Mid-grade magic tool, Demon Spider Flying Sword

The battle lasted no longer than half an incense stick's time. With a furious roar from Fu Qin, nine Life-Bound Flying Knives simultaneously pierced the core of the Man Faced Demon Spider's head and the human face on its abdomen, completely extinguishing its life force.

"BOOM!"

The massive body of the Man Faced Demon Spider crashed to the ground. Yet, instead of joy, a flicker of heartache crossed Fu Qin's face.

He looked down at the ground; his nine Life-Bound Flying Knives were now covered in cracks, clearly shattered beyond repair and rendered useless.

"Damn it! I spent a fortune forging those knives, only for them to be ruined by this beast."

Fu Qin sighed softly, but the next second, his gaze was drawn to two rays of light emerging beside the spider's corpse.

A brilliant golden glow intertwined with a deep black radiance, emitting a heart-palpitating energy fluctuation.

Within the purple-black light, a palm-sized bone fragment hovered—it was actually a Millennium-Level Torso Bone!

It was covered in intricate patterns, containing vast, surging power.

Meanwhile, within the black light, a bone fragment shaped like a spider's chelicerae exuded an eerie aura. Eight tiny bone spurs twitched slightly; it was the External Soul Bone that had allowed Tang San to greatly increase his strength in the original story.

Eight Spider Lances!

"Two bones at once? And it's the External Soul Bone, Eight Spider Lances?"

Fu Qin's pupils constricted, a flash of joy appearing in his heart.

That's right.

Why hadn't he thought of it before?

If he used the soul bones of soul beasts to refine magical artifacts, could he perhaps...

"Heh heh heh, I was too conservative after all. If this is the case, I won't be lacking materials anymore!"

Fu Qin knew clearly that in the world of soul masters, soul bones were one-in-a-million treasures.

And the magical artifacts he refined using these soul bones would be absolute treasures beyond compare.

With the blessing of God-Level Luck, he could guarantee a one-hundred-percent drop rate for soul bones.

Combined with his Alchemy Gloves martial soul, this was a business with zero cost and infinite profit!

Without a moment's hesitation, Fu Qin collected the two soul bones and dashed toward a highly secluded cave he remembered.

Located on a steep cliff and hidden by dense vines, the cave was impossible for ordinary people to discover, making it a suitable place for quiet cultivation.

After entering, Fu Qin buried the entrance with rubble.

He took a deep breath and extended his hands.

His palms were instantly covered in a layer of silver-white soul power, and the outline of gloves gradually emerged, covered in complex alchemical patterns—his martial soul.

Alchemy Gloves!

"Wah-ha-ha-ha... Alchemy Gloves, activate!"

Fu Qin let out a low shout, placing the Eight Spider Lances and the Millennium-Level Torso Bone on the stone platform before him, while simultaneously retrieving a large amount of precious metal ores from his Soul Tool.

Red Sun Copper, Mysterious Iron Essence, Star Silver Sand.

These were all excellent alchemical materials.

The Alchemy Gloves emitted a soft, silver-white light, enveloping both the soul bones and the various metal ores.

Fu Qin closed his eyes, his soul power surging into the gloves like a tide, manipulating the alchemical patterns to begin their work.

What he intended to do was not merely absorb the power of the soul bones to establish a connection with them, but to fuse the Eight Spider Lances with these precious metals, refining them into a true companion artifact that belonged solely to him—one that could evolve alongside his own strength!

Inside the cave, the light grew increasingly intense. Under the influence of the Alchemy Gloves, the metal ores gradually melted into scorching liquid, intertwining and fusing with the power of the Eight Spider Lances and the torso bone.

Fine beads of sweat seeped from Fu Qin's forehead; his soul power consumption was immense, but his eyes burned with a fanatical glow.

He knew clearly that an unprecedented companion artifact was about to be born by his hands!

The next morning.

Thin mist permeated the Star Dou Forest.

Yet, the next moment, a sharp, piercing sound suddenly exploded through the air.

Fu Qin's fingertips moved slightly, and eight streaks of black light shot out from the purple-black Sword Box in his palm, flying like arrows toward a Millennium-Level Hell Spirit Cat that was peeking out nearby.

Wherever the sword light passed, the air rippled with faint black-purple poisonous mist. The Hell Spirit Cat, having only just stepped into the millennium realm, didn't even have time to scream before the eight flying swords pierced its skull and heart.

Its massive body crashed to the ground.

"Tsk, the power of the Demon Spider Flying Sword is truly extraordinary. It is worthy of being an artifact forged from the soul bone of a Man Faced Demon Spider."

Fu Qin walked forward slowly, his fingertips grazing the skull of the Hell Spirit Cat. He injected a strand of soul power to extract the soul bone hidden within.

It was a pale yellow Millennium-Level soul bone, of upper-middle quality for its level, but in his eyes, it was no different from a pebble on the side of the road. He tossed it into the storage bag at his waist, which was already piled with thirteen similar millennium soul bones.

The black Sword Box in his palm was now slightly hot, the strange patterns carved upon it shimmering with a ghostly light. The eight Demon Spider Flying Swords hovered above the box, the poison patterns on their blades even deeper than when they were first forged last night.

This Sword Box was crafted from the torso bone of the Man Faced Demon Spider; not only could it provide a thirty-percent attribute bonus to the flying swords, but it could also perfectly suppress the tyrannical toxins left behind by the Eight Spider Lances.

When he was refining them last night, Fu Qin had nearly been backlashed by the toxins, but now, he could use the power of the Sword Box to turn those toxins into the flying swords' most lethal killing move.

"A mid-grade magical artifact that evolves alongside my strength... this haul was well worth it." Fu Qin traced the patterns on the Sword Box, a flicker of satisfaction in his eyes.

Risking his life to hunt that ten-thousand-year Man Faced Demon Spider yesterday had yielded returns far exceeding his expectations.

This Demon Spider Flying Sword not only inherited the poison attribute and growth potential of the Eight Spider Lances, but because it was forged from a spirit bone, it was a hundred times more intuitive to control than ordinary magical artifacts, feeling like a natural extension of his own limbs.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but recall the peril of forging the sword last night.

Even a thousand-year-level Man Faced Demon Spider possessed a terrifying mental shockwave.

In the original story, Tang San had nearly fallen victim to this Man Faced Demon Spider.

Even though he had already absorbed a thousand-year spirit ring once before, he had still been tortured to the brink of death.

If not for the Mysterious Heaven Skill he had stolen from Tang San to suppress it, he likely would have struggled to finish the forging in such a short time.

Yet, it was precisely this danger that allowed him to grasp the methods of forging with spirit bones; now, looking at those thousand-year spirit bones, he already had a plan in mind.

"Thousand-year-level bones can at most forge magical artifacts; they'll be perfect as protective treasures for Ning Rongrong and the others." A playful smile curled Fu Qin's lips as the spirit bones in his storage bag instantly found their purpose.

Ning Rongrong's Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda required a defensive artifact, Zhu Zhuqing's Hell Shadow Clone was suited for a speed-type weapon, and Xiao Wu, with her formidable close-quarters combat, was exactly in need of a weapon capable of piercing defenses.

Moreover, he had already acted the part of a scoundrel.

He couldn't possibly let those three beautiful, enchanting women remain by the side of Tang San and his group.

Thinking of the four—Tang San, Dai Mubai, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun—the smile in Fu Qin's eyes turned a shade colder.

Those four seemingly glorious fellows were, at their core, nothing more than a combination of hypocrites and lechers.