Tang San's Good Brother, I'll Gift You a Spirit Bone Next Time! Returning to Heaven Dou, I Was Still Too Young

"Since everything's fine, I'll be leaving first."

"Good luck to everyone!"

Seeing that Zhao Wuji had no intention of stopping him, Bai Mu waved and headed out of the village.

"Oh, right!"

Just as he was about to leave the clearing, he suddenly turned back to look at Tang San. "Oh, right, Xiao San."

"Hm?"

Tang San froze.

"You haven't absorbed any spirit bones yet, have you?"

Bai Mu asked with a smile.

"No."

Tang San shook his head. Spirit bones were incredibly precious; he had not even seen one before.

"What a coincidence! I happened to acquire a spirit bone before—a nearly Ten Thousand Year poisonous right arm bone.

Its attributes don't suit me at all, and keeping it would only take up space. I'll give it to you the next time we meet. It should be able to help your cultivation of poison arts."

Bai Mu spoke casually, as though he were talking about something utterly insignificant.

The moment he finished speaking, the entire place fell deathly silent.

Dai Mubai abruptly raised his head, the sausage in Oscar's hand fell to the ground, and Xiao Wu stood frozen in place—

"Giving away—for free—a nearly Ten Thousand Year spirit bone?!"

Even Ning Rongrong's little mouth hung slightly open, her eyes wide as saucers.

She was the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and her knowledge far surpassed that of ordinary people.

Precisely because of that, she understood even more clearly how valuable a nearly Ten Thousand Year spirit bone was.

Not to mention Spirit Douluos—even among Title Douluos, few had managed to gather a complete set of spirit bones.

That included her dearest Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone!

"Th-that wouldn't be appropriate, would it—"

Tang San was stunned as well and hurriedly waved his hands. "One