Zhu Zhuqing Gains the Eight Spider Lances; Fang Fan Meets Dugu Bo and Dugu Yan in Heaven Dou City

A smile tugged at Fang Fan's lips.

He had soared from Level 60 to Level 66—a full six levels.

The Soul Power boost from the 85,000-year-old Dark Thunder Winged Flood Dragon's Soul Ring far exceeded his expectations. It had also stirred the medicinal power stored in his body from the Immortal Herbs and Whale Rubber he had consumed, pushing him through six levels in one stroke.

Soul Power surged through his meridians like a flood, while Dark Thunder coursed through his body. Every inch of muscle and bone brimmed with explosive strength.

"That feels incredible."

Fang Fan clenched his fist. Dark purple arcs danced across his fingertips, crackling softly.

Sensing the surge in Fang Fan's Soul Power, Bibi Dong's eyes flashed with amazement.

"Fan'er, Level 66? An 80,000-year Soul Ring let you break through six levels in a row. You wouldn't find another opportunity like that anywhere on the Douluo Continent."

She paused, then sighed.

"Back then, it took me a long time to go from Level 60 to Level 66. Your luck is enough to make anyone jealous."

"Congratulations, husband!" Zhu Zhuqing stepped forward, heartfelt joy softening her cool features and pride filling her eyes.

Fang Fan smiled and ruffled her hair, then turned to Bibi Dong.

"Master, let's help Zhuqing hunt a Soul Ring next. I know where the Man Faced Demon Spider lives. I'll lead the way."

"You know where the Man Faced Demon Spider is?"

Bibi Dong raised an eyebrow. How did this boy know everything?

Then again, her disciple already had plenty of secrets. One more hardly mattered.

She nodded, swept Fang Fan and Zhu Zhuqing up with her Soul Power, and flew deeper into the forest.

The three passed through dense woods and entered a dark, damp valley.

The trees here grew more twisted, webs covered the branches, and a cloying, bloody smell hung in the air.

"This is it."

Fang Fan scanned the area and, relying on his memories from his previous life, quickly located the Man Faced Demon Spider's nest.

His feelings were complicated—

In his previous life, Tang San had been ambushed by a Man Faced Demon Spider here and obtained the Eight Spider Lances, an External Soul Bone.

Now that Tang San wasn't here, Fang Fan would claim that opportunity.

Without Tang San, will this 2,000-year-old Man Faced Demon Spider still drop an External Soul Bone?

Deep in the nest, a Man Faced Demon Spider the size of an ox lay in wait atop its web.

Its body was dark green, with a hideous human-face pattern on its back. Its eight legs looked like poisoned spears, glinting coldly.

"Zhuqing, you'll kill this 2,000-year-old Man Faced Demon Spider," Fang Fan said.

Bibi Dong made no move to intervene.

A 2,000-year-old Man Faced Demon Spider posed no threat to Fang Fan, and this was a chance for Zhu Zhuqing to gain experience.

Fang Fan flashed forward and struck with his palm. Blue Soul Power instantly engulfed the spider.

The spider let out a piercing screech. Its eight legs thrashed wildly, but Fang Fan's Soul Power pinned it in place.

Fang Fan did not kill it. He simply restrained it completely, then stepped aside. "Zhuqing, now."

Zhu Zhuqing's eyes sharpened, and her Nether Civet Martial Soul instantly possessed her.

A blue blur flashed. She moved with ghostly speed, displaying astonishing agility even before absorbing the Eight Spider Lances.

She circled behind the spider, found its weak point, and killed it with a single strike.

A purple Soul Ring slowly rose from the spider's corpse. Zhu Zhuqing sat cross-legged and began absorbing it.

With Fang Fan's earlier experience to guide her, absorbing the 2,000-year Soul Ring went smoothly. In less than an hour, it had fully merged with her.

At the same time, light flashed across the spider's corpse—

Eight translucent, crystalline bones shaped like spider spears emerged. They were the Eight Spider Lances, an External Soul Bone.

"An External Soul Bone!"

Zhu Zhuqing looked at Fang Fan in delight, disbelief filling her eyes.

Fang Fan smiled faintly, relieved.

It seemed this opportunity had never belonged to Tang San alone. It belonged to whoever could find the spider and defeat it.

Zhu Zhuqing absorbed the Eight Spider Lances, and her Soul Power surged again.

The Immortal Herbs she had absorbed at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well released their stored power. Her Soul Power climbed from Level 30 through Level 32, Level 33, and Level 34... before finally settling at Level 35.

Eight spider lances spread behind her, gleaming cold blue. They blended perfectly with the aura of her Nether Civet Martial Soul, making her look all the more beautiful—and deadly.

Zhu Zhuqing rose, feeling the new power within her. She could barely contain her excitement.

She turned to Fang Fan, threw herself into his arms, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him.

Fang Fan froze for an instant, then slipped an arm around her slender waist.

Her lips were soft and slightly cool. They trembled a little, yet her kiss was unwavering.

Beside them, Bibi Dong coughed softly, a flicker of awkwardness crossing her face.

These youngsters kiss whenever they feel like it. Have they forgotten their master is standing right here?

Yet as she watched them embrace, a complicated feeling stirred in her heart—part envy, part wistfulness. How wonderful it is to be young.

Hearing the cough, Zhu Zhuqing pulled away at once, blushing as she stepped aside. Even the tips of her ears had turned red.

Fang Fan, on the other hand, looked perfectly composed. Only his smile had deepened.

The three spent several more days training in the forest. Once Zhu Zhuqing had fully mastered the Eight Spider Lances and her new Soul Skill, they left the Star Dou Great Forest.

"Fan'er, I need to return to the Papal Palace," Bibi Dong said.

"I've been away so long that Government affairs have piled up. If I don't go back and deal with them, Spirit Hall will fall into chaos."

She paused and looked at Fang Fan again, her tone carrying a rare note of concern.

"You're going to the Heaven Dou Empire, so be careful. I'll have Pufferfish follow you discreetly. If you run into anything you can't handle, send word back at once."

"Thank you, Master."

Fang Fan nodded and watched Bibi Dong become a streak of light that vanished into the sky.

Meanwhile, the Shrek group entered the Star Dou Great Forest to hunt a Soul Beast for Tang San's third Soul Ring. But he never encountered the Man Faced Demon Spider, leaving him with the feeling that he had missed an enormous opportunity.

Several days later, Fang Fan and Zhu Zhuqing entered Heaven Dou City.

Fang Fan glanced around casually.

Zhu Zhuqing walked beside him. One was handsome and tall, the other stunning and coolly elegant, drawing frequent looks from passersby.

After they had wandered for about half an hour, a commotion rose from the crowd ahead. An old man with long, jade-green hair strode toward them, accompanied by a tall, slender woman.

The old man was Poison Douluo, Dugu Bo.

He had been out shopping with his granddaughter when he spotted Fang Fan. He hurried over and bowed respectfully.

"Greetings, Your Highness!"

Fang Fan nodded slightly, but his gaze drifted to the woman beside Dugu Bo.

She was strikingly beautiful and looked about eighteen or nineteen. Her long, dark green hair fell smoothly to her waist, gleaming coolly in the sunlight.

Her features were finely sculpted, her expression equal parts spirited and alluring. Most striking were her narrow eyes: their pale green irises resembled emeralds hidden in a deep pool, lending her a cold, dangerous beauty reminiscent of a snake.

Her calves were long and shapely, and her skin was so fair it was almost translucent, glowing softly in the sunlight. It was hard to look away.

Fang Fan's gaze lingered on her legs for a moment. Dugu Yan really is beautiful, and her figure is outstanding. Those legs in particular—long, straight, and fair.

"Hurry and pay your respects to His Highness. He saved our whole family!" Seeing his granddaughter staring, Dugu Bo urged her sternly.

Dugu Yan came to her senses and bowed at once. "Dugu Yan greets Your Highness."