The battle lasted less than half an incense stick. With a furious shout from Fu Qin, nine flying knives plunged simultaneously into the core of the Man Faced Demon Spider's head and the human face on its abdomen, completely extinguishing its life.
Boom!
The Man Faced Demon Spider's massive body crashed to the ground. Yet there was not the slightest joy on Fu Qin's face. Instead, he looked heartbroken.
He lowered his gaze to the ground. His nine Life-Bound Flying Knives were now riddled with cracks. They were clearly beyond repair and could never be used again.
"Damn it! I spent a fortune having those knives made, and that beast actually wrecked them!"
Fu Qin sighed. But in the next instant, his gaze was drawn to two glowing lights that had appeared beside the Man Faced Demon Spider's corpse.
A brilliant golden light intertwined with a deep black one, radiating an energy that made his heart tremble.
Within the purplish-black light, a palm-sized bone fragment floated in the air. It was actually a Millennium-Level Torso Bone!
Fine patterns covered its surface, and it contained immense power.
Meanwhile, a bone fragment shaped like a spider's pincers gave off an eerie aura within the black light. Eight tiny bone tendrils wriggled faintly. It was the External Soul Bone that had greatly increased Tang San's strength in the original story.
The Eight Spider Lances!
"Two Soul Bones at once? And one of them is the External Soul Bone, the Eight Spider Lances?"
Fu Qin's pupils contracted, and a flicker of delight appeared in his heart.
Right.
How had he not thought of this?
If he used Soul Beast Soul Bones to refine magical artifacts, then wouldn't that mean...
"Heh heh heh! I really was too conservative. This way, I'll never run short of materials!"
Fu Qin knew full well that Soul Bones were treasures beyond compare in the Soul Master World, rarer than one in ten thousand.
And magical artifacts refined by him using Soul Bones would be even more precious.
With God-Level Luck on his side, he could guarantee a Soul Bone drop every time.
And with his Alchemy Gloves Martial Soul, this was a business that cost him nothing and brought him endless profit!
Without hesitation, Fu Qin collected the two Soul Bones and hurried toward a secluded cave he remembered.
The cave lay high on a sheer cliff, hidden behind dense vines. Ordinary people would never find it, making it a fairly suitable place for secluded cultivation.
Once inside, Fu Qin immediately blocked the entrance with rubble.
Then he took a deep breath and held out both hands.
Silver-white Soul Power instantly covered his palms, and the outline of a pair of gloves gradually appeared. Intricate alchemical patterns covered them. They were his Martial Soul.
The Alchemy Gloves!
"Wahahaha... Alchemy Gloves, activate!"
Fu Qin gave a low shout and placed the Eight Spider Lances and the Millennium-Level Torso Bone on the stone platform in front of him. He also took a large quantity of precious metal ores from his Storage Soul Tool.
Red Sun Copper, Mysterious Iron Essence, Star Silver Sand.
They were all excellent materials for alchemy.
A gentle silver-white glow radiated from the Alchemy Gloves, enveloping the two Soul Bones and the various metal ores.
Fu Qin closed his eyes. Soul Power surged into the gloves like a rising tide, activating the alchemical patterns under his control.
He wasn't merely going to absorb the Soul Bones' power and establish a connection with them. He also intended to fuse the Eight Spider Lances with these precious metals, refining them into a true bound treasure of his own—one that could grow stronger along with him!
The light in the cave grew brighter and brighter. Under the influence of the Alchemy Gloves, the metal ores gradually melted into molten liquid, intertwining and merging with the power of the Eight Spider Lances and the Torso Bone.
Fine beads of sweat appeared on Fu Qin's forehead. His Soul Power was draining rapidly, but his eyes blazed with fervor.
He knew that an unprecedented bound magical artifact was about to be born in his hands!
The next morning.
A thin mist shrouded Star Dou Forest.
But the very next moment, a sharp whistle tore through the air.
Fu Qin's fingers twitched. Eight streaks of black light shot from the purplish-black Sword Box in his palm, flying like arrows loosed from a bow toward a Thousand-Year Hell Spirit Cat peeking around nearby.
Where the swordlight passed, the air rippled with a faint purplish-black poisonous mist. The Hell Spirit Cat had only just entered the Thousand-Year level. It didn't even have time to cry out before the eight flying swords pierced its head and heart.
Its massive body crashed to the ground.
"Tsk. The Demon Spider Flying Sword really is powerful. No wonder—it was made from the Soul Bone of a Man Faced Demon Spider."
Fu Qin walked over and brushed his fingers across the Hell Spirit Cat's skull. He sent a strand of Soul Power into it and extracted the Soul Bone hidden inside.
It was a Millennium Soul Bone with a pale yellow sheen. Its quality was above average for its level, but to him it was no different from a pebble by the roadside. He casually tossed it into the Storage Pouch at his waist, where no fewer than thirteen similar Millennium Soul Bones were already piled up.
The black Sword Box in his palm was now faintly warm. The eerie patterns carved into it gleamed, while eight Demon Spider Flying Swords hovered above. The venom patterns on their blades were darker and deeper than when they had first been refined the night before.
The Sword Box itself had been made from the Man Faced Demon Spider's Torso Bone. It not only granted the flying swords a thirty-percent boost to all attributes, but also perfectly suppressed the domineering venom left behind by the Eight Spider Lances.
When Fu Qin had refined it last night, he had nearly been overwhelmed by the venom. Now, with the Sword Box's power, he could make the poison the flying swords' deadliest weapon.
"Mid-grade magical artifact, and it'll advance as I grow stronger... This was well worth it." Fu Qin stroked the patterns on the Sword Box, a satisfied glint in his eyes.
Yesterday, he had risked his life to hunt that Ten-Thousand-Year Man Faced Demon Spider. Now, the reward had far exceeded his expectations.
The Demon Spider Flying Sword had inherited not only the Eight Spider Lances' venom attribute and growth potential, but also—because it had been refined from a Soul Bone—was a hundred times easier to control than an ordinary magical artifact. Using it felt like extending his own hands and feet.
Thinking of that, he couldn't help recalling the dangers of refining the swords last night.
Even a Thousand-Year Man Faced Demon Spider possessed an extremely terrifying mental shock.
Tang San had nearly fallen victim to this Man Faced Demon Spider in the original story.
Even after absorbing a Thousand-Year Soul Ring once before, he had still been tormented half to death.
If Fu Qin hadn't suppressed it with the Mysterious Heaven Skill he had secretly learned from Tang San, he would have struggled to finish refining it so quickly.
But it was precisely that danger that had taught him the ins and outs of refining artifacts from Soul Bones. Now, looking at the Millennium Soul Bones, he already knew what to do with them.
"Millennium-level Soul Bones can only be used to make magical artifacts at most. They'll be perfect protective treasures for Rongrong and the others." Fu Qin's lips curled in amusement as the Soul Bones in his Storage Pouch found their new owners.
Ning Rongrong's Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda called for a defensive artifact. Zhu Zhuqing's Hell Shadow Clone suited a weapon built for speed. Xiao Wu excelled in close combat, so she was just missing a weapon that could pierce defenses.
Besides, he had already done the deed that Cao Cao was famous for.
He couldn't very well leave three stunning beauties as alluring as flowers and delicate as jade among Tang San's group.
At the thought of Tang San, Dai Mubai, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun, the smile in Fu Qin's eyes turned cold.
Those four seemed so impressive on the surface, but deep down they were nothing more than a combination of hypocrites and lechers.