A Peerless Delicacy, Beautiful Enough to Eat.

Yan Lingji condensed a venomous longsword in her hand and casually pried open the back of the Man Faced Demon Spider.

A bone of a peculiar color was revealed—

It was a spinal bone, jet-black throughout, faintly shimmering with a ghostly light.

Yan Lingji's eyes lit up instantly.

It was actually there.

"Master, is this what you called the Eight Spider Lances?"

An External Soul Bone, a one-in-a-million treasure, and she had actually stumbled upon one.

"That's right, this is an External Soul Bone." Jiang Ce's voice echoed in her mind. "This thing can evolve along with the user's power and cultivation. Hurry and absorb it."

Yan Lingji nodded and sat down cross-legged.

A purple-black radiance instantly enveloped her.

A strange power surged from the spinal bone, spreading along her own spine and into her limbs and bones.

The sensation was like something taking root and sprouting within her body, yet also like a part that had always belonged to her was finally awakening.

Energy circulated continuously within her, intertwining and fusing with her own soul power.

Yan Lingji gritted her teeth, fine beads of sweat seeping from her forehead.

An hour later.

Yan Lingji slowly opened her eyes.

With a series of "puchi" sounds from behind her, eight sharp, long spears shimmering with purple-black light erupted from her body, unfurling behind her like eight peerless blades, each tip gleaming with a chilling, cold light.

External Soul Bone: Eight Spider Lances.

Yan Lingji sensed the power brought by this soul bone—

Once activated, all attributes increased by fifty percent.

At the same time, she could pierce the Eight Spider Lances into an enemy during battle to forcibly devour their soul power and store it within the lances.

Furthermore, the tips were coated in a potent toxin, a mixture of neurotoxins and corrosive poisons; one prick meant certain poisoning.

Yan Lingji tilted her head to look at the eight spider legs extending from her back, reaching out to touch one of the sharp tips.

Now that she looked like this... why did she feel just like that spider spirit from the memories Master had shared with her?

"This thing can evolve as the host's strength increases," Jiang Ce said.

"You are of the fire attribute. If you absorb more fire-attribute treasures or soul beast essences in the future, the Eight Spider Lances will transform accordingly.

In the end, it is highly likely to take on a magnificent form similar to the wings of a Vermilion Bird."

"Wings?" Yan Lingji's lips curled upward. "If that's the case, it sounds even more beautiful."

"Now, use the Eight Spider Lances to devour this Man Faced Demon Spider directly."

In the original story, Tang San had used the Eight Spider Lances to devour a six-thousand-year-old Man Faced Demon Spider, causing the lances to undergo another wave of strengthening.

Although this one was only two thousand years old, it should still contribute significantly to the evolution of the Eight Spider Lances.

Yan Lingji nodded.

She turned around, and the Eight Spider Lances behind her struck out in unison, piercing into the corpse of the Man Faced Demon Spider.

Devour activated.

The corpse of the Man Faced Demon Spider withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, all its essence—

Flesh, blood, soul power, and toxins—were completely drained by the Eight Spider Lances.

Creatures like the Man Faced Demon Spider were naturally immune to their own toxins.

However, Jiang Ce could amplify her total attributes by three times, turning a base value of one into four.

Before long, The corpse of the Man Faced Demon Spider had completely turned into a withered husk, crumbling into powder at the slightest touch.

"Master, after devouring the Man Faced Demon Spider," Yan Lingji said, sensing the changes in the Eight Spider Lances, "The fusion between the Eight Spider Lances and me has increased, and the original fifty percent attribute boost... has become sixty percent."

"Isn't that great?"

Yan Lingji looked down at her chest—

A tentacle extended from her Venom Dress, gently stroking the eight purple-black spider lances.

"You still need to refine and harmonize with it properly," Jiang Ce said. "Additionally, you need powerful pressure to temper it so it can fuse with you completely.

Although this External Soul Bone has recognized its master, it could still be stripped away."

"Let's go. Continue hunting soul beasts, and while you're at it, search for a soul ring and the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well."

"Yes, Master."

Yan Lingji curled the corners of her lips into a smile, the Eight Spider Lances behind her slowly retracting into her body as her Venom Dress reformed into its complete state.

She rose to her feet and darted swiftly toward the depths of the dense forest.

Night fell.

A bright moon hung in the sky, casting cold, clear moonlight over the Sunset Forest.

A campfire crackled, and above the flames sat a soul beast roasted to a golden, glistening sheen.

A three-thousand-year-old Flame Tiger.

As the fire seared the meat below, grease dripped into the flames with a sizzling sound, releasing a rich, meaty aroma.

Yan Lingji crouched beside the campfire, carefully turning the spit.

From time to time, she used a dagger to score the tiger meat, allowing the fat to render out better so it wouldn't be too greasy.

Behind her was a cave, which was surprisingly clean and tidy inside.

This had originally been the lair of that three-thousand-year-old Flame Tiger.

Now, Yan Lingji had killed the tiger, skewered the tiger, roasted the tiger, and seized the tiger's den.

Yan Lingji had even found a thousand-year-old Fire Spirit Grass deep within the cave—

This spiritual herb, which grew near the lairs of fire-attribute soul beasts, contained a dense essence of flame.

She crushed it directly and sprinkled it over the Flame Tiger meat as a seasoning.

The spiciness of the Fire Spirit Grass fused with the fat of the Flame Tiger under the high heat, making the aroma even more intense and overpowering.

At the same time, a tentacle extended from Yan Lingji's chest.

The tip of the tentacle was curled around a Stone Bead.

It was the very same mysterious Stone Bead that had pulled her and Jiang Ce from the world of The Legend of Qin to the Douluo Continent.

Jiang Ce noticed that the faint ink mark on the Stone Bead, which had been barely visible before, seemed to have... expanded just a little?

But it was extremely subtle; if he hadn't been staring at it intently, he never would have noticed.

"Master, has this thing changed?" Yan Lingji stared at the Stone Bead curiously, blinking her eyes.

"A slight change, but I can't sense exactly what it is yet."

Jiang Ce's voice echoed in her mind.

"But since this thing was able to pull both you and me into this world, there must be a way to connect back to your old home."

Hearing Jiang Ce mention her "old home," Yan Lingji's eyes glazed over for a fleeting moment.

Old home?

She no longer had a home.

At that moment, the black latex suit on her body suddenly tightened, constricting Yan Lingji until she found it difficult to breathe.

"The place where I am is your home."

Yan Lingji curled her lips into a bewitching smile.

"Yes, this servant is the Master's possession; the place where the Master is, is this servant's home."

"Master, the tiger meat is ready."

She glanced at the Flame Tiger, skillfully sliced off a few of the most tender pieces with her dagger, and held them out toward the tentacle.

The Stone Bead at the tip of the tentacle was retracted into her body, and then the tentacle formed a Venom head, opening its mouth.

It consumed the roasted meat Yan Lingji offered.

"The taste is quite good," Jiang Ce evaluated. "It seems your culinary skills have improved again."

"This servant has, after all, studied it," Yan Lingji said with a hint of pride in her tone.

"However, just like this, it is still lacking a certain flavor."

"Lacking what flavor? This servant can try to adjust the seasoning again."

No sooner had she finished speaking than a stream of information was poured directly into Yan Lingji's mind.

After reading it, the corners of Yan Lingji's mouth twitched.

"Master, did you spend time among human nobility in the past? Otherwise, how could you have so many... tricks?"

"Naturally, I did not," Jiang Ce said in a calm tone. "That is why I wish to try it out properly and see exactly what it tastes like."

Yan Lingji looked around.

"Master, are you going to do it here again?"

"Let's go straight into the cave; I'll need to put you through your paces in a little while anyway."

Yan Lingji looked back at the cave and let out a soft sigh.

"As you wish, my demonic Master."

She carried the roasted Flame Tiger back into the cave in its entirety.

She then retrieved a Soul Tool lamp from her storage Soul Tool.

Injecting soul power into it, a soft white glow instantly illuminated the entire cavern.

Next, she set up two tables, placing the roasted Flame Tiger on one and setting the other to the side.

She brought out the wild fruits she had gathered in the forest, as well as the pastries purchased in Heaven Dou City, and arranged them one by one.

At the same time, tentacles sprouted from the Venom Dress on her back, rapidly spreading to the cave entrance and weaving into a black curtain that completely sealed it off.

Immediately following, the Venom Dress on Yan Lingji's body quickly receded.

She lay down on one of the tables.

Moonlight leaked through the gaps in the tentacle curtain, spilling onto her curvaceous body as if plating it in a layer of silver radiance.

Viewed from the front, it was a mountain range; from the side, a towering peak; the twin summits stood in majestic opposition, infinitely graceful.

Several of the pitch-black tentacles branched off, their tips transforming into sharp little blades, dancing rapidly over the Flame Tiger.

Slices of roasted meat, uniform in thickness, fell like leaves, precisely covering Yan Lingji's body.

Yan Lingji felt somewhat awkward.

The meat of the Flame Tiger still retained its grease, and it felt oily and sticky against her skin; she was not accustomed to it.

However, since her demon master demanded it, what else could she do?

She could only... resign herself to it.

The information Jiang Ce had transmitted to her was none other than what a certain island nation in later generations called a "Nyotaimori."

Using the body of a beauty as a vessel to serve fine food upon.

The beauty is like jade, a feast for the eyes.

And that is to say nothing of Yan Lingji, this peerless enchantress.

Tonight, Jiang Ce intended to savor this exquisite delicacy to the fullest.

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