Chương 13: Yu Xiaogang was dumbfounded again; there were just too many secrets.

Tang San understood the meaning behind Yu Xiaogang's words and glanced at Su Chen somewhat awkwardly.

Su Chen leaned against the carriage wall, his eyes half-closed, seemingly unresponsive to Yu Xiaogang's words.

Tang San hesitated for a moment, then whispered to Su Chen, "Su Chen, you didn't bring anything. How about... I put some in my storage belt for you? My storage space isn't big, but I can squeeze in your luggage... But it seems you didn't bring any luggage?"

He looked at Su Chen's empty hands, somewhat puzzled.

Su Chen opened his eyes, glanced at him, and said indifferently, "No need."

Tang San, thinking Su Chen was just being polite, quickly said, "Don't be so polite with me. We're from the same hometown, helping each other is only right. This belt my teacher gave me is quite spacious; it'll easily hold all your luggage. What did you bring? Clothes? Dry food? Bedding?"

"I didn't bring anything," Su Chen said.

Tang San opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Yu Xiaoshan chimed in, "Yes, Su Chen, Tang San is just being kind, so don't refuse. It's not shameful to not have a storage soul tool; many soul masters don't have one."

"You're only six years old. You can save up and buy one later. The general store in Notting City sells those small storage bags, the one-cubic-meter kind, for only a few hundred gold soul coins..."

"You're already a Soul Master, a few decades of saving up will be enough."

The corners of Su Chen's mouth rose slightly.

He slowly raised his left hand.

On the middle finger of his left hand, an antique ring gleamed faintly with metallic luster in the morning light.

Su Chen gently stroked the ring, and a subtle fluctuation of soul power spread out.

Tang San's eyes widened: "This... this is..."

"A storage soul tool." Su Chen said calmly, "Ring style. Internal space: one hundred cubic meters."

The carriage fell silent.

Tang San's mouth gaped open in an "O" shape, his eyes widened like copper bells, and the belt in his hand, which had just made him ecstatic, suddenly didn't smell so good anymore.

"One... one hundred cubic meters?!" Tang San's voice trembled.

"That's more than four times the size of Grandmaster's belt?!"

Yu Xiaogang's expression instantly became incredibly interesting.

He stared at the antique ring in Su Chen's hand, his pupils contracting slightly and his lips trembling slightly.

As a master who has studied martial spirit theory for twenty years, he understands better than Tang San what a 100-cubic-meter storage ring means.

The manufacturing process of storage soul tools is extremely complex, and the larger the space, the more valuable they are.

A belt that measures one cubic meter is already considered a rare item; most Soul Masters couldn't afford it even after saving for several years.

This belt is made of twenty-four gemstones.

Anything over ten cubic meters is a rare treasure, and only the wealthiest and most powerful people are worthy of owning it.

And one hundred cubic meters— That's something from legend.

It is said that there are no more than ten such storage soul tools on the entire continent.

Pope Bibi Dong of the Spirit Hall has one, the emperors of the two great empires each have one, and some reclusive old monsters may also have a few.

How could a six-year-old work-study student have one?

"This is impossible!" Yu Xiaogang blurted out, his voice trembling slightly.

"A storage ring with a capacity of one hundred cubic meters?! Where... where did you get it?"

Su Chen looked at him and said calmly, "It's a secret."

It's a secret again.

Yu Xiaogang felt a tightness in his chest.

Yesterday I asked about the millennium soul ring, and he said it was a secret. Today I asked about the storage ring, and he still said it was a secret.

How many secrets is this child hiding?

Just then, a familiar mechanical voice rang in Su Chen's mind: [Ding! Detected that the story characters Yu Xiaogang and Tang San are simultaneously shocked. Shock level: Extremely shocked.] [Reward: One million Gold Soul Coins. Already stored in system space, available for withdrawal at any time.] [Note: Gold Soul Coins are the universal currency of Douluo Continent and can be used in any human city.] One million gold soul coins.

This is enough to cover all of Su Chen's expenses for the rest of his life.

Su Chen was satisfied, but his expression remained calm. He looked at Yu Xiaogang and said in a flat tone, "Master, you just said that some people don't even have storage soul tools and can only sleep on the grass. Were you talking about me?"

Yu Xiaogang's face stiffened, and his lips twitched a few times.

"I... I didn't mean that..."

He stammered, his gaze darting away, avoiding Su Chen's eyes.

Su Chen nodded: "Oh, then I misunderstood."

Then he turned to look out the window and stopped talking.

The carriage fell silent again, with only the crunching sound of the wheels rolling over the road.

Yu Xiaogang was so embarrassed he wanted to disappear into a crack in the ground. He was sitting in the middle, with Tang San on his left and Su Chen on his right, but he felt like he was being squeezed between two mountains, unable to breathe.

Tang San, standing to the side, was trying so hard not to laugh that his face turned red.

He lowered his head, pretending to examine the storage belt in his hand, but his shoulders were shaking.

Yu Xiaogang glared at Tang San, who quickly stopped smiling and sat up straight.

The carriage continued its journey, heading towards the Soul Hunter Forest.

After a few days, The morning sunlight filters through the layers of tree canopy, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor.

The three entered the Soul Hunter Forest.

Yu Xiaogang straightened his wrinkled gray robe.

"Before we set off, I'll give you a lesson."

Tang San immediately stood up straight and looked at him seriously.

Su Chen leaned against a large tree, expressionless.

Yu Xiaogang cleared his throat, waved his hands in front of him, and shouted in a low voice, "Come out, Luo Sanpao!"

Soul energy fluctuations reverberated in the air, and a strange creature appeared out of thin air—its body resembled a dog, but its head was abnormally large, its mouth protruded forward, two fangs were exposed, and its body was covered with short, light purple fur.

As soon as it appeared, it made a "woofing" sound and rubbed against Yu Xiaogang's feet, wagging its tail like a windmill.

When Tang San first saw Yu Xiaogang's martial soul, his eyes widened with curiosity: "Master, is this your martial soul?"

"That's right." Yu Xiaogang's tone carried a hint of melancholy.

"Luo Sanpao, a mutated martial soul. Although its attack power isn't strong, its sense of smell is extremely keen, which can help us detect the tracks of soul beasts ahead. With it, we can avoid danger in advance."

Luo Sanpao seemed to understand that its owner was praising it, and it raised its head and barked twice.

Su Chen glanced at Luo Sanpao, silently comparing the top-tier martial soul knowledge that the system had instilled in him.

Luo Sanpao is indeed a mutated martial soul, but Yu Xiaogang's soul ring combination is too poor - two hundred-year soul rings, which completely fail to bring out the potential of this mutated martial soul.

If he were to receive a suitable thousand-year or ten-thousand-year soul ring, Luo Sanpao could at least evolve to a higher level.

However, he didn't say it.

Even if I told him, Yu Xiaogang wouldn't believe me; I'd only get a barrage of "What do you know?" rebuttals.

There are no useless Soul Masters, only useless Martial Souls. This saying is absolutely true.