The morning after Mo Chen made his decision, he woke earlier than usual.
He did not rush into training first.
Instead, he sat by the desk, opened his diary, and wrote the most important line of the day.
Soul ring hunt preparation begins.
Then he stared at the words for a moment.This was no longer just about getting stronger.If he wanted to enter the spirit hunting forest, he needed the proper procedure. And he knew something very important already.He could not simply walk up to a teacher and say he wanted to hunt a spirit beast.if he wanted a strong spirit beast.he need to choose carefully.if he wanted to survive.
He knew the school arrangement would limit him.
A teacher would probably choose something safe, low-level,10 years old, and suitable for a beginner.
But Mo Chen did not want the easiest option.He wanted the right one.
So after breakfast, he made a calm excuse to his mother.
"Mom," he said while tying his school bag, "I might stay out a little later today. The teacher asked us to do some extra field study for spirit beast
knowledge."
His mother looked up from the breakfast table.
"Extra field study?"
"Yes." He nodded naturally. "It may take some time. I might return late."
She frowned slightly, but not in suspicion. Just concern.
"You should be careful. Don't run around too much."
"I know."
He did not tell her the truth.
Not because he wanted to deceive her forever.
Only because she would worry too much if she knew he was preparing for a spirit hunt.
And he was still too small to make her understand how serious this matter was.
After she left for the shop, Mo Chen's expression became a little more serious.
Today, he would begin the real process.
Notting Academy was already lively by the time Mo Chen arrived.
Students gathered in small groups, talking, laughing, and arguing about nothing important. But Mo Chen did not waste time on the noise. He walked directly to the instructor's office with steady steps.
He had already thought it through.
If he wanted to hunt a spirit beast later, he needed the school's official arrangement first.
Because without the school's permission, the process would be much harder.
And if he asked properly, the academy could help him enter the spirit hunting forest through the proper channel.
He knocked on the door.
"Come in."
Instructor Li looked up from his desk.
"Mo Chen? What is it?"
Mo Chen stood straight.
"Teacher, I want to request time off for spirit ring preparation."
The room became quiet.
Instructor Li studied him carefully.
"A soul ring hunt?" he asked. "You're still very young."
"I know." Mo Chen kept his tone calm. "But I've already reached level 10.I want to prepare properly."
The instructor folded his hands.
"Do you understand what you're asking? A spirit ring hunt is dangerous. The academy cannot let students go recklessly."
Mo Chen had expected this.
That was why he answered without hesitation.
"I understand. That is exactly why I came here first. I do not want to enter the forest without permission. I know there is a formal school arrangement forthis."
Instructor Li leaned back slightly.
"You've done your homework."
Mo Chen nodded.
"I also know that only spirit masters who have obtained a warrant issued by Spirit Hall can enter the Spirit Hunting Forest."
The instructor's eyes narrowed a little, but not in anger. In approval."That is correct."
Mo Chen continued.
"I do not want to waste time hunting an unsuitable beast. If I go with the academy alone, I may be limited to a low-level target. I want to prepare for the right spirit beast based on my martial soul and future development."
The teacher was silent for a while.
Mo Chen did not add unnecessary words.
He only waited.
After a long moment, Instructor Li spoke again. "You're more mature than most children your age."
Mo Chen gave a small bow.
"I just don't want to waste my chance."
The teacher nodded slowly.
"Very well. The academy can help you with the paperwork for Spirit Hall. But you still need approval. And you'll need to prove you are ready."
Mo Chen understood immediately.
This meant the school would assist, but not decide everything for him.
That was fine.
It was exactly what he wanted.
"The academy can arrange a meeting with a Spirit Hall representative," Instructor Li said. "If your condition is acceptable, they will issue the warrant."
Mo Chen remembered that line clearly.
A warrant was required.
No warrant, no spirit hunting forest.
No matter how much one wanted to go.
He lowered his head respectfully.
"Thank you, teacher."
Instructor Li waved him off.
"Go on. Don't cause trouble. And if you plan to leave the school for some days, inform your class teacher properly."
"I will."
Mo Chen stepped out of the office with steady breaths.
The first step was complete.
Now he needed money.And a few more things besides.
Mo Chen did not go straight home.
Instead, he took a detour through the market.
The streets of Notting City were already busy.
Vendors shouted from both sides.Fresh vegetables.
Simple cloth.Meat buns.Small tools.
Dried herbs. The air carried a mixture of spice, wood smoke, and dust.
Mo Chen walked through the market carefully, stopping at a few herb stalls to inspect what was available.
He was not looking for rare treasures.
Just practical materials.Simple herbs that could be used for recovery, soothing pain, or strengthening the body.His pharmacy knowledge from his previous life was finally useful here.
He bought a small amount of several common herbs at low cost.
Nothing expensive.
Nothing flashy.
But enough to make something useful.
Back at home, he shut himself in his room and began working quietly.
First, he washed the herbs.
Then he dried them.
Then he ground the softer ones into powder and boiled the others into a mild liquid extract.
His goal was not to create a miracle medicine.
Only a practical healing syrup.
Something easy to swallow.
Something that could help with fatigue and minor body weakness during the journey.
He added one herb carefully, then another.
He stirred slowly.
The smell filled the room.
Warm.
Mildly bitter.
But clean.
After that, he prepared a simple paste.
He mixed boiled herb extract with crushed plant fiber and a little sticky resin to make a bandage paste that could be spread over cloth or applied to
cuts.
It was not magic.
But it was useful.
Very useful.
He tested a tiny amount on a cloth strip and nodded in satisfaction.
"Good enough."
Then he labeled the jars in plain handwriting.
Healing syrup. Herbal paste.
He did not plan to sell them at a high price.
He only wanted to recover the money he had spent and leave himself with a few emergency supplies.
The next morning, he took a small bundle and went to the market again.
A few buyers glanced at the products with interest.
"Medicine?"
"Just simple recovery syrup," Mo Chen said calmly. "Good for fatigue and minor injuries. The paste can be used on small wounds."
A middle-aged woman inspected the jar and sniffed the smell carefully.
"This is homemade?"
"Yes."
"Does it work?""It works enough for daily use."
The woman hesitated, then bought one jar.
Then another person came.
Then another.
Not because it was famous.
Because it was cheap, practical, and clearly made with care.
Mo Chen stood beside the stall quietly, collecting the money and making mental notes.
The market had its own rules.
Good products did not always need loud advertising.
Sometimes they only needed trust.
By the end of the morning, he had sold most of the herbal syrup and paste.
Not a fortune.
But enough.
Enough for travel expenses.
Enough for the first stage of hunting preparation.
Enough to make his mother think he had been spending time on school work and market errands, not spirit beast hunting.
That evening, when he returned home, he carried a small bag of money and a calm expression.
His mother looked at him while preparing dinner.
"You were out all day again?"
"Yes." He nodded. "I helped with a few small market things. And I studied some field notes."
She smiled faintly.
"That is good. At least you are not wasting time." Mo Chen lowered his eyes slightly.
He did not feel guilty.Not exactly.
He was simply choosing what to reveal and what to keep hidden for now.
The hunt was still ahead.
And the true preparation had only just begun.