Right Arm Bone of the Hundred Thousand Year Bright Holy Dragon

A sacred radiance flowed across the surface of the Spirit Bone, and the faint sound of a dragon roar could be heard, as if a giant dragon sealed within might burst free at any moment.

"Holy shit!" He sprang to his feet, his legs no longer shaking, his back no longer aching, his eyes wide as saucers.

"Good heavens, could this be the legendary Spirit Bone?"

Qian Daoliu folded his arms and patiently explained, "This is a Hundred Thousand Year Right Arm Bone of the Bright Holy Dragon. That Bright Holy Dragon had already evolved a sacred attribute, and its light attribute had nearly reached the ultimate level. With it, your strength will rise tremendously."

Lin Fan swallowed, his hand trembling slightly. "Grandpa Qian, this... is for me?"

"Who else?" Qian Daoliu shot him a glance. "Should I keep it as an ornament?"

The instant Lin Fan heard that, his eyes lit up. He cradled the Spirit Bone in both hands as though it were the most precious treasure in the world, muttering, "Grandpa Qian, you really are my own grandpa... Well, my second real grandpa! I love this gift so much."

"Oh?" Qian Daoliu raised an eyebrow and asked curiously, "If I'm the second grandpa, then who's the first?"

"His full name is Ma Xiunuo. Back then, Grandpa found me in the wilderness. Without him, I'd have been wolf food long ago." Lin Fan's face was full of gratitude.

He paused, secretly glancing at Qian Daoliu's expression. "Later, when Teacher learned about it, he was transferred to the Martial Soul Sacred Hall in Heaven Dou Imperial City as a Purple Bishop."

He had deliberately brought it up to see whether the Grand Priest might lend his benefactor a hand.

How could Qian Daoliu fail to understand what he meant? He snorted. "You brat, are you trying to get me to help by beating around the bush?"

Hearing that, Lin Fan immediately put on an obedient expression. "How could that be? I was just mentioning it. Grandpa's getting old; as long as he can peacefully retire at the Martial Soul Sacred Hall, that's enough."

Qian Daoliu glanced at him and said flatly, "Enough pretending to be pitiful. Since Ma Xiunuo has shown you kindness, I naturally won't treat him poorly."

Lin Fan's eyes lit up. "Really?"

"Of course." Qian Daoliu impatiently waved a hand, though a trace of approval flashed through his eyes. "I'll have someone raise his salary later and assign him an easier post. Satisfied?"

This kid was quite filial.

"Thank you, Grandpa Qian! You really are my own grandpa!" Lin Fan shouted exaggeratedly, a brilliant smile spreading across his face.

Qian Daoliu was amused by him and laughed as he scolded, "Alright, alright, stop flattering me. Hurry up and absorb that Spirit Bone. I want to see how much your strength improves."

Lin Fan chuckled and did not stand on ceremony, immediately sitting down cross-legged.

He grabbed the Spirit Bone and pressed it against his right arm.

The moment the Spirit Bone touched his skin, it transformed into golden liquid and merged into his body. Then—

"Aaargh!" He let out a miserable scream. Veins bulged across his entire right arm, while Golden Light Flowing beneath his skin looked like something was rampaging through his flesh and blood.

(As for absorbing Spirit Bones, the author is using the setting from Soul Land 2.)

The reason Tang San had been able to smoothly absorb the Hundred Thousand Year Blue Silver Emperor was because the Blue Silver Emperor Spirit Bone possessed the life attribute.

And it had come from his own mother, so absorbing it naturally caused no pain at all.

Qian Daoliu calmly watched him roll around on the floor and even had the leisure to pick at his ear. "Bear with it. This is what fusion with a Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Bone is like."

Five minutes later, Lin Fan lay sprawled on the ground, and the golden glow around his right arm gradually faded.

"How does it feel?" Qian Daoliu crouched down and poked the Lin Fan who had gone limp as mud with the tip of his foot.

Lin Fan lay on the ground, gasping for breath. His right arm still glimmered faintly, as though it had just been struck by lightning. He raised it for a look, then grinned. "Amazing... absolutely amazing!"

Qian Daoliu raised a brow. "That's it? Nothing else to say?"

Lin Fan sprang to his feet and flexed his right arm.

Then he suddenly threw a fierce punch into the air. The wind from his fist howled, faintly carrying the sound of a dragon roar.

Qian Daoliu nodded in satisfaction. "Not bad. It seems the fusion went smoothly."

Lin Fan was as excited as a child with a new toy, touching and squeezing his arm while muttering nonstop, "This thing is way too awesome! Do you have any more in stock, old man? How about another left leg bone?"

Qian Daoliu's mouth twitched. He raised a hand and smacked Lin Fan on the forehead. "Greedy little brat! Do you think Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Bones are cabbages?"

"I was just thinking of completing a set..." Lin Fan clutched his head and chuckled foolishly.

"Enough. Let's get down to business." Qian Daoliu said seriously, "For your second Soul Ring, what age do you want to absorb?"

Lin Fan rubbed his hands together, his eyes spinning twice. "Grandpa Qian, what do you think... how many years can I absorb?"

"For an ordinary Soul Master, the limit for the second Soul Ring is around seven hundred years. But you have twin Martial Souls, an unusual physique, and you've just fused with a Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Bone—" He paused. "Around one thousand years should not be a problem."

While Qian Daoliu was answering, Lin Fan immediately asked the system, System, what's the maximum I can absorb right now?

[Ding!]

[The host's current absorption limit is 1356 years!]

If the system said he could handle 1356 years, then he had to go high!

"One thousand three hundred!" Lin Fan raised three fingers, his face utterly sincere. "Don't worry, I definitely won't force myself. If I can't take it, I'll perform a handstand and wash my hair for you on the spot!"

The veins at Qian Daoliu's temple throbbed. He had lived for over a hundred years, yet this was the first time he had seen someone talk about absorbing a Soul Ring beyond their level as though haggling at a marketplace.

After pondering for a moment, he finally suppressed his anger and said, "Thirteen hundred years? Are you sure? That is far beyond the Soul Ring age limits absorbed by the geniuses of our Qian Family throughout the generations."

The Qian Family naturally knew that the limit for each Soul Master's Soul Ring absorption was not fixed. The age of the Soul Rings a Soul Master could absorb depended on their physical condition.

Even so, none of them had absorbed one that exceeded their limit by too much. Before absorbing Spirit Bones, the most they could manage was only around a hundred years more.

Lin Fan puffed out his chest, his gaze resolute. "Grandpa Qian, I'm confident! You know that this right arm bone of mine is a Hundred Thousand Year Bright Holy Dragon Spirit Bone. My physical condition is definitely extraordinary."

This brat just fused with a Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Bone without so much as a scratch. Maybe he really can create a miracle?

And even if Lin Fan damages his foundation because of this, I can help him recover. It's not like Spirit Hall can't afford recovery resources!

At any rate, a thousand-year Soul Ring did not have soul shock.

Qian Daoliu looked at him and finally nodded. "Fine. Since you're confident, I'll grant your wish. But remember, the moment you can't hold on any longer, you must stop immediately. Understand?"

"Grandpa Qian, have you ever considered another possibility?" Lin Fan suddenly rubbed his hands and leaned closer, his eyes shining as if he had discovered a new continent.

Qian Daoliu shot him a sidelong glance. "What mischief are you plotting now?"