From Douluo to Zhe Tian

"Want to fight?"

Qin Tian mind moved slightly, and he summoned the brick, looking down from above at Xiao Wu and said.

"Xiao Wu, Brother Gazi, you two—"

Tang San became anxious.

Qin Tian was a walking humanoid soul beast. He had already estimated that even if this guy was just an ordinary junior Soul Master, encountering him without using any soul skills would still be very dangerous.

Xiao Wu's Soft Skills were very powerful. Even if Tang San didn't go all out, just by her extremely strong combat skills, if she got close, he wouldn't be able to win.

But could Qin Tian be the same?

If he couldn't hold back, Xiao Wu slender little frame might be in serious trouble if anything went wrong.

"Alright, you're the big brother."

What Tang San didn't expect was that Xiao Wu actually backed down. It was truly an unbelievable scene. Even from their short interaction, Tang San could sense that this little girl was very competitive.

But how could he know? Xiao Wu wasn't actually human. Her danger perception was sharper than Tang San's.

Facing Qin Tian, Xiao Wu felt suffocated, like a rabbit encountering a hungry wolf.

"Very good. From now on, I declare, my name is Qin Tian. You all can just call me Brother Tian. As for the three words 'Brother Gazi', if I hear them again—"

Qin Tian walked to a large rock lying on the ground outside and smashed it with the brick.

Crack!

That large rock directly shattered into five pieces, showing just how powerful Qin Tian brick strike was.

Hiss...

A group of little brats all inhaled sharply in the cold air. If that brick landed on a person, how painful would it be?

Pain... maybe pain wasn't even the main point!

In fact, Qin Tian really did want to experience Xiao Wu Soft Skills.

He didn't expect Xiao Wu would back down, which truly surprised him.

Early the next morning, Qin Tian was woken up by his master Leighton loud voice.

It turned out that the Grandmaster was preparing to take Tang San to hunt for a soul ring. That place was an imperial soul beast reserve located in the Soul Hunting Forest, four hundred li northeast of Nuoding City.

To be honest, it had been way too long since he read Douluo Dalu, the book that got him into the fandom back then. Qin Tian could remember the general plot at best—don't expect him to know all the details clearly.

At this moment, Tang San had already woken up, just like always.

Qin Tian was naturally gifted—if someone recited scriptures near him while he was asleep, he'd just grow stronger.

Tang San still needed to cultivate the Purple Demon Eye and Mysterious Heaven Skill, habits he had developed since childhood.

However, something happened last night while sleeping that drove Qin Tian crazy.

That beast Tang San—he really did crave Qin Tian's body!

Xiao Wu was willing to share a blanket with him, yet he actually suggested sleeping in the same bed with Qin Tian, ignoring the cute little loli beside him.

In the end, in order to protect his chastity, Qin Tian resolutely refused. He even summoned the brick and threatened to go all out against Tang San, which finally made Tang San abandon his evil intentions.

He had truly misjudged this guy. This brat had been hugging and cuddling him since they were young, taking advantage of him while he was groggy—just thinking about it gave Qin Tian the chills.

Fortunately, he was only six years old. Fortunately, he woke up early.

Jokes aside, Qin Tian actually faintly noticed something.

Tang San, this kid, liked to sit close to him to cultivate, intentionally or not. Now he was stuck at a bottleneck in Mysterious Heaven Skill and couldn't break through.

Once he obtained a soul ring, Mysterious Heaven Skill could continue to level up. It's likely this kid would still find ways to get close to Qin Tian.

Maybe... it all stemmed from that chanting sound. Qin Tian speculated that it was related to his martial spirit—the bronze coffin.

The Grandmaster and Leighton were both Grand Soul Masters. Especially Leighton—this wasn't his first time taking students to hunt for soul rings. He was very experienced.

Everyone first went into the city to buy some bread, dried meat, and water.

Then they rented a spacious horse-drawn carriage that was large enough for the four of them to sit inside without feeling cramped.

On the way, the Grandmaster looked at Qin Tian with somewhat eager eyes, making him feel uncomfortable.

Apparently, the Grandmaster had learned from Leighton that Qin Tian was already a level 10 Soul Master. Even if his talent wasn't as great as Tang San's, it was still quite rare.

Of course, Tang San wouldn't reveal the fact that Qin Tian had two martial spirits.

He himself had been deduced by the Grandmaster, and he couldn't help it.

Since Qin Tian hadn't been exposed, he wouldn't speak recklessly either.

The Grandmaster had said that in the past hundred years, only three individuals on the entire continent had been born with twin martial spirits.

Moreover, Qin Tian's situation was even worse. That second martial spirit—the bronze coffin—was way too large. It simply couldn't be used flexibly.

On the way, the Grandmaster gave Tang San an intense crash course on soul master knowledge.

For example, in theory, the longer the age of the soul ring a soul master obtained, the better. Of course, the human body had its limits. At the beginning, giving someone a thousand-year soul ring could even make them explode and die.

The soul ring ages were divided into: ten-year soul beasts, hundred-year soul beasts, thousand-year soul beasts, ten-thousand-year soul beasts, and hundred-thousand-year soul beasts.

As for million-year ones—those were just legends, unseen and untouchable.

And the age of a soul ring corresponded to how long the soul beast lived. That is to say, the longer the beast lived, the stronger it became.

Soul ring colors, from lowest to highest, were: white, yellow, purple, black, and red. White was ten years, and red was a hundred thousand years.

Also, to obtain a soul ring, you had to kill the soul beast yourself. Soul beasts were proud creatures, often self-destructing. Your strikes needed to be accurate, quick, and deadly.

Once they arrived at the Soul Hunting Forest, everyone would act separately, since their hunting targets were different.

Here, different regions had different types of soul beasts.

Because Tang San martial spirit was Blue Silver Grass, which belonged to the plant type, the Grandmaster had already designed a route for him and set a general direction.

The focus would be on control-type. After all, Blue Silver Grass—what could you make it do? Cut the stars with a blade of grass?

Qin Tian, on the other hand, had a tool martial spirit. A brick-like weapon like his theoretically counted as a heavy weapon.

He could also go for a control type. The Grandmaster suggested he could choose soul skills like stun, knockback, gravity, and so on.

The Grandmaster suggestions were met with no objections from Leighton. He usually consulted the Grandmaster himself for his own cultivation.

Qin Tian listened seriously. As for the Grandmaster saying that it was best to choose a soul ring over 400 years old as the first one—this was based on Qin Tian strong physique and endurance.

But Qin Tian's goal wasn't that simple. He felt he could try absorbing a thousand-year soul ring.

However, thinking about his cheap teacher Leighton probably being unable to defeat a thousand-year soul beast—for the sake of his life, Qin Tian had to abandon that idea.

Whatever, he had twin martial spirits anyway. He would just reserve the ten-thousand-year soul rings for his second martial spirit in the future.

Thinking of this, Qin Tian couldn't help but laugh for no reason.

Then he noticed everyone looking at him with strange expressions, so he quickly pulled out a piece of dried meat and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing with a blank face.

The journey went smoothly. People often brought disciples, students, or family members here to hunt soul beasts and acquire soul rings.

Everyone understood the unspoken rules, and there were no conflicts. The entire Soul Hunting Forest was tightly regulated and surrounded, with soldiers guarding the checkpoints.

As planned, they split up, each heading in a different direction.

Qin Tian didn't feel regretful. The Grandmaster's combat power was garbage—even worse than Leighton's. He only had theoretical knowledge.

So, if Qin Tian wanted to get a good soul ring, he still had to cling to Leighton.

"Don't worry, teacher will definitely help you hunt a soul beast over 400 years old. Once we enter the Soul Hunting Forest, don't run around. Stick close to me. I'll show you the power of the Meizhunyuan (Lip-charming Ape)."

Leighton wasn't a first-timer here and spoke in a bold and casual tone.