At that moment, the Man-Faced Demon Spider suddenly dropped from the sky, its eight spear-like legs stabbing straight down. Its grotesque human-like face and fanged mouth were horrifying.
"So you're the one waiting for me. Ice Dragon King's Right Arm Bone Skill — Ice Dragon Extreme Frost Slash!"
Ice and snow condensed into a massive greatsword. Once the giant blade formed, it fell instantly. Under the Ice Dragon's pressure, the enemy could not move at all. This attack was guaranteed to hit.
The Ice Dragon's oppressive aura immobilized the Man-Faced Demon Spider completely, leaving it unable to escape as the massive force descended.
A gigantic sword of ice formed in Lin Yuan's hand. He leapt from below, driving the blade straight through the spider's main eyes and deep into its body.
With a fierce pull, Lin Yuan ripped the sword out, spun around, and slashed again—instantly severing all eight spider legs.
Shrill cries of agony echoed through the forest.
Lin Yuan didn't stop. He continued his assault, stabbing out each of the spider's eight small eyes one by one. His final strike severed the spider's head entirely, and blood splattered across the ground.
Naturally, a ten-thousand-year spirit ring also appeared.
This spirit beast was clearly unsuitable for Li Panglong. The two were preparing to leave when they suddenly felt a violent fluctuation of spirit power from the spider's corpse.
Lin Yuan stepped aside to investigate and soon discovered a spirit bone.
A purple left arm spirit bone.
The bone was lined with many black markings, and eight tiny eye-like patterns flickered with a deep, eerie glow.
Holding the bone, Lin Yuan asked Li Panglong, "Do you want to absorb this spirit bone?"
"You'd better not give it to me. I hardly contributed. You should absorb it yourself."
Although Li Panglong spoke that way, Lin Yuan knew very well—anyone who laid eyes on such a spirit bone, especially a ten-thousand-year bone, would naturally desire it.
However, Li Panglong was a food-type spirit master. Alone, weak, and trapped in the dangerous Star Dou Forest, he wouldn't dare want or absorb such a bone.
"All right, then I'll take it first."
Who would willingly leave such a spirit bone to rot in the forest?
Even if it didn't suit him, he could bring it back to the sect and later award it to a worthy member.
The two resumed their journey, and not long after, they encountered a spirit beast perfectly suited for Li Panglong.
A ten-thousand-year Black Flame Turtle.
"This is a mysterious Black Flame Turtle. Judging from its size and head shape, it should be ten thousand years old, though its species can normally survive beyond that. It suits you very well. These turtles are known for extremely high defense and powerful attacks. A great match."
Lin Yuan immediately charged toward the turtle. Sensing danger, the turtle stomped the ground—instantly raising a stone wall formed of fire and earth between itself and Lin Yuan.
Lin Yuan smiled faintly.
"Sixth Spirit Skill — Mountain Qilin: Mountain Dragon Fist!"
He clenched his fists, paused, and then unleashed a barrage of punches. Countless fist shadows smashed into the wall simultaneously.
The earth wall collapsed instantly.
The Black Flame Turtle, extremely intelligent, took advantage of the broken wall. Its head strained upward as it spewed a volley of fireballs through the gaps, aiming directly at Lin Yuan.
Lin Yuan rolled his eyes. He still hadn't tested out that spirit bone skill.
"Mountain Dragon King Torso Bone Skill — Mountain Dragon Domain!"
An invincible defensive skill—one minute of complete invulnerability, movement allowed, able to block five non-divine level attacks without breaking.
Lin Yuan's body shone with a bronze-gold light. The fireballs struck him harmlessly.
He kicked off the ground, leaping high toward the Black Flame Turtle.
From above, he came down with a heavy punch to the turtle's head. Scalding white liquid burst from the impact.
"Ahhh—!"
Lin Yuan continued his assault.
Mountain Dragon Fist!This time targeting the turtle shell.
The shell was carved with deep lines, each filled with glowing molten magma.
Countless punches rained down. At first, the shell showed no reaction—
But gradually, cracks began to form.
A million-year-derived technique could not be withstood by an ordinary ten-thousand-year beast, regardless of its defense—time would eventually break it.
With one final strike, the shell completely shattered.
"Split!"
"Ahhhh—!!"
Momentum carried the punch through the broken shell, striking the soft flesh beneath. Blood gushed out.
"Whew…. Good thing you stopped there, or that'd be the end of it. Panglong, come absorb the spirit ring—I'll protect you."
Lin Yuan pulled out a dagger and handed it to Li Panglong. Li Panglong jogged over, dropped the dagger, and began absorbing the ring.
Time passed.
Eventually, Li Panglong finished absorbing the spirit ring and stood up.
"Let's head out before it gets dark," Lin Yuan said after Li Panglong cleaned himself up.
"Sounds good."
The two began running toward the forest's edge.
"Aren't you curious about my new spirit skill?" Li Panglong suddenly asked.
"Haha. Everyone has secrets. Same for me. Asking nonstop is boring. It's better to just wait and hear it naturally."
"That makes sense." After a pause, Li Panglong asked, "So… your sect. What's it like?"
"Nine Demon Pavilion? Pretty good. We have three titled Douluo in town—safe and solid."
Li Panglong clearly didn't believe him, smiling but saying nothing.
You don't believe me?
"You trying to fool a child? Three Titled Douluo? Even ghosts wouldn't believe that!"
"Heh. You haven't even seen it yet and already decided? Let's make a bet."
"Oh? What kind of bet?"
Lin Yuan had prepared this in advance. He knew Li Panglong loved gambling almost as much as cooking and eating.
In his previous life, Lin Yuan was a morally upright young man who upheld the core values of socialism, so he naturally disliked gambling.
Which is exactly why he used gambling to lure Li Panglong back to the Nine Demon Pavilion.
He must recruit this chef!
"If my sect really has three Titled Douluo, you'll serve as our sect's head chef for ten years. After ten years, you're free to stay or leave. How about it?"
Li Panglong hesitated, thinking carefully.
Just ten years. If Lin Yuan was telling the truth, then it was no loss. A sect with three Titled Douluo certainly wouldn't treat its disciples poorly in terms of resources.
"Fine. But what if your sect doesn't have any Titled Douluo? What then?"
Lin Yuan thought for a moment, then took out a spirit bone.
A three-year-old spirit bone—one of the thirteen original bones he obtained in the Dragon Burial Space, and the youngest of them all.
"This is a three-year spirit bone, and it suits you very well. If I'm lying, I'll give you this."
Li Panglong's eyes widened. A three-year-old spirit bone—carried so casually, freely offered. That meant this man—or his sect—had many spirit bones.
He had already seen enough during Lin Yuan's battles. Lin Yuan had multiple spirit bones, none of them low-aged.
Li Panglong naturally had no intention of killing anyone for a bone.
What a joke—asking a food-type spirit master to murder for spirit bones? Impossible!
He was beginning to believe Lin Yuan might be telling the truth… and the bet—
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