Douluo: Me! Huo Yuhao, Holy Son of Wuhun Palace.

Along the town road.

Huo Yuhao exchanged the subsidy for copper soul coins and bought a few steamed buns and a pancake.

He found a step and sat in the corner, eating to satisfy his hunger.

He had learned about the subsidy support policy of Wuhun Palace in Shrek Academy's history class. The main fund pool was actually supplied by the two empires, and Wuhun Palace was just gaining fame.

Of course, there is another point of view. The nobles of the two empires are corrupt, and they cannot spend money to subsidize civilian soul masters for no reason. It is obviously the product of high-level games, differentiated interests, and compromises. Spending money to increase the reputation of Wuhun Palace, the two The head of a great empire is not a fool.

Although the Wuhun Palace was an evil villain force thousands of years ago, its early foreshadowing and policies were indeed designed to benefit civilian soul masters, opening up a path to promotion and generous remuneration. This is why so many soul masters are willing to loyal to Wuhun. One of the reasons for the Soul Palace.

Why is Wuhundian labeled as an evil villain?

Huo Yuhao is no longer the stupid young man he was before. He knows very well that history is written by the victors. The Spring and Autumn style of writing avoids the important and takes the light, and he understands everything.

Recorded history may not be the truth.

If you want to explore the truth, you have to dig deep and see it yourself, instead of listening to what others "say".

This is the Douluo Continent ten thousand years ago, so he has not met Brother Tianmeng, Senior Brother and Sister Xiaoya.

No one knows about Shrek Academy because it hasn't risen yet.

The White Tiger Duke's Mansion, which he hated, was still the Xingluo royal family at this time.

And he was just an alien wandering alone.

After eating and drinking, Huo Yuhao stood up and looked at the bustling streets.

His thinking is very clear now.

Help Yi Lao find the elixir that nourishes his soul.

In today's era, there is no 100,000-year-old fairy grass guarding the Ice and Fire Eyes, which greatly increases their possibility of picking the fairy grass.

The only thing that needs to be confirmed now is whether those immortal grasses have been picked by Tang San.

If it was taken away by Tang San, he would go to Shrek Academy to snatch it away. Even if the other party was secretly protected by Haotian Douluo, Yi Lao's methods would naturally be able to achieve it without anyone noticing.

If not, he would need to count the time and go to the Ice and Fire Eye to pick it.

Now, he needed to determine the timeline and exactly how old Tang San was in the current era.

He was unable to arrive at Shrek Academy immediately to confirm, but he could confirm it from the side.

"Hello, when was the last continent-wide senior soul master competition?" Huo Yuhao asked with a humble smile on his face.

"About three years ago, how come?" The passerby was a little surprised.

Ordinary residents are naturally somewhat impressed by a mainland-level event like this that is held every five years.

"Which team won the championship that time?" Huo Yuhao asked.

"It seems to be the Xingluo Royal Family Team," the passerby replied.

Huo Yuhao:? ? ?

Shouldn't it be the Wuhun Palace?

"Okay, thank you." Huo Yuhao politely thanked him.

After watching the passers-by leave, he held his chin in thought.

Shrek Academy is unknown, which means they have not yet won the championship.

The Senior Soul Master Competition is held every five years, and there are still about two years until the next one.

Tang San seemed to be participating in the Senior Spirit Master Competition at the age of fourteen.

The competition time was pushed forward to the year before last, when Tang San went to the Ice and Fire Eyes.

For now, the two eyes of ice and fire are still the domain of [Poison Douluo Dugu Bo].

"Two years..." Huo Yuhao shook his hands.

His current situation:

Martial Spirit: Spirit Eyes

Age: eleven years old

Soul power: Level 10

Innate soul power: Level 1

This difference is indeed not a small one.

Brother Tianmeng should still be sleeping in the Far North right now, so it's naturally impossible for him to come over and open the soul ring for him. It's not like he can't live without the million-year soul ring.

The spirit-eyed martial soul belongs to the spiritual system, and the most suitable soul beast is naturally the spiritual system.

There are very few soul beasts of this type, so it is very difficult to find a suitable one.

The shackles of innate soul power are destined to not be lifted by simple time.

Yi Lao needs to obtain the elixir that nourishes his soul in time.

The first stop of this trip - [Sunset Forest·Eye of Ice and Fire].

"Yilao, are you still there?" Huo Yuhao asked in his mind.

"Yeah." A weak voice echoed in his mind.

"We are going to a place now, where the immortal grass that nourishes the soul grows, but there is a certain danger." Huo Yuhao said seriously.

"I can take action up to three times, and I will passively fall into a deep sleep..."

"That's enough." Huo Yuhao's eyes were firm.

Back to topic.

How should he get to Sunset Forest?

It’s impossible to walk, right?

The subsidy given by Wuhun Palace is only enough for one month's food, and occasionally some meat is added.

He needs money, enough money, so that he can reach Sunset Forest as soon as possible.

Huo Yuhao pondered for a moment on the street corner, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he immediately started to explore the city.

……

Blacksmith shop.

The middle-aged strong man struck iron "dang, dang, dang" with a black hammer, sparks flying.

He raised his head and glanced at the commoner boy standing outside the stall.

"Young man, do you want to customize a weapon?"

"We need some hundred-forged refined iron," Huo Yuhao said.

"Huh?" The blacksmith's raised hammer stopped and slowly came down. He raised his head and looked at the handsome young man in cloth in front of him with clear eyes.

"Hey, are you kidding me?" the blacksmith grinned.

"Now it can be forged up to thirteen times. This is already the finest iron block."

"A hundred-forged fine iron can be used to create magic weapons. I am afraid that only those three magic craftsmen can do it in the mainland today."

I can.

Huo Yuhao said silently in his heart.

"I can help you achieve [Twenty Forged Fine Iron]." Huo Yuhao said seriously.

"Are you kidding me? It's just you?" The blacksmith looked up and down at his slender body.

"It's a guide. Exerting force requires skills. There are slight differences in people's control of their own muscles and posture maintenance, so perfect strength and control cannot be achieved." Huo Yuhao said.

The blacksmith then became a little more serious, "Are you a soul master?"

"Well, Wuhun is." Huo Yuhao raised his finger and pointed at the corner of his eyes.

"I can see details that you can't."

"If you don't believe me, you can give it a try. You won't lose anything anyway," Huo Yuhao said.

The blacksmith was hesitant and followed Huo Yuhao's instructions to adjust his striking posture, control of the fire, and mastery of strength.

In the end, the blacksmith actually created twenty-forged fine iron.

Looking at the snowflake-like steel pattern, he was shocked.

"You, what do you want?" The blacksmith looked at Huo Yuhao.

Huo Yuhao searched among his iron materials and found that they had no spirituality and were not suitable for forging soul guides.

"How about giving me three pieces of twenty forged fine iron?" Huo Yuhao said.

The blacksmith was about to say something.

"Xiangbi, you don't want other blacksmiths to have such skills, right?" Huo Yuhao said with a smile.

"Okay, I promise you." The blacksmith said as he promised, "But you have to..."

"Don't worry, I'm not that free." Huo Yuhao smiled.

then.

Huo Yuhao didn't spend a penny, but got three twenty pieces of forged fine iron for free.

"What do you want this iron for?" asked the blacksmith.

"Let me lend you the iron furnace tools." Huo Yuhao took the twenty-pound hammer from the blacksmith's hand.