A Titled Douluo, and People from Spirit Hall Academy

"Which Your Excellency... happened to pass by and lend a hand?"

The refined-looking teacher asked in a hoarse voice.

The burly teacher's Adam's apple bobbed as well. He clasped his hands toward a point in the sky.

Using the most respectful and booming voice he could muster, he called out:

"This junior, Chen Shan, along with the students of Spirit Hall Academy, thanks Your Excellency for saving our lives. We humbly ask Your Excellency to reveal yourself and allow us to express our gratitude!"

His voice echoed through the open forest.

The students finally came to their senses as well.

The wild joy of surviving and the lingering fear of death surged through them at once.

Their legs gave out, and several of them collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

The Red-haired Youth stared at the demon spider remains close at hand, his expression shifting constantly.

In the end, he sat down in dejection as well.

The Silver-haired Youth supported the still-pale Fox-eared Girl and softly comforted her.

Yet his gaze remained fixed on the direction Teacher Chen was looking, filled with curiosity and scrutiny.

The golden-haired Fox-eared Girl leaned against him, her tail drooping weakly.

She asked softly, "Is... is it over? Were we saved?"

"Mm, we were saved."

The Silver-haired Youth nodded firmly, though his voice was still somewhat unsteady.

"Perhaps a Titled Douluo saved us."

Above the sky, amid the clouds.

Lin Qing dispersed the dazzling golden light around him, rubbed his nose, and muttered inwardly, Spirit Hall... no wonder they had this lineup. But their luck was truly awful, running into a whole nest of these fiends.

"Thank you, Your Excellency, for saving our lives!"

The voices of the two Soul Douluo teachers trembled with the lingering shock of survival as they shouted almost in unison.

At the same time, they bent deeply at the waist and offered a respectful salute.

Your Excellency?

The title was like a pebble dropped into a still lake, sending ripples through the students' bewildered minds.

A Titled Douluo!

Rustle—

The students who had realized it instantly dropped to their knees in a flurry, their movements frantic yet filled with boundless reverence.

A few who were timid or whose legs had gone completely weak nearly sprawled flat on the ground, their hearts pounding as if they might leap out of their throats.

Lin Qing descended with his three daughters, the faint layer of golden light around them flowing away like water as he lightly landed in the devastated clearing.

Beneath his feet lay overturned earth and the demon spiders' purple poisonous blood.

The air was still filled with a strange stench of blood mixed with scorched fumes.

"It was nothing. There's no need for such a grand salute."

He waved his hand casually.

But his gaze was like a precise scanner.

It immediately fell upon the six demon spider corpses of varying forms.

To be honest, he had not acted solely because he had witnessed an injustice and felt a sudden burst of kindness.

Saving people had merely been convenient.

The Man Faced Demon Spider was rare to begin with, and those over ten thousand years old were even more precious—things one could only encounter by chance.

Moreover, the Golden Dragon Claw that had descended from the sky earlier was a new move he had improvised over the past few days while studying the Dragon Claw Skill, combining Soul Power with the Golden Dragon's Ultimate Power.

He had been worrying about finding a suitable "punching bag" to test its strength on.

This group of Man Faced Demon Spiders had practically run into the muzzle themselves.

As for the results... well, they were indeed quite good.

Lin Qing silently evaluated it in his heart.

This move combined the force-generating method of the Dragon Claw Skill, using Soul Power as its driving force and adding the Golden Dragon Martial Soul's incomparably domineering Ultimate Power attribute.

Its advantages were obvious: it could be used at close range or from afar, its power was tremendous, and its consumption was entirely within an acceptable range for him now that his Soul Power was so abundant.

It also felt remarkably satisfying, with the stress-relieving sensation of smashing walnuts.

It had drawbacks as well: its control precision still needed more practice.

That final Dragon Fist Fall had certainly been satisfying to unleash, and its Aura had been impressive enough.

But he had not held back his strength. He had directly smashed that sixty-thousand-year demon spider into a "spider pancake."

The corpse's integrity had been greatly compromised.

Still, on second thought, this move had immense potential and adaptability.

It could absolutely be developed further as the prototype of a set of Self-Created Soul Skills.

Close-range grappling, long-range bombardment, area suppression... just thinking about it made it seem promising.

"Dad! Look! What's that sparkly thing? It's flashing and so pretty!"

Wu'er's cry broke through his thoughts.

The little girl was the boldest and had the sharpest eyes. She pointed curiously toward a spot on the shattered remains of the Seventy-Thousand-Year demon spider not far away, standing on tiptoe to look.

Qing Zhu and Rou Rou were drawn in as well and instinctively wanted to go closer for a look.

"Don't move!"

Lin Qing reacted swiftly, flashing in front of his three daughters.

His tone turned stern. "Those things are poisonous, and it's Deadly Poison. Even touching a little will cause serious trouble. This isn't something to take lightly."

The Man Faced Demon Spider's venom was still extremely vicious.

The poison of a seventy-thousand-year Man Faced Demon Spider would probably be enough to give even a Titled Douluo a hard time.

The three little girls immediately stopped obediently after his shout.

But their large, watery eyes still could not help glancing in that direction.

Lin Qing said no more.

He casually waved his Right Hand through the air.

A gentle yet irresistible Golden Soul Power formed into an invisible giant hand.

With a light sweep.

It gathered the six scattered demon spider remains together, piling them not far in front of him.

After doing this.

He turned around.

His calm gaze fell upon the two Soul Douluo teachers, who still maintained their respectful postures.

Then he asked:

"I'm taking these corpses. You have no objections, right?"

His tone was perfectly natural.

As casual as asking, "Nobody wants this bottle of water, right?"

But the meaning behind his words was crystal clear.

The ownership of the spoils!

This was an unspoken rule in the Soul Master World.

Especially when a life-saving debt was involved.

"Of course, of course! Absolutely no problem!"

The somewhat plump teacher nodded so quickly that he resembled a chick pecking at grain.

There was even a trace of panic in his smile.

"Your Excellency personally killed all of them, so naturally they all belong to you!"

"Being able to keep our lives is already an incredible stroke of fortune. How could we dare harbor the slightest improper thought?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The tall, thin teacher beside him hurriedly bowed in agreement.

He said earnestly:

"If Your Excellency had not descended like a divine soldier from the heavens, we would likely have already been buried in the spiders' bellies and reduced to dry bones."

"Please take these Soul Beast corpses as you wish, Your Excellency. We have absolutely no objections!"

They knew the situation perfectly well.

Not to mention that these materials had originally been killed by this Mysterious expert.

Even if they had not been.

Once he spoke, would they dare say no?

The will of a Titled Douluo was not something Soul Douluo like them could defy.

Not to mention that he had just saved all their lives.

Lin Qing was very satisfied with their attitude.

He nodded and gave a soft "Mm."

Only then did he turn his attention back to the pile of spoils before him.

Just as he turned over the relatively intact rear half of the Seventy-Thousand-Year demon spider's corpse.

The sensation at his fingertips made his movements pause slightly.

A strange fluctuation, unlike the dispersing energy of ordinary Soul Power, faintly emanated from somewhere beneath the carapace.

The fluctuation was extremely subtle.

Yet it carried a unique vitality, like the faint beating of a sleeping heart.

This was the corpse Wu'er and the others had pointed at.

"This is..."

Lin Qing's heart stirred, and a glint of gold flashed through his eyes.

He held two fingers together like a sword.

A strand of incomparably condensed Golden Soul Power, like the finest surgical scalpel, silently pierced into a seam in the demon spider's back carapace.

With a gentle flick—

Whoosh!

A strangely shaped bone about the size of a palm, entirely dark purplish-black, was drawn from the corpse wrapped in Soul Power and landed steadily in his palm.

A Soul Bone!!!