Hundred Thousand Year Spider Emperor Right Arm Bone! A Match Between Dragon and Sword?

Qian Xunji took the secret report, his gaze falling on the place name, and his brows suddenly furrowed.

"So this is it?"

He glanced at the location of the tavern again, his previously gloomy expression gradually turning serious.

He was familiar with this town; the tavern hidden in a secluded corner was the entrance to the Slaughter City!

"Did Tang Chen enter the Slaughter City?"

Qian Xunji muttered to herself.

The Spirit Hall and the Slaughter City have a long-standing agreement, and the Pope of all generations are naturally aware of the existence of this place.

The two sides are not subordinate to each other, but they are not completely without contact either.

Those villains who find no place in the outside world who enter it do not easily leave, which is why the Spirit Hall allows it to continue to exist.

But what is Tang Chen's identity?

Why would a level 99 Peerless Douluo enter that place alone, and why has there been no news of him for so many years?

Qian Xunji slowly sat down, pressing his finger against the secret report. After a moment, he looked up and said, "Go and summon the person in charge of liaison affairs for the Slaughter City."

The attendant quickly agreed.

Qian Xunji then said:

"Have him take the portrait with him and try to find out if such a person went in back then, and what happened after he went in."

"Remember, ask for information first; don't rush in with people."

We've only found one clue so far, and we can't be sure if Tang Chen is still inside. If we clash with the Slaughter City before we've even gotten the information, it might cut off our path forward.

The attendant hesitated and said:

"Should we send a message to the Clear Sky Sect first?"

Qian Xunji pondered for a moment, then shook his head.

"Let's wait until we have definite information."

He folded the secret report again, a hint of anticipation gradually appearing in his eyes. If he could really find Tang Chen, things would be much easier from there.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, in the small courtyard behind the mountain.

Bibi Dong followed Yu Xiaogang into the courtyard, she saw Li Qingshan place a jade box on the stone table.

"Dong'er, come here for a moment."

As the girl approached, Li Qingshan raised his hand and lifted the lid of the box, from which a layer of purplish-black light immediately overflowed.

Inside the box, a complete left arm bone lay quietly, its surface covered with fine lines resembling Spider Web.

The Death Spider Emperor within Bibi Dong's body sensed something as soon as it got close.

"Is this Soul Bone?" Her gaze froze, and then she sensed the power contained within it, causing her to unconsciously soften her breathing.

Li Qingshan nodded slightly and said, "This is a 100,000-year-old left arm bone of the Death Spider Emperor, for you."

"Soul Ring that's a hundred thousand years old?!" Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice, Bibi Dong also suddenly raised her head, her eyes filled with astonishment.

She knew that Soul Bone were precious, and she understood even more what Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone meant. She had just become a disciple, and her teacher had immediately brought out such a treasure.

"Teacher, this is too precious..."

Li Qingshan pushed the jade box in front of her and said calmly:

"Your Martial Soul is the Death Spider Emperor, and your left arm hasn't been fused with any other Soul Bone. This Soul Bone is compatible with you; could keeping it be more valuable than using it on you?"

Bibi Dong looked down at the Soul Bone, no longer in a hurry to refuse. After a moment, she asked earnestly, "Teacher, shall I begin absorbing it now?"

Li Qingshan glanced around and nodded, saying, "Let's go to the meditation room first. Focus on circulating your Soul Power during the fusion process; I'll be there to protect you."

Bibi Dong then picked up the jade box and solemnly agreed.

"This disciple will follow Master's instructions."

Quiet room.

Bibi Dong sat cross-legged and, following Li Qingshan's instructions, slowly channeled her Soul Power into her left arm bone.

A purplish-black light gradually rose and spread upwards along her palm.

As the two forces came into contact, the phantom of the Death Spider Emperor unfolded behind him, and the Soul Bone gradually approached his left arm.

Bibi Dong frowned slightly, her fingers unconsciously tensing.

"Don't rush to activate your Martial Soul, stabilize your Soul Power first." Li Qingshan's voice came from beside him.

She slowed down her movements as instructed, and the initially rapid surge of energy gradually subsided.

Yu Xiaogang stood guard outside the door, wanting to peek inside several times, but fearing he might disturb them, he could only stand still again.

Chen Jianjun, carrying tea, passed by and, seeing the scene, couldn't help but laugh, "Your teacher is inside, what are you worried about?"

Yu Xiaogang was a little embarrassed.

"This disciple knows, but..."

"I just can't sit still," the old man replied, placing another teacup on the stone table. "Come and wait here. If anything happens, you can't help just by standing at the door."

Yu Xiaogang then sat down.

The door to the quiet room was not reopened until the afternoon of the following day.

Bibi Dong followed behind Li Qingshan. The purplish-black markings on her left arm had disappeared, and her aura was more refined than before.

Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang immediately stood up and asked:

"How about it?"

The girl raised her left hand, clenched it gently, a smile appearing on her lips, and said softly, "It's fused together. But I still need to gradually familiarize myself with and utilize its power."

"That's good." Yu Xiaogang handed over the warm water he had prepared beforehand and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Chen Jianjun looked at the two of them, smiled and shook his head, then led Li Qingshan to the table.

Just as they sat down, Yu Yuanzhen's voice came from outside the courtyard.

"Your Majesty, have you been satisfied with the hospitality provided by the sect recently?"

Li Qingshan rose to greet him, smiling, "Sect Master Yu, your arrival is just in time. Please sit down and have a cup of tea with me."

Yu Yuanzhen greeted Chen Jianjun, then glanced at the girl beside his son. Seeing that the two looked relaxed, a smile appeared on his face as well.

After chatting for a while, he asked:

"Now that Miss Bibi Dong has been brought back, arrangements are being made for the two exchanges. I wonder what Your Majesty's next plans are?"

Li Qingshan put down his teacup and said seriously:

"I plan to take my disciples north to reunite with the few who remained at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and then train them along the way. They each have their own strengths now, and it's time for them to learn to cultivate in different places."

However, before he could actually set off, he needed to find time to absorb the seven God-bestowed Soul Ring he had left for the Heartless Sword one by one.

Yu Yuanzhen looked at Yu Xiaogang, nodded slowly, and then said:

"This child has studied a lot in the past, but has had few opportunities to actually go out. I am naturally relieved that he can broaden his horizons by following Your Majesty."

He paused, as if he had something else to say.

Li Qingshan laughed:

"Sect Master Yu, if there's anything else, please speak freely."

Yu Yuanzhen smiled as well, and then solemnly cupped his hands in greeting.

"These days, I've often seen Elder Chen discussing swordsmanship with you, and I'm quite tempted. Before I depart, would I be so fortunate as to request a single pointer from Your Excellency?"

Yu Xiaogang was slightly taken aback and subconsciously looked at his father.

Yu Yuanzhen, however, looked serious and said:

"I know that my cultivation level is far inferior to Your Majesty's. However, when I spar with the elders of my clan, I can hardly truly test my own shortcomings."

Li Qingshan nodded slightly after hearing this.

"Alright. I'd also like to experience Sect Master Yu's Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon."

Chen Jianjun put down his teacup, his eyes immediately showing interest. Then, Yu Yuanzhen stood up, smiling and extending his hand in invitation.

"There is another place for the competition on the back mountain, quite far from where the clansmen live. Your Majesty, please!"