Chapter 110: Seizing by Force – External Soul Bone Eight Spider Lances, Get!
"Man-Faced Demon Spider?!"
Lin Qingmo's eyes instantly lit up.
He knew this scene all too well!
In the original story, Tang San encountered a Man-Faced Demon Spider around two thousand years old while chasing the Titan Giant Ape. After a fierce battle, he killed it using the Clear Sky Hammer and absorbed its soul ring.
It was here that Tang San surpassed the theoretical limit of 1,760 years for a third soul ring and forcefully absorbed a two-thousand-year soul ring.
Most importantly—
He accidentally obtained a cheat-level External Soul Bone: the Eight Spider Lances!
An external soul bone that accompanied him throughout the entire first part, ultimately evolving into a pseudo Ultra Divine Weapon: Sea God Eight Wings!
Offense and defense in one, laced with deadly poison, capable of enhancing attributes, and possessing high growth potential through devouring life force, soul power, toxins, and more.
This was one of Tang San's most important trump cards in the early stages!
"Master, wait for me!"
Lin Qingmo didn't bother explaining. His figure blurred as he dove downward like an arrow released from the bowstring!
Bibi Dong raised a brow but did not stop him, nor did she descend.
She simply watched from afar to see what her disciple intended to do.
Could it be—
He planned to kill Tang San?
Lin Qingmo landed steadily beside Tang San.
First, he glanced at the Man-Faced Demon Spider.
Its head and body had been smashed inward, thoroughly dead.
Residual violent soul power fluctuations lingered around the wounds.
Clearly, the handiwork of the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Method and the Clear Sky Hammer.
"Tsk tsk, you really didn't hold back."
Lin Qingmo muttered.
Then, without the slightest courtesy, he lifted his foot and kicked Tang San in the waist.
"Thud."
Tang San rolled over, now lying face down.
The back of his clothing had already been torn open in several places.
Through the tears, faint purple web-like patterns could be seen emerging along his spine!
The patterns were writhing slightly, like living things, slowly rooting themselves deeper into Tang San's flesh.
Like vines seeking a host.
"As expected!"
Lin Qingmo's eyes shone even brighter.
The External Soul Bone Eight Spider Lances was in the process of fusing!
According to the original storyline, this fusion required time.
And now—
It had only just begun.
Even if the fusion wasn't complete, it could still be forcibly removed.
There was still a chance!
"Heh, Tang San… Tang San…"
Lin Qingmo crouched down, revealing a "kind" smile.
"I'll gladly accept this cheat of yours."
Killing Tang San?
He wasn't certain whether the Asura God had left any contingency behind him.
But stealing his opportunity—
That was necessary.
He reached out toward Tang San.
"Come out for me!"
Lin Qingmo let out a low shout as both hands yanked fiercely.
"Rip—!"
The Eight Spider Lances were forcibly torn away.
"Mmph!"
Tang San's body convulsed violently, letting out an unconscious groan.
But he didn't wake.
His injuries were too severe, and exceeding the absorption limit had drained his soul power completely. The fact that he was still alive was already a miracle.
Something now rested in Lin Qingmo's hands.
It was a set of dark purple bone structures shaped like spider legs.
Their edges were sharp as blades, their surfaces flowing with a cold, sinister sheen.
Eight bone spikes, slightly curved, emitted a heart-palpitating chill.
Within them pulsed astonishing toxic attribute energy.
The External Soul Bone—Eight Spider Lances!
"Done."
Lin Qingmo dusted off his hands and weighed the Eight Spider Lances casually.
"Shame. Doesn't match my attributes."
He muttered and casually stored it in his storage soul tool.
Without sparing the unconscious Tang San another glance, he leapt into the air and returned to Bibi Dong's side.
Bibi Dong's gaze fell upon him.
Then shifted briefly to the unconscious Tang San below.
"Ah Qing, what did you just take from him?"
She asked, curiosity flickering in her violet eyes.
"Hehe, Master, I got something good."
Lin Qingmo proudly presented it again, taking out the Eight Spider Lances.
"External Soul Bone—Eight Spider Lances!"
"Produced by the Man-Faced Demon Spider. Offense and defense in one, carrying deadly poison. Top-tier quality."
He paused, then extended it toward her.
"Master, do you want it?"
Bibi Dong froze.
She looked into Lin Qingmo's clear eyes and saw his utterly sincere expression. "It's for you, no need to be polite."
Somewhere deep in her heart, something soft was gently stirred, ripples spreading outward.
"Ah Qing… do you know how precious an External Soul Bone is?"
She asked softly, a trace of rare warmth hidden in her voice.
"Of course."
Lin Qingmo nodded matter-of-factly.
"It's second only to a hundred-thousand-year soul ring and a hundred-thousand-year soul bone. You could search the entire continent and not find many."
"And yet you…"
"Because you're my Master."
He answered without hesitation.
"And my Blue Silver Grass follows the path of life and nature. This thing carries poison, so it doesn't suit me."
"Even if it did, if you needed it, I'd still give it to you."
He spoke seriously.
Without the slightest pretense.
Those blue eyes held nothing but pure trust and reliance.
In Bibi Dong's eyes, he looked like a fledgling gazing up at its mother.
She fell silent.
For a long moment, she simply looked at the boy before her, at that unguarded sincerity in his eyes.
Finally—
She reached out and gently ruffled his hair.
The motion was light, almost awkwardly tender.
"I don't need it."
Her usually cold voice softened faintly.
"Keep it for yourself."
"External Soul Bones are rare. Even if you can't use it now, it can serve as a trump card in the future… or be given to someone you cherish."
"Alright."
Lin Qingmo scratched his head and stored it away again.
He felt a small warmth in his chest.
His Master might appear cold most of the time—
But she truly treated him well.
"Then, Master, shall we go look for my soul ring now?"
"Mhm."
Bibi Dong nodded.
She cast one final glance at the unconscious Tang San below.
Her gaze was indifferent, like looking at a stone by the roadside.
Then she wrapped an arm around Lin Qingmo and shot into the sky once more, flying deeper into the forest.
As for Tang San?
Who cares?
Let him live or die on his own.
Lin Qingmo glanced back at the clearing.
Tang San remained curled up there, unmoving, like an abandoned doll.
'Don't blame me, Brother Tang,'
He murmured inwardly.
'Consider the Eight Spider Lances interest for all the trouble you gave me before. Besides, your protagonist's halo shines brightly enough.'
He felt no guilt whatsoever about taking it.
The wind swept across the clearing, scattering fallen leaves over Tang San's body.
He remained unconscious, unaware of everything that had happened.
Only the place on his back where the soul bone pattern had appeared—
Now bore nothing more than a shallow wound, slowly healing.
But some things—
Had already changed forever.
…
Bibi Dong carried Lin Qingmo further into the depths of the forest.
The wind howled past their ears; beneath them stretched an endless sea of trees.
Looking down, he occasionally glimpsed the fleeting figures of soul beasts below.
"Master, which direction are we heading? Do you have a target in mind?"
He couldn't help asking.
"Not yet."
Bibi Dong's calm voice drifted back.
"If we're searching for a soul beast suitable for you, we'll take our time."
"Your fourth soul ring cannot be chosen carelessly. We must find one worthy of you."
Lin Qingmo's heart warmed.
His Master truly worried endlessly for him.
End of Chapter