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Since he didn't know the way, Xuan Ming could only walk along the main road. He would occasionally meet people on the road, but he didn't dare to talk to them.
Because he is now half a refugee.
Douluo Continent is in a feudal era that combines Chinese and Western cultures. Civilians cannot leave their place of residence at will. If they want to go out, they must obtain permission and a pass from the manager of the place of residence, otherwise they will be considered an illegal resident.
Illegal residents have no human rights and can easily be regarded as fugitives, or even become slaves at any time.
Only soul masters with noble status can freely enter and exit various cities with soul master notes proving their identity.
He did not have a soul master's notebook to prove his identity, nor did he have a soul ring. He was not even a soul master.
If it is noticed by someone with ulterior motives, it can easily cause unnecessary trouble.
So along the way, although he walked along the road, as long as he noticed someone coming in front of him, he would hide, just in case.
Therefore, his top priority now is...
Xuan Ming paused.
Yeah, where should he go now?
Spirit Hall? To be honest, he didn't dare to go there now, after all, he had just been sold.
Two thousand gold soul coins is a huge sum of money for most people and low-level soul masters! Not to mention his true value, which is at least more than 100,000 gold soul coins!
How many people can resist such a huge sum of money? The profession of soul master is indeed the most noble in Douluo Continent, but there are still classes in the world of soul masters.
High-level soul masters look down on low-level soul masters, and soul masters from large sects look down on soul masters from small sects.
Not to mention that he is not even a soul master now, but just a soul warrior who has not obtained a soul ring.
Even if he is very talented, so what?
Perhaps reporting a talented person like him can earn some praise from the superiors, but can that little praise really compare to the real 100,000 gold soul coins? 100,000 gold soul coins, just need to attack a little soul master like him, who is not even a soul master, with super low risk and super high returns. How many people can resist such temptation?
He is not a paranoid person, it's just that he has seen and experienced too much darkness, both in his previous life and in this life.
Not to mention that he had just been betrayed by the Spirit Hall patrol deacon who helped him awaken his spirit. He would not dare to take the risk again.
"Soul ring..." Xuan Ming looked towards the forest in the distance.
The village where he lived was located at the border between the Xingluo Empire and the Tiandou Empire, not far from the Xingdou Great Forest. The village's superior was the City of Olai. As it was the border between the two empires, conflicts would break out from time to time, so the city was very small and there wasn't even a junior soul master academy.
The carriage traveled on the mountain road for three days, and he drove back for another two days. If nothing unexpected happened, that place should be the Xingdou Great Forest.
However, he still faces many difficulties in obtaining the spirit ring.
First of all, he didn't know how to practice, what was the so-called meditation, how to think about it? He had tried to close his eyes and empty his mind these past two days, but it was useless.
Secondly, how to absorb soul rings?
No one taught him, and he didn't even know how to add spirit rings to his martial spirit.
Also, what kind of spirit ring should he absorb? How old should he absorb the spirit ring? How could he know how old the spirit beast in front of him was?
He doesn't understand anything!
Moreover, places where soul beasts roam are extremely dangerous. Although he had managed to kill the seriously injured great soul master with one white and one yellow low-end soul ring by sneak attack, he was not a killer in his previous life, and he couldn't even fight.
Soul beasts are different from ordinary wild beasts. They often possess some special abilities. If you rashly step into the soul beast's territory without knowing anything about these things, you are seeking death.
Thinking about his current situation, Xuan Ming slowed down his pace.
His top priority now is to find a guide for himself. He doesn't need to trust someone, but at least someone who will not sell him out in the short term and can teach him the basic skills of a soul master.
Even Yu Xiaogang can do it...
"stop!"
A light shout suddenly sounded, carrying with it a huge pressure that directly froze Xuan Ming in place.
Death!
It seemed that the Black Dragon Martial Spirit brought him a strong intuition. He could sense the approach of danger. He dared to take a gamble and attack the low-health Great Spirit Master because he sensed that the guy was extremely weak and he had a great chance of winning.
But now, the being that made this voice could easily crush him to death!
"I'm in the woods behind you to the left. Come here."
Xuan Ming took a deep breath, moved his feet with difficulty, and chose to do as he was told.
Facing an enemy with no chance of victory, he doesn't mind compromising.
You can only take revenge when you are alive, otherwise there is nothing left when you die.
With a heavy heart, Xuan Ming slowly stepped into the dense forest, "Where are you?"
"left."
The sound is getting closer.
Xuan Ming followed the direction of the sound and walked about twenty to thirty meters deeper into the dense forest.
Pushing aside the dense bushes, an old man with a thin figure, dark green hair and beard, a pair of eyes like emeralds, and a stiff face appeared before his eyes.
The old man sat cross-legged against a large rock. He looked in very bad condition, as if he was seriously injured.
"Come here." The old man looked at Xuan Ming expressionlessly.
Xuan Ming walked over slowly and stood about two meters away from the old man.
"Do you know medicine?" the old man asked.
Xuan Ming shook his head, "I don't understand."
His medical skills are limited to taking medicine according to the doctor's instructions and instructions.
"It's good that you don't understand." The old man took off a brocade bag from his waist.
"come over."
Xuan Ming hesitated for a moment, then took a few steps forward and came in front of the old man.
"Don't move!" the old man shouted softly, with murderous intent in his eyes.
Xuan Ming's body stiffened and he stopped where he was.
"What do you have under your clothes?" the old man asked.
Xuan Ming took a deep breath and slowly pulled open the large cloak he was wearing, revealing the two black dragons on his back. "This is my martial spirit."
"Martial soul?" The old man narrowed his eyes and looked at the two dragons that seemed to be one with the person in front of him.
"Martial Soul Mutation?"
"Yeah." Xuan Ming nodded.
The old man paused, then raised his right hand holding the brocade bag again, motioning Xuan Ming to come over and take it.
Xuan Ming did as he was told.
But the moment he touched the brocade bag, a cold, green little snake scurried over and wrapped itself around his wrist.
"This is Nine-Section Jade, the best among the Bamboo Leaf Green Jade. If you are poisoned by it, you will turn into pus and die in a moment." said the old man.
"There is medicine in the sachet. Take it out. You do what I say."
"Make one wrong move and you'll die!"
Xuan Ming looked at the small green snake on his wrist in silence.
Nine-section jade, and this ghostly look, Dugu Bo?
He just escaped from the human traffickers, and in the blink of an eye he met the old poisoner again.
His bad luck never ends, does it?