing:

"Such a clear choice of spirit beast? You have a scythe spirit beast, are you sure you don't want to increase your attack power?"

"The star-nosed mole is quite weak; it's practically defenseless with claws, and its reaction amplification isn't very high either."

Fang Ling said firmly, "I don't care about attack power, I'm definitely choosing the Star-Nosed Mole."

"Dean, such a weak soul beast can be allowed to grow for a hundred years, right?"

The next sentence was spoken with a slightly tense tone.

The dean saw the shovel in his hand, smiled slightly, and nodded, saying:

"Yes, you can find them in the Soul Hunting Forest. There are quite a few soul beasts there, and they're not hard to find."

Then he turned and put the pen and notebook away.

"Recording complete. Everyone get some rest. It's 400 li away, and we won't arrive until noon tomorrow."

"Get your spirits up and prepare to receive your first spirit ring!"

Everyone agreed, and Fang Ling's eyes were also full of anticipation.

I'm about to officially embark on the path of a Soul Master.

After three years of hard work and diligent practice, he finally achieved the same level of skill as Tang San when he first arrived at the academy.

Hopefully, this first spirit ring will truly bring him the appropriate bonus to his specialization.

……

After a brief rest during the journey, the three carriages arrived at their destination, the Soul Hunter Forest, at noon the next day.

The carriage slowly came to a stop outside a bustling market.

The shouts rose and fell, the paths crisscrossed, and the scene was incredibly lively, making one's blood boil.

This was a sight that none of them had ever seen in the academy.

Even Fang Ling poked his head out, looking on curiously.

Unlike the bustling market of my previous life, the people here had more ferocious faces and an indescribable aura of menace.

They led their men off the field and parked the carriage in a place guarded by designated personnel.

The dean took the list of soul beast requirements from the other two teachers.

After a quick glance, finding nothing amiss, he led his men directly toward the entrance to the Soul Hunter Forest.

He also teaches many students about the precautions to take here.

"The people here are all outlaws, and the things sold in those shops are very expensive."

"That's why I told you to bring everything."

"And it's not just the Soul Hunter Forest, but also the same is true near large soul beast settlements like Sunset Forest and Star Dou Great Forest."

His words stirred up some unpleasant memories. He smiled, shook his head, and continued:

"See those Soul Hunter groups?"

"We saw it," everyone responded.

The dean's voice was slightly deep: "Ten gold soul coins for a ten-year soul ring, at least a hundred for a hundred years."

"It also depends on the type of soul beast you need, and the costs or personnel losses along the way."

"If you run into a shady dealer, they might try to extort you up to a thousand gold soul coins, and they might even try to murder you for your money."

"If you're going to hunt souls in the future, you need to find a reputable team, preferably with a family member or a teacher from the academy leading you, understand?"

"Got it!" Everyone tensed.

After walking for a while, we arrived at the outside of a huge steel fence that was over ten meters high.

The dean led them to the entrance of the Soul Hunter Forest and showed the warrant to the captain of the guards at the gate.

The academy's special Soul Hunter's token, along with such a large group of young, inexperienced Soul Master students, is a sure sign of success.

The captain immediately ordered the soldiers to make way.

The group went straight inside.

The interior of the forest is much quieter than the outside world.

The air was fresh, making one feel as if their soul power was becoming active, and their body felt refreshed.

"The Soul Beast Forest is a dangerous place. You must never overstep the teachers' protection, understand?"

The three teachers who came with the team were all Great Soul Masters in their prime.

Two men and one woman, all three have the potential to break through to the Soul Venerable level, which is something that Yu Xiaogang, the farting king, can't compare to.

Similarly, combat strength is also a factor.

However, with so many people, it's impossible to manage them all.

Therefore, even slightly stronger soul beasts can only have ten-year soul rings.

The group moved forward slowly.

Perhaps it was to protect him, the weak and crippled boy, that made Fang Ling, who was even smaller and only in the third grade, walk in the very center.

Fang Ling was puzzled, but smiled and thanked everyone, indicating that what they thought was correct.

He doesn't need to prove anything.

My only purpose in this trip is to obtain a soul ring; I don't want any unexpected complications.

Being able to be protected is of course the best thing.

If a soul beast were to kill a junior soul master on the outskirts, he could only watch the situation unfold with tears in his eyes.

If you can beat them, help them get revenge and kill them to earn points; if you can't, run away.

However, in these captive forests where the longest lifespan is no more than a thousand years and the vast majority of soul beasts are only ten or a hundred years old, the possibility of a Soul Master leading a team is very low.

After walking for a while, the dean narrowed his eyes, made a quick assessment, and suddenly signaled everyone to stop.

He gazed at the tree trunk and said softly, "A seventy-year-old lynx, skilled in agility and attack. Who wants it?"

The Mountain Rat Soul Master's martial soul truly lived up to its rat name; quick-witted and agile, it stepped forward before others, raising its hand high:

"I want!"

"good!"

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