Chapter 12 Heading to the Star Dou Great Forest

Ye Feng now wished he could rush up immediately and smash that disgusting face to pieces.

It's just a shame that my current abilities aren't enough.

Just you wait! When I leave Nottingham City in the future, I'll definitely find a chance to beat this clown to a pulp!

"Hmph! Let's see how much trouble you can cause without the academy's help!"

Yu Xiaogang was so angry he was trembling, and he uttered a harsh remark:

"Don't die in the Soul Hunter's Forest!"

After saying that, he stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

As soon as he left, Orlan and the others rushed in.

"That clown master! He's infuriating!"

Orland angrily cursed:

"Brother Feng, should we find a chance to beat him up?"

"Don't act impulsively!"

Ye Feng raised his hand to stop them:

"Although this guy is theoretically useless, he's still a level 29 Great Soul Master. If we fight him fair and square, we're no match for him."

"oh!"

Wang Sheng's eyes lit up and he chuckled:

"I understand what Brother Feng means!"

"What do you know?"

Ye Feng glanced at him.

"Everyone, get back to your training!"

Ye Feng's voice suddenly turned cold as he scanned the crowd.

"Don't let me graduate and you guys still be wasting your time in this college!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire dormitory fell silent. The boys, who had just been so excited, all wilted and lowered their heads, not daring to utter a sound.

Ye Feng looked at them and sighed inwardly.

They are still just children.

"Alright, everyone go and cultivate."

Ye Feng waved his hand, his tone softening slightly:

"The sooner we become Soul Masters, the sooner we can get rid of our work-study status. Don't forget why we came here."

"Yes, Brother Feng!"

Everyone responded in unison, dispersed, and returned to their own beds.

Looking at the dormitory where the atmosphere for cultivation had been restored, Ye Feng turned around and began to pack his meager belongings.

The college holiday officially begins tomorrow.

……

The next morning, before dawn.

Ye Feng stood at the entrance of Dormitory 7, carrying a small bundle on his back.

Orlan, Wang Sheng, and others insisted on seeing him off.

"Brother Feng, are you sure you don't want us to come with you? More people means more support!"

Orland said in a muffled voice, his face full of worry.

The Soul Hunter Forest is no place to be trifled with.

"That's right, Brother Feng! We may not be of much help, but we can still run errands and keep watch!"

Wang Sheng also eagerly echoed this sentiment.

Ye Feng smiled and patted Orlan's sturdy shoulder.

"Alright, I appreciate your kindness, but the soul beast I'm looking for this time is a bit special, and having too many people would be inconvenient."

He paused, then looked at Wang Sheng.

"You brat, your War Tiger Martial Soul is more powerful than agile. Go back and practice the basics more, and stop trying to slack off."

"Hehe, got it, Brother Feng."

Wang Sheng scratched his head.

After a brief farewell, Ye Feng didn't linger and turned to walk towards the gates of Notting City.

Instead of heading straight out of the city, they turned into a quiet alley, at the end of which was an inconspicuous blacksmith shop.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

A dull, rhythmic tapping sound emanated from the shop.

Ye Feng pushed open the door and entered, a wave of heat mixed with coal ash and iron filings hit him.

A muscular, shirtless man was wielding a hammer, his bronze skin soaked with sweat.

"Old Wang, is the stuff ready?"

Ye Feng asked.

The burly man stopped what he was doing, wiped his sweat with the towel hanging around his neck, turned around and saw that it was Ye Feng, revealing a set of white teeth.

"You're pretty punctual, kid."

He put down the hammer, walked to the corner, picked up a heavy package from a pile of junk, and threw it over.

"It's all inside, made to your specifications. You get what you pay for."

Ye Feng caught the package and opened it to check.

Inside was a set of close-fitting black leather armor, both flexible and sturdy.

A longbow, about half the height of a person, with its blade polished to an impeccable smoothness.

A jar contains ten fine steel arrows, each with a three-edged arrowhead, gleaming with a bloodthirsty coldness.

In addition, there was a sharp dagger and some tools for wilderness survival.

These expenses depleted all of his savings from the past year.

Ye Feng stroked the cold arrow, a thought flashing through his mind.

poison.

Would it be more effective against spirit beasts if the arrow were coated with a potent poison?

The power of an arrow might only cause minor superficial injuries to a hundred-year-old soul beast.

But if you add toxins, the damage is completely different.

However, upon further reflection, he immediately dismissed the idea.

The target he wanted to hunt was a pure light-attribute soul beast.

With the attribute of light, it naturally possesses a strong ability to purify and resist most negative statuses and toxins.

Ordinary poisons, let alone causing harm, would probably be completely purified by the luminous soul power on the surface of the soul beast as soon as they come into contact with it, and would have no effect at all.

Unless it is an extremely rare poison that can erode the energy itself.

But such things are hard to find, not just in Nottingham, but throughout the entire province of Fasnor.

It seems that we still have to rely on hard power.

"Thanks, Lao Wang."

Ye Feng carefully put the package on his back.

Be careful on the road.

Old Wang the blacksmith picked up his hammer again and gave a word of advice without turning his head.

"Um."

Ye Feng responded and turned to leave the blacksmith shop.

He pulled out a yellowed map from his pocket. He had begged and pleaded with the academy to give him this, and it detailed the route from Notting City to the Star Dou Great Forest.

After determining the direction, Ye Feng took a deep breath and strode towards the city gates.

Starry Sky Forest, here I come!

……

The journey was much longer and more arduous than I had imagined.

To save time, Ye Feng traveled almost day and night, working tirelessly.

During the day they traveled, and at night they would find a secluded place to meditate and restore their soul power. When they were hungry, they would eat a few bites of dry food, and when they were thirsty, they would drink mountain spring water.

After traveling for more than half a month, when they finally arrived at the last supply town marked on the map, covered in dust, they had lost weight, but their eyes were even brighter and more spirited.

I found a roadside tea stall, sat down, and let out a long sigh of relief.

We've finally arrived.

The tea stall was small, with only a few tables, where some Soul Masters and merchants who also traveled to and from the forest sat.

Just as Ye Feng picked up his teacup, he heard the chatter of several burly men at the next table.

"Tsk tsk, have you heard? Yesterday, the Star Dou Great Forest went berserk for some reason. All the soul beasts inside went berserk, and many soul masters who went in died inside before they could get out."

A man with a scarred face lowered his voice, his face showing lingering fear.

"That's not all! I heard from the brothers who came back that none of the people who entered the outer perimeter of the Star Dou Great Forest during yesterday's riot came back alive!"

Another one-eyed man chimed in, taking a large gulp of cheap ale:

"Look at them! Which of those teams that specialize in hunting soul beasts dares to go in today? They're all cowering in the town like cowards!"