This battle lasted for less than half an incense stick's time. With a furious roar from Fu Qin, nine flying daggers pierced into the Man Faced Demon Spider's head core and the human face on its abdomen simultaneously, completely severing its life force.
"Boom!"
The Man Faced Demon Spider's massive body crashed to the ground. However, there was no joy on Fu Qin's face; instead, he showed a hint of heartache.
He looked down at the ground. The nine life-bound flying daggers were now covered in cracks, clearly completely destroyed and no longer usable.
"F*ck! The flying daggers I spent a fortune to forge were actually ruined by this beast."
Fu Qin sighed softly, but in the next second, his gaze was drawn to the two glows emerging beside the Man Faced Demon Spider's corpse.
A brilliant golden light and a deep black light intertwined, emitting heart-palpitating energy fluctuations.
Within the purple-black light, a palm-sized bone fragment floated; it was actually a thousand-year level torso bone!
It was covered in fine patterns and contained majestic power.
Within the black light, a bone fragment shaped like a spider's chelicerae emitted an eerie aura, its eight tiny bone whiskers wriggling slightly. This was exactly the external Spirit Bone, the Eight Spider Lances, that had greatly increased Tang San's strength in the original story.
Eight Spider Lances!
"Two bones at once? And it's even the external Spirit Bone, Eight Spider Lances?"
Fu Qin's pupils constricted, and a flash of joy appeared in his heart.
That's right.
Why hadn't he thought of it before?
If he used the Spirit Bones of Spirit Beasts to refine magic tools, then could he...
"Jie jie jie, I was too conservative after all. This way, I won't be short of materials!"
Fu Qin knew very well that Spirit Bones were treasures that were one in ten thousand in the Spirit Master's world.
And the magic tools he refined using Spirit Bones would be absolute treasures.
With the support of God-level Luck, he could guarantee a hundred percent drop rate for Spirit Bones.
Combined with his Alchemy Gloves Spirit, this was a completely profitable business with no overhead!
Without any hesitation, Fu Qin put away the two Spirit Bones and quickly sped toward an extremely hidden cave from his memory.
This cave was located on a cliff and was hidden by thick vines. Ordinary people could not find it at all, making it a fairly suitable place for quiet cultivation.
After entering the cave, Fu Qin directly buried the entrance with rubble.
Then, he took a deep breath and extended his hands.
His palms were instantly covered by a layer of silver-white spirit power, and the outline of gloves gradually appeared, covered with complex alchemy patterns. This was his Spirit.
Alchemy Gloves!
"Wa ga ga ga... Alchemy Gloves, activate!"
Fu Qin gave a low shout, placing the Eight Spider Lances and the thousand-year torso bone on the stone platform in front of him, while taking out a large amount of precious metal ores from his storage spirit tool.
Red Sun Copper, Black Iron Essence, Star Silver Sand.
These were all excellent alchemy materials.
The Alchemy Gloves emitted a soft silver-white light, enveloping the two Spirit Bones and various metal ores.
Fu Qin closed his eyes, and spirit power surged into the gloves like a tide, controlling the alchemy patterns to start operating.
What he wanted to do was not only absorb the power of the Spirit Bones to establish a connection with himself but also to fuse the Eight Spider Lances with these precious metals to refine a companion magic treasure that truly belonged to him and could evolve as his strength increased!
In the cave, the light grew brighter. Under the effect of the Alchemy Gloves, the metal ores gradually melted into boiling liquid metal, intertwining and fusing with the power of the Eight Spider Lances and the torso bone.
Fine beads of sweat broke out on Fu Qin's forehead, and his spirit power consumption was massive, but a fanatical light flickered in his eyes.
He knew very well that an unprecedented companion magic tool was about to be born in his hands!
...
The next morning.
A light mist lingered, enveloping the Star Dou Great Forest.
However, in the next moment, a sharp sound of breaking air suddenly exploded.
Fu Qin's fingertips moved slightly, and eight streaks of dark light shot out from the purple-black sword casket in his palm, flying like arrows from a bow toward a thousand-year Hell Civet peeking nearby.
Where the sword light passed, a faint black-purple poisonous mist appeared in the air. That Hell Civet was just a Spirit Beast that had recently entered the thousand-year realm; it didn't even have time to scream before its head and heart were pierced by the eight flying swords.
Its massive body crashed to the ground.
"Tsk, the power of the demon spider flying sword is indeed extraordinary. As expected of a magic tool forged from the Spirit Bone of a Man Faced Demon Spider."
Fu Qin walked forward slowly, his fingertips brushing across the Hell Civet's skull. He injected a burst of spirit power, stripping the Spirit Bone hidden within.
It was a thousand-year Spirit Bone with a faint yellow luster. Its quality was above average for its level, but in his eyes, it was no different from a pebble on the side of the road. He casually tossed it into the storage bag at his waist, which already held thirteen similar thousand-year Spirit Bones.
The black sword casket in his palm was currently slightly hot, and the eerie patterns carved on it flickered with a ghostly light. Eight demon spider flying swords hovered above the casket, the poison patterns on the blades deeper than when they were first refined last night.
This sword casket was made from the torso bone of the Man Faced Demon Spider. Not only could it provide a thirty percent all-attribute bonus to the flying swords, but it could also perfectly suppress the overbearing toxins left by the Eight Spider Lances.
Last night during refinement, Fu Qin was almost backlashed by the toxins, but now he could use the power of the sword casket to make the toxins the flying swords' most lethal finishing move.
"A mid-grade magic tool that evolves with my strength... this wasn't a bad trade." Fu Qin stroked the patterns on the sword casket, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.
He had risked his life to hunt that ten-thousand-year Man Faced Demon Spider yesterday; now it seemed the reward far exceeded expectations.
This demon spider flying sword not only inherited the poison attribute and growth potential of the Eight Spider Lances but, because it was refined from Spirit Bones, it was a hundred times easier to control than ordinary magic tools, feeling like an extension of his own limbs.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but recall the dangers of refining the swords last night.
A thousand-year level Man Faced Demon Spider already possessed extremely terrifying mental tremors.
In the original story, Tang San almost fell victim to this Man Faced Demon Spider's trick.
Even though he had already absorbed a thousand-year spirit ring once, he was still tormented relentlessly.
If it weren't for relying on the Mysterious Heaven Skill he stole from Tang San to suppress it, he probably would have found it difficult to finish refining it in such a short time.
But it was precisely this danger that allowed him to figure out the knack of Spirit Bone refining. Looking at those thousand-year Spirit Bones now, he already had a plan in mind.
"Thousand-year level can at most refine magic tools. They'll be perfect as protective treasures for Rongrong and the others." A playful smile curled on Fu Qin's lips; the Spirit Bones in his storage bag instantly had a destination.
Ning Rongrong's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda needs a defensive magic tool, Zhu Zhuqing's Hell Shadow Clone is suited for a speed-type weapon, and Xiao Wu has strong close-combat skills but lacks a weapon to break through defenses.
Moreover, he had already acted like Cao Cao.
He couldn't possibly let these three enchanting beauties stay by the side of Tang San's group.
Thinking of Tang San, Dai Mubai, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun, the smile in Fu Qin's eyes cooled significantly.
Those four seemingly glamorous guys were, at their core, nothing more than a combination of hypocrites and lechers.