The Eight Spider Lances Welcome Their True Master

Qian Xunji looked at the four young people before him and nodded with satisfaction. "Very good. You are all quite impressive."

Then, Qian Xunji's expression turned stern, and his tone dropped. "Since you have chosen to join, you must keep what I am about to say buried in your stomachs. You must never speak of this to any outsider. If anyone dares to leak even half a word, I guarantee that the only outcome will be death. Do you understand?"

This genuine killing intent made the group's hair stand on end. They immediately shed their lax demeanor and nodded repeatedly.

Only then did Qian Xunji retract his killing intent and begin to explain the matter of the [Surface World].

He told them, simply and clearly, about the existence of another world and the corresponding relationship between that world and this one.

Subsequently, Qian Xunji revealed the true purpose of this trial: "We are going to that world next. Once there, you must do more than just engage in ordinary combat and cultivation. You must strive even harder, doing your utmost to display your talent and attract the descent of that world's godhood."

"Godhood?"

Hearing this term, everyone was completely stunned. It wasn't just Dai Zhuqing and the others; even Qian San was taken aback. During their private conversation that morning, his father had never mentioned anything about gods.

Watching their shocked expressions, Qian Xunji continued to explain: "When a spirit master reaches level one hundred, they can become a god. This is a secret that is not really a secret on the continent. That world has its own godhood inheritances. If you can gain the recognition of a godhood in that world, that is the first step toward becoming a god at level one hundred."

He looked at this group of gifted young people and painted a grand picture: "Most importantly, the two worlds are two sides of the same coin. Even if you only obtain the inheritance of a second-tier god in that world, there is absolutely a corresponding godhood in this world.

When that time comes, if you are outstanding enough and fortunate enough to simultaneously gain the favor of the same god in this world, you will have the chance to fuse the godhoods of both realms. With two portions of divine power blessing one person, your strength will far exceed your original level."

Everyone fell silent.

A few minutes ago, their goal had simply been to catch up to Qian San, but now that they knew of this ultimate objective, their hearts were churning violently, and their blood was surging uncontrollably.

On one hand, it was a intense longing for this legendary level of power.

Becoming a god was a path they had never heard of before. And now, a path leading to godhood—and even greater strength—was laid out right before them.

On the other hand, they were filled with curiosity about that world. Since there was a society there that was identical yet opposite to this one, did a version of themselves exist there too? What kind of life was that version of themselves living?

Seeing their excited expressions, Qian Xunji tapped the table, pulling their thoughts back.

"Alright, keep this matter to yourselves; do not mention it outside again," Qian Xunji warned once more.

"If anyone dares to leak this, my words from earlier absolutely stand."

The group immediately stood straight and promised repeatedly that they would keep the secret.

Finally, Qian Xunji gave a specific instruction: "Remember, do not tell Zhu Muhei about our departure or any of these secrets."

The group exchanged glances and nodded in agreement.

No one had any objections to this decision.

Within this small group, Dai Zhuqing was the first to arrive at the academy. She was powerful, and while she didn't speak much, she was very reliable. Niu Lanjun and Ao Shushun both respectfully called her "Big Sister."

As for Zhu Muhei, he was just a newcomer who had joined recently, and he had been pestering Dai Zhuqing ever since he arrived; his character was not particularly likable either. Since they weren't close to him, they naturally wouldn't tell him such important information.

Ao Shushun spoke up weakly: "So, the me over there... is also selling sausages?"

The others were also very curious, but they hadn't dared to ask.

Qian Xunji glanced at him: "Indeed. You will see for yourself when the time comes."

Ao Shushun scratched his head: "Then I have to go see."

Dai Zhuqing's voice was somewhat cold: "Your Excellency, then... who is the throne of the Star Luo Dai Family passed to over there?"

"It is passed only to men, not women."

Dai Zhuqing said nothing more, her fingers gripping the hem of her clothes tightly.

Niu Lanjun pressed his palms together and chanted, "Amitabha."

"If that is the case, is that benefactor one and the same as this humble monk, or are we two different leaves? Amitabha, when we arrive there, this humble monk wishes to see him."

"You will have the chance." Qian Xunji looked at Xiao Qing. Xiao Qing had not spoken from the beginning; she had simply stood quietly beside Qian San. When she heard the words "parallel world," her brows twitched, but she asked nothing.

Qian Xunji knew what she was thinking—there was also a Sky Azure Bull Python in that world, and he had already killed it and fed its corpse to her.

"Father." Qian San raised his head. "When do we depart?"

Qian Xunji looked into his son's eyes and understood.

"Tentatively, in three days. In these three days, handle your affairs."

"Understood," the five said in unison.

"Very well, you may all leave. Little San, stay behind."

Xiao Qing glanced at Qian San and followed the others out of the room.

The door closed.

Qian Xunji casually cast a barrier.

"Sit."

Qian San sat on the edge of the bed. Qian Xunji sat on the chair opposite him and took something out of his storage ring.

It was an External Soul Bone.

Entirely pitch-black and emitting a faint purple glow, it was the rare treasure of the Nine-Nine—the Eight Spider Lances.

"This is... an External Soul Bone?"

"Correct." Qian Xunji handed the Eight Spider Lances into Qian San's hands.

"Eight Spider Lances, stripped from a Man Faced Demon Spider over two thousand years old."

Qian San took the Eight Spider Lances and examined them carefully.

External Soul Bone—he had read about them in books; they were the rarest type of soul bone. Unlike the six main soul bones, an External Soul Bone could evolve alongside its host, possessing an incredibly high potential.

Qian Xunji looked at him. "But the potential of these Eight Spider Lances is beyond doubt. If you absorb them now and nurture them, the cost-effectiveness is higher than searching for a Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone, and they are highly compatible with your martial soul."

Qian San did not hesitate, pressing the soul bone directly against his back.

"I will absorb it now."

He injected his soul power.

The Eight Spider Lances transformed into a streak of black light, merging into Qian San's back.

A sharp, stabbing pain surged through him.

Qian San gritted his teeth, the veins on his forehead bulging as the Eight Spider Lances slowly fused into his spine, bit by bit.

Qian Xunji sat nearby without intervening; he could see that his son could endure it.

A quarter of an hour later.

Qian San opened his eyes.

He exhaled a breath of turbid air and raised a hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

"It's done."

With a thought.

Eight pitch-black spider lances sprang from his back. Each one was over a meter long, entirely black, save for a faint, ghostly purple glow at the tips.

Qian San controlled the spider lances, moving them gently. The eight lances were as nimble as his own fingers, moving entirely in accordance with his will.