In the end, Dugu Bo managed to suppress the greed in his heart.
But he had never imagined that Bibi Dong would give him the Spirit Bone just like that, without even blinking.
This was a Spirit Bone—a Ten Thousand Year Spirit Bone.
And it was twenty thousand years old, a perfectly intact left arm bone.
"If I'm giving it to you, then take it. You're a grown man, so why are you being so fussy?"
Before Dugu Bo could say anything, Yue Guan had already cut him off.
Yue Guan was still quite reluctant to see Xiao Dong give the Spirit Bone to Dugu Bo just like that.
But since it was Xiao Dong's decision, they wouldn't say anything more.
"Holy Son, thank you!"
Hearing Yue Guan say that, Dugu Bo stopped hesitating.
He also wanted to try and see whether the method Bibi Dong had mentioned really worked.
Then, Dugu Bo began fusing with the Spirit Bone.
Meanwhile, Yue Guan and Gui Mei began discussing their Soul Hunting targets.
After their strength had improved and their Martial Souls had advanced, the two of them had clearly set their sights on higher-quality Ninth Soul Rings.
But they still weren't thinking big enough.
They hadn't even dared to dream of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring.
They had set their sights on Soul Beasts with powerful bloodlines and cultivation of ninety thousand years.
"Uncles, have you never considered making a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring your target?"
"Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts are certainly difficult to kill, but with your current strength, and with Dugu Bo's poison and that Blood Swan Kiss to help you, why couldn't you kill one?"
Bibi Dong couldn't help suggesting it.
After helping the two of them improve so much, Bibi Dong didn't want them to settle for Soul Rings that were only ninety thousand years old.
After all, a Titled Douluo with a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring was fundamentally different from one without.
No matter how profound his insights, a Titled Douluo without a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring couldn't break through to level 98.
Chen Jianjun was the perfect example.
With his level 97 cultivation, he could challenge a level 99 Limit Douluo. In essence, he had cultivated his power and his path to their absolute limits.
Yet he had never been able to break through that final bottleneck. That was a problem with his Soul Ring Configuration.
Of course, there were other ways. Give him two Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Bones, or a two-hundred-thousand-year Spirit Bone—preferably a torso bone—and he could make up the difference.
The problem was, those things were even harder to find than Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings.
Divine Power and Immortal Spirit Power could increase a Soul Ring's age, but Qian Daoliu, the High Priest, didn't have the authority to grant access to them.
And that wasn't all. It was only after joining Spirit Hall that Bibi Dong learned the Angel God wasn't like the Sea God. For the Sea God, any Soul Beast could meet the requirements to activate his God Trial; the only question was its level.
The Angel God's God Trial could only be activated by an heir of the Angel Clan, and those without sufficient bloodline strength couldn't activate it at all.
In other words, even if Chen Jianjun joined Spirit Hall, he still wouldn't be able to increase the age of his Soul Rings and advance his cultivation.
He didn't want Yue Guan and Gui Mei to end up stuck at level 97.
"This... Xiao Dong, there's something you might not know. Even if you're strong enough to kill a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, getting a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring is still difficult. Those Soul Beasts are simply too rare and hard to find."
As Bibi Dong brought it up, his eyes filled with struggle.
How could he not want a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring?
Especially after his Martial Soul evolved and he attained an Indestructible Diamond Body, Yue Guan was confident he could absorb a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring.
The problem was, getting one wasn't so simple.
"If we can't find one in a year, we'll take two. If we can't find one in two years, we'll take three. And if all else fails, we'll go out to sea. With the ocean so vast, how could we fail to find a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast?"
"Even if its attributes aren't a perfect match, a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring will more than make up for that. As long as its attributes don't clash with yours, it'll be fine."
"Besides, even without a Ninth Soul Ring, you can still accumulate Soul Power and improve your mental strength."
Bibi Dong's eyes were full of determination as he spoke.
Gui Mei's situation was hard to say, but Yue Guan now had a clear direction and goal.
At this point in time, Ah Yin should already have taken human form.
As a plant-type Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, she was an excellent match for Yue Guan's attributes.
It was better than pairing him with a hammer, anyway.
As for whether this would change the story and make Tang San cease to exist, Bibi Dong couldn't care less.
From the moment he arrived in this world, the story was already bound to go off course.
Rather than fret over every possibility, he might as well give up and go straight to fawning over Tang San.
As for Ah Yin, so what if she was beautiful? In the end, she was still a Soul Beast.
Bibi Dong had no interest in her.
A Soul Beast was a Soul Beast, after all.
"All right, Xiao Dong. Your uncle will listen to you. We'll find a way to get a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring."
Yue Guan and Gui Mei exchanged a look, and their eyes filled with determination.
After undergoing such a transformation, it would be a waste to settle for a Soul Ring from a mere Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.
Once they'd made up their minds, they changed their plans for the time being. They would return to Spirit Hall first, search for traces of Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts, and go Soul Hunting after that.
They'd been away for so long. It was time to go back.
Otherwise, His Holiness the Pope would start worrying.
When Dugu Bo awoke, he hadn't even had time to get excited about how light his whole body felt before Bibi Dong gave him a long list of instructions: take good care of the herbs here and thicken the poisonous miasma around the area.
Then they simply left.
Leaving Dugu Bo standing there, utterly bewildered.
"Wait, you trust me that much?"
Looking at the medicinal garden, now left with only him in it, Dugu Bo suddenly had the strange feeling that he hadn't actually joined any faction.
All he'd done was bow his head, address someone as Holy Son, and swear a fairly harmless oath. Not only had he found a way to cure the poison in himself and his son, he'd also gotten a twenty-thousand-year Spirit Bone.
Then they'd handed him the use of such a huge medicinal garden, too.
Looking after the garden sounded like a hard, thankless job, but to Dugu Bo, this place was a blessed paradise.
It could suppress his poison and increase the speed of his cultivation.
Wasn't that a downright sweet deal?
What's more, they'd entrusted him with so many precious spirit herbs.
Although he didn't recognize many of them, every medicinal herb he did recognize was a priceless treasure on the market.
"This actually feels pretty good."
Dugu Bo was becoming more and more pleased with the Holy Son.
Bibi Dong and the others had no idea what Dugu Bo was thinking. By then, they were already on their way back to Spirit Hall.
As soon as they left Star Dou Forest and entered a city inhabited by humans, Bibi Dong heard about the Clear Sky Sect's sparring match at Spirit Hall.
"Sparring" was just the polite way to put it.
Call it what it was: kicking down the door and making trouble.
"Just as you'd expect from the Clear Sky Sect. They really are arrogant."
After hearing the news, Bibi Dong's face immediately darkened.
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