Chapter 218: Devouring the External Spirit Bone Again
"After them!"
Yu Yuanzhen's face twisted with fury, eyes blazing like molten steel.
Right now, there was only one thought in his mind—kill Tang Hao.
The Mad Dragon Douluo followed close behind as the two dragons chased after Tang Xiao and Tang Hao through the shattered forest.
Meanwhile—deep underground, within a hidden cavern beneath the Sunset Forest—Dugu Feng stood calmly before the unconscious Tang San.
This cavern connected directly to an underground cultivation passage carved by Dugu Feng himself.
Here, he felt safe—untouchable.
Even now, the secret he had learned in the City of Slaughter—that the former master of the Clear Sky Sect still lived—weighed heavily on his mind.
He had kidnapped Tang San through the Emerald Dragon Serpent, letting the serpent swallow him whole, wander the forest briefly to avoid detection, and finally bring him to this concealed lair.
"Tang San… tell me, are you fated or doomed to lose your Eight Spider Lances to me?"
A cold smile crept across Dugu Feng's lips as he gazed at Tang San's limp body lying on the ground.
With a soft sound, eight spider spears burst from Dugu Feng's back.
They drove ruthlessly into Tang San's spine.
Dugu Feng's control of the Eight Spider Lances was unmatched—each leg pierced with perfect precision into one of Tang San's eight ribs.
Purple-black light flared along the lances, spiraling in waves that coursed through Tang San's body and into Dugu Feng's.
"So pleasant… this is the third external spirit bone I've devoured. I really should thank you, Tang San."
Dugu Feng's eyes narrowed with cruel delight.
He absorbed not only the bone's energy but also Tang San's vitality.
Tang San's Blue Silver Grass, in truth the Blue Silver Emperor, carried immense life force, and his body—tempered since youth through the Xuan Tian Record—was incredibly robust.
Last time, in the Star Dou Forest, he had devoured Tang San's external spirit bone in haste, unable to savor it.
Now, he had all the time he needed.
He intended to drain every drop.
On the ground, Tang San remained unconscious.
Having been swallowed by the Emerald Dragon Serpent's venomous body, he had fainted almost instantly.
At that moment, despair had filled his heart.
Why did it always happen—just when he gained his external spirit bone?
"Is it that same evil soul master again?
Don't… don't take my Eight Spider Lances… please!"
That was Tang San's final thought before darkness claimed him.
Now, as Dugu Feng fed, the same dreadful sensation returned.
It was a feeling Tang San knew too well—the sensation that had haunted his dreams since the Star Dou incident, jerking him awake in cold sweat.
It was the slow, helpless drain of life.
It reminded him of a brutal Tang Sect punishment—binding a man's eyes, slashing his wrists, and forcing him to listen to the blood drip from his veins as his strength ebbed away, inch by inch, until death arrived.
That same terror consumed him again.
He struggled to open his eyes but couldn't; his body refused to move.
He could only feel his energy fading, leaving behind an empty shell.
There was no question now—the same monster had returned.
"Why won't you leave me alone?"
"Demon!"
Tang San's heart screamed silently in agony.
He had worked himself to the brink of death to earn that soul bone—training day after day, using the Clear Sky Hammer to temper his flesh, daring to exceed his limits for every spirit ring.
And for what? So another could feast on his achievements?
He would never accept this!
Just when the despair peaked, the sensation stopped.
Tang San's body swayed weakly, pain flooding his limbs.
"Ahh—!"
The agony jolted him awake.
Blinking, he raised his head. All around him—dense foliage and mist.
No cave. No trace of the enemy.
"Who are you? Why… why do this to me? Why not just kill me!"
His cry echoed helplessly through the forest.
No one answered.
Wait—no, there was movement.
Dozens of dim green lights flickered among the trees, closing in fast.
"Gale Demon Wolves?"
Tang San froze in disbelief.
"Courting death. Not even century-old beasts, and you dare approach me?"
If he couldn't find the soul master who had stolen his bone, then these beasts would serve as his outlet.
With trembling hands, he summoned what little strength remained. Six flying knives shot out with weak arcs.
But his aim faltered—the blades missed their vital points, striking near the wolves' throats but not killing them outright.
"I'll let you feel what it's like to bleed to death slowly!"
Hatred burned in Tang San's eyes; reason was gone.
Each knife dripped with poison, and soon the wolves convulsed, collapsing in agony.
None of them died quickly—each howled, writhing in torment.
"AAOOUUU!"
Their shrieks echoed through the forest. Tang San's lips twisted, satisfaction flashing across his bloody face.
"That'll teach you to cross me.
And as for you"—he looked to the sky—"not killing me was your biggest mistake. I'll find you again.
Everything you did to me, I'll repay a hundredfold!"
Rage consumed his voice.
He tried to stand but pain nearly blinded him; his back felt shattered.
Grinding his teeth, he pulled out herbs from his pouch, chewing and swallowing the bitter medicine.
Then he began inner sight.
The result made him almost faint.
His injuries were worse than before—last time, his bones had softened, but his internal energy eventually recovered.
This time, not only were his bones dissolving, but half his blood was gone.
His skin had grown coarse and grayish; he looked ten years older.
The eight holes along his ribs burned with agony—proof of the recent attack.
Most of his soul power was gone, leaving only faint traces of internal energy clinging to his meridians.
Forcing himself to stay conscious, he began circulating Xuan Tian Gong.
The Sunset Forest was no place to linger weak. Without strength, he would become another creature's prey.
Silently, he began to cultivate, guiding his inner power to nourish his body, knitting the torn pathways within.
Pain flooded him like waves of fire, but he clenched his jaw.
"This pain… I'll return it one day."
With that vow, Tang San continued cultivating, inch by inch rebuilding himself through sheer will.
He needed to recover enough to fight again—to wield at least the Zhuge Godly Crossbow, his weapon of survival in this cursed forest.
Elsewhere, in the depths of the cavern, Dugu Feng was elated.
He had absorbed another external spirit bone—and once again, it was an Eight Spider Lances.
The new bone's energy had merged seamlessly into his own, strengthening it further.
He now possessed not one but two sets combined into one, their essence fusing perfectly.
Ruby-colored light shimmered across his chest and back, pulsing brighter and redder than before.
The glow from his upper body deepened until the bloodlight solidified into crystalline brilliance—forming a ruby armor, tightly clinging to his flesh like a second skin.
"Thank you, Tang San," Dugu Feng murmured. "Keep training hard—I'm curious to see what you'll do next."
He flexed slightly, testing the new armor that had become part of his body, a faint smile playing on his lips.
(END CHAPTER)
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