The Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone

Listening to God King Tang San, Xu Yuan felt utterly speechless.

Six years old, level ten, and killing a century-old spirit beast?

And that was without knowing how to do anything else.

Why don't you just ask me to fly to the heavens? This is simply too absurd.

Xu Yuan lowered his head, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the corner of his shirt as if struggling with a dilemma: "But... I've heard that spirit beasts are very fierce, and if I'm alone..."

"With my guidance, you have no need for fear." God King Tang San interrupted him, his tone carrying an unquestionable certainty. "Moreover, hunting spirit beasts is the only path to becoming a Spirit Master. If you lack even this bit of courage, how can you speak of becoming a top-tier Spirit Master?"

[I must push him. A flower in a greenhouse cannot withstand the elements; only by experiencing slaughter can he grow faster. Furthermore, only by letting him hunt spirit beasts himself will he become more reliant on my guidance, making him easier to control in the future.]

Xu Yuan suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashing with the light of being inspired, his fists clenched tightly: "You are right, my lord! I cannot be afraid! In order to become a powerful Spirit Master, I am willing to try!"

Watching this display of burning passion, the blue phantom of God King Tang San nodded slightly, the blue light around his body seeming to brighten a fraction: "Very good. Tomorrow I will tell you the specific location and precautions, and in three days, you may depart."

God King Tang San continued: "However, before that, you must go to one place."

"What place?" Xu Yuan asked immediately, his eyes filled with just the right amount of curiosity and obedience.

It was as if no matter what God King Tang San said, he would follow through without hesitation.

"This place is located at..."

Over an hour later, in a secret cave chamber.

Xu Yuan looked at the Blue Silver Grass in the center of the chamber and asked curiously: "Master Spirit, why is there a Blue Silver Grass here?"

The blue phantom of God King Tang San drifted before that Blue Silver Grass, and just as he was about to say something, he was surprised to discover that this Blue Silver Grass contained a wisp of his own origin power.

However, he could not retrieve this wisp of origin power, which left God King Tang San feeling incredibly puzzled, unable to understand why.

God King Tang San regained his composure and said: "Pay it no mind. Next, you will do as I say."

Hearing God King Tang San's words, Xu Yuan nodded to show he understood.

Following God King Tang San's instructions, Xu Yuan pressed against a certain spot on the stone wall.

With a ding, a pitch-black object fell from above, landing squarely on Xu Yuan's head.

But to everyone's surprise, Xu Yuan's head remained perfectly intact, without a single injury.

God King Tang San: "????"

One had to know that this box weighed two hundred catties; for such an object to smash onto someone's head, even if it didn't kill them, it was impossible for them to look completely unscathed.

Could it be that there was something special about Xu Yuan's body?

Xu Yuan himself was stunned for a moment, subconsciously touching the top of his head with a bewildered expression on his face: "Huh? It doesn't hurt..."

This perfectly timed ignorance seemed increasingly eerie to Tang San.

He drifted forward, his blue palm brushing lightly over the top of Xu Yuan's head as a surge of spirit power probed inward, carefully examining his bones and meridians.

[Strange, his body is no different from an ordinary person's, so why would this happen?]

The blue phantom of God King Tang San hovered before Xu Yuan, his brows locked in a frown, the blue light around his body fluctuating slightly due to his confusion.

He probed repeatedly three times, yet Xu Yuan's bones, meridians, and even the flow of his blood and qi were no different from an ordinary six-year-old child; at most, his spirit power was a bit purer, but he could find nothing special that would allow him to withstand a two-hundred-catty Mysterious Box.

God King Tang San even suspected that his own remnant soul's perception had gone wrong, so he extended his blue palm again, condensing even purer spirit power at his fingertips to carefully probe into Xu Yuan's crown.

This time, he perceived things even more meticulously, not missing the density of every inch of bone or the resilience of every strand of hair, yet the result remained utterly ordinary.

"Have you... eaten anything special recently?" God King Tang San's voice carried a trace of imperceptible urgency, as if he were searching for some reasonable explanation.

Xu Yuan blinked, trying hard to recall, then shook his head: "No. I eat whatever the village chief grandfather gives me, and at most, I occasionally go to the back mountain to dig for wild vegetables."

He was telling the truth.

As an orphan, his diet had always been simple; it was enough to just fill his stomach, so how could there be anything special?

Yet to Tang San, these words only added to the eeriness.

Countless guesses churned in his mind, but not one could hold water.

In the end, he could only attribute it to being born with a unique talent.

Xu Yuan squatted down and opened the black box on the ground.

As the lead box cracked open just a sliver, an incomparably surging aura rushed out from that gap, instantly making the surrounding space feel as if it had solidified.

Inside the lead box lay an item: a right leg bone.

That right leg bone was entirely made of crystalline, translucent blue-gold.

Most peculiarly, it gave Xu Yuan a sense of life, as if this right leg bone were actually alive.

"Absorb this spirit bone," God King Tang San said at this moment.

Xu Yuan came back to his senses, nodded to show he understood, took out the blue right leg bone, and pressed it against his own right leg.

A faint humming sound rang out, and Xu Yuan felt his right leg tremble slightly; immediately after, a cool aura quietly seeped into his leg from all directions.

That crystalline blue spirit bone quietly vanished, transforming into countless streams of blue-gold energy that permeated the area around his right leg.

Cool, comfortable, without the slightest obstruction.

On the other side, in Holy Soul Village.

Tang San was preparing lunch while pondering his Twin Martial Souls.

Although he did not understand the significance of Twin Martial Souls, his intuition told him that they were incredibly powerful.

Looking at the boiled rice in the pot, the amount of grain was pitifully small. Tang San snapped back to reality and couldn't help but sigh, secretly wondering when he would finally be able to eat a proper meal of rice.

It had been a long time since he had eaten rice; the last time was when Old Jack had brought some over.

Just as Tang San was contemplating when he might eat rice again, he felt something strike his head.

Tang San's vision suddenly went black, and it felt as if countless bees were buzzing and colliding inside his skull. Losing his balance, he fell forward with a thud.

Scalding steam rushed toward his face, carrying a searing heat.

His face plunged squarely into the boiling rice porridge. The heat from the bottom of the pot, transmitted through the thin rice water, burned fiercely against his cheeks and forehead.

"Ngh!"

The sharp pain jolted Tang San into a moment of clarity, but the intertwining sensations of suffocation and burning agony left him without the strength to even cry out. He struggled futilely in the boiling liquid for a moment before losing consciousness entirely.

His small body slumped over the edge of the pot, half of his face submerged in the porridge, motionless.