The Unlucky Dugu Bo Kicks a Steel Plate

"A ten-thousand-year spirit bone!" Bibi Dong exclaimed, her eyes filled with disbelief.

"The drop rate for a ten-thousand-year spirit bone is less than one percent, and by the looks of it, it's a head spirit bone, the rarest kind. Xiao Xuan, you really have incredible luck!"

With that, she flicked her mind, and the black spirit bone flew into her hand, where she began to examine it closely.

Seeing this, a flash of surprise crossed Qin Xuan's face, though a faint smile soon appeared.

That the Nether Demon Spirit Tiger could drop a spirit bone was indeed beyond his expectations.

After all, according to the rules of the Douluo Continent, the lower the age of the spirit beast, the lower the probability of it dropping a spirit bone.

The higher the age, the easier it is to obtain one.

Ten-thousand-year spirit beasts, in particular, are guaranteed to drop one.

Even though spirit bones were extremely rare, Qin Xuan had no desire to absorb this one.

He watched Bibi Dong's joyful expression and fell into deep thought.

Spirit bones are rare, but a spirit master can only absorb seven in total: four limb bones, a head bone, a torso bone, and the rarest of all, an external spirit bone.

With my talent, I can fully absorb a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring for my sixth ring, and since hundred-thousand-year beasts are guaranteed to drop bones, there is no need to covet this mere ten-thousand-year one.

While absorbing the bone alongside the ring would certainly boost my spirit power by several levels, it would be short-sighted and ultimately a loss.

If I can eventually collect seven hundred-thousand-year spirit bones, even if I don't become a god, I should be able to stand against the Sea God, right?

At this moment, although Bibi Dong looked somewhat reluctant, she tossed the spirit bone to Qin Xuan.

"Xiao Xuan, absorb this head spirit bone along with the ring. I will guard you."

Hearing this, Qin Xuan looked at the ten-thousand-year spirit bone in his hand. Knowing full well that Bibi Dong already had a full set of spirit bones, he feigned a serious tone.

"Teacher, absorbing the ten-thousand-year spirit ring is enough for me."

"As for this head spirit bone, you should keep it."

With that, he tossed the Nether Demon Spirit Tiger's head bone back to Bibi Dong.

"Oh? Interesting!" Bibi Dong wore a playful expression.

"Absorbing this bone would raise your spirit power by at least six levels. Are you sure you don't want it?"

"Yes." Qin Xuan nodded slightly, and without waiting for her response, he sat cross-legged on the spot to begin absorbing the ten-thousand-year spirit ring.

The black ring spun in the air before settling above his head.

Hearing his answer, Bibi Dong didn't hesitate to store the ten-thousand-year spirit bone into her spirit tool.

Both were clever; even though Qin Xuan hadn't explicitly stated his reasons, Bibi Dong had already guessed the gist of it.

This boy's ambition is remarkably similar to my own.

If he successfully absorbs this ten-thousand-year ring, his fourth and fifth rings will easily be in the thirty-to-sixty-thousand-year range.

Two thousand-year rings plus three ten-thousand-year rings will allow him to challenge a hundred-thousand-year level for his sixth ring.

And since hundred-thousand-year rings are guaranteed to drop bones, Xiao Xuan is clearly aiming to collect a full set of six hundred-thousand-year spirit bones!

As for an external spirit bone, that will depend on his future fortune!

Pushing these thoughts aside, Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes flickered as she spoke.

"I have no need for more spirit bones. How about we give this head bone to Nana?"

"Whatever you decide, Teacher." Qin Xuan replied calmly, though his expression slowly began to turn grim.

It wasn't that he was unhappy about giving the bone to Nana, but rather that the resentment of the Nether Demon Spirit Tiger was far stronger than he had anticipated.

Inside Qin Xuan's sea of consciousness, everything was pitch black.

Two giant tigers—one purple, one black—were locked in a fierce struggle, neither gaining the upper hand.

To eliminate the resentment of a spirit beast, one could not use any spirit skills.

The purple figure was the Nether Demon Spirit Tiger, while the black figure, twice its size, was naturally the Nine Nether Evil God Tiger.

The two were locked in a brutal, pure physical brawl, but it was clear the Nine Nether Evil God Tiger held the advantage.

Even so, the Nine Nether Evil God Tiger was covered in claw marks.

This caused Qin Xuan's mental strength to suffer some minor damage.

"A ten-thousand-year spirit ring is not so easy to absorb after all." Watching Qin Xuan break into a cold sweat, Bibi Dong couldn't help but feel a sense of unease.

"The audacity!"

"Who dares to trespass on my territory? Get out here at once!"

A deep, aged voice echoed from all directions.

Immediately after, a thunderous roar erupted not far away.

A giant emerald-green snake came charging through the brush.

The giant serpent was of such immense proportions that its body, estimated to exceed a hundred meters in length, seemed to stretch on without end.

"Do not panic, disciple; just focus on absorbing the spirit ring," Bibi Dong said softly, before soaring into mid-air to confront the serpent, her eyes filled with disdain.

Upon catching sight of Bibi Dong, the emerald-green giant serpent halted near the surrounding mountains, five hundred meters away.

"Po... Pope-mianxia!" At that moment, an old man with a head of white hair and clad in ink-green armor slowly rose from the serpent's head.

Without a doubt, this person was none other than the Title Douluo renowned for his use of poison—Dugu Bo.

"Poison Douluo, you certainly carry yourself with great majesty. What was it you said just now?"

"Dare you repeat it to This Seat's face!"

Bibi Dong's expression turned cold as nine spirit rings—one yellow, two purple, five black, and one red—rose one by one from beneath her feet.

The moment the hundred-thousand-year spirit ring appeared, the surrounding five hundred meters were bathed in a pale red hue!

A wave of crimson pressure descended directly upon Dugu Bo.

He felt as if a massive mountain had been placed upon his back, and every step he took required an immense amount of effort.

This damned spirit power suppression, it is truly terrifying!

I never expected this female Pope to possess a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring!

I am truly unlucky to have run into Bibi Dong!

What is the dignified Pope of Spirit Hall doing in the Sunset Forest, deep within Heaven Dou territory, and so close to my Herb Garden at that?

Had I known it was Bibi Dong, I wouldn't have been so arrogant just now.

Dugu Bo thought rapidly, then hurriedly spoke:

"So it is the Pope-mianxia herself; please forgive my transgression!"

As he finished speaking, the pressure did not vanish; instead, it intensified.

Bibi Dong's eyes glowed with a red light, and a faint, wicked smile curled at the corners of her lips; she had already resolved to kill.

Although Dugu Bo was not the strongest among Title Douluos—he could even be considered the weakest—no one could compare to him when it came to large-scale lethality, thanks to his poison.

For this reason, Spirit Hall had sent people to recruit Dugu Bo as an elder many times, only to be rejected each time, which truly infuriated Bibi Dong.

Now that she had run into Dugu Bo in this desolate, uninhabited place, Bibi Dong naturally intended to eliminate the threat once and for all!

"Since you will not serve This Seat, you are an enemy!"

"Dugu Bo, stay here forever!"

Bibi Dong declared with a face like frost, and immediately, her left arm transformed into a black scythe, which she swung horizontally through the air toward Dugu Bo.