"Since everything is settled, I'll be taking my leave."
"I wish everyone the best of luck."
Seeing that Zhao Wuji had no intention of stopping him, Bai Mu waved and walked toward the edge of the village.
"Oh, right!"
Just as he was about to leave the clearing, he suddenly turned back and looked at Tang San.
"Oh right, Little San."
"Hmm?"
Tang San was taken aback.
"You haven't absorbed a Spirit Bone yet, have you?"
Bai Mu asked with a smile.
"No."
Tang San shook his head. Spirit Bones were extremely rare—he had never even seen one before.
"What a coincidence. I happened to obtain a Spirit Bone before—a nearly ten-thousand-year Poison-attribute Right Arm Spirit Bone."
"The attribute doesn't suit me at all, and keeping it around just takes up space. Next time we meet, I'll give it to you. It should be a big help for your cultivation of the Poison Dao."
Bai Mu's tone was casual, as if he were talking about something utterly insignificant.
The moment his words fell, the entire area went dead silent.
Dai Mubai suddenly looked up. Oscar's sausage slipped from his hand and fell to the ground. Xiao Wu froze in place.
"Giving away… a nearly ten-thousand-year Spirit Bone for free?!"
Even Ning Rongrong's mouth fell slightly open, her eyes wide.
As the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, her knowledge far exceeded that of ordinary people—and because of that, she understood even more clearly just how valuable a nearly ten-thousand-year Spirit Bone was.
Even Spirit Douluo-level experts rarely managed to gather a complete set of Spirit Bones, let alone Titled Douluo.
Including her beloved Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone.
"This… this isn't appropriate…"
Tang San was also stunned and hurriedly waved his hands.
"I can't accept something so valuable without having done anything in return!"
He truly didn't think his relationship with Bai Mu was close enough for such a gift.
"Small matter."
Bai Mu smiled unconcernedly.
"I'm not short on money, and the Spirit Bone's attribute doesn't match me. Keeping it would just let it gather dust. That's settled."
Although Spirit Bones had a low drop rate, he had hunted countless Spirit Beasts over the past year.
After killing so many, he had triggered the guaranteed drop mechanism multiple times.
There were thousand-year and even ten-thousand-year Spirit Bones—but unfortunately, none of them truly suited him.
As for why he wanted to give it away—
Naturally, it was because Tang Hao possessed a Clear Sky Sect legacy Right Arm Spirit Bone.
According to the information Bai Mu had obtained, the Spirit Ability contained within that Spirit Bone was a pure power-amplification type.
Because of his existence, Tang San's original Spirit Bones from Da Ming, Er Ming, and Xiao Wu were no longer possible.
But if Tang San were to inherit that power-type Spirit Bone in the future, combined with the Clear Sky Hammer's Great Sumeru Hammer and Ring Explosion, the resulting power would be absolutely terrifying.
As Tang San's best brother in the Douluo world, Bai Mu absolutely could not allow him to absorb this kind of "trash" Spirit Bone that "lacked offensive power."
He wanted to help Tang San lock in a suitable Spirit Bone in advance and guide him onto the most "perfect" path—completely preventing inferior Spirit Bones from polluting Tang San's Spirit Bone slots.
If circumstances allowed, he even wanted to personally outfit Tang San with a full set of top-tier Poison Dao Spirit Bones.
Of course, no one knew Bai Mu's true thoughts.
Anyone who heard his words would never suspect he had ulterior motives.
On the contrary, they could only feel that Tang San was unbelievably lucky—and wonder why they didn't have such a generous brother.
"This is truly… extraordinary."
In the shadows, Tang Hao concealed his aura, his heart filled with shock.
If he obtained such a precious Spirit Bone, even if he couldn't use it himself, he would never give it away so casually.
"This child doesn't just have terrifying talent—his generosity and breadth of spirit far surpass ordinary people…"
"If he can join hands with Little San in the future, he'll surely be a great help in taking revenge on Spirit Hall!"
Tang Hao had already begun imagining the scene of Bai Mu and Tang San fighting side by side, forcing Spirit Hall to kneel and repent.
He had no idea that Bai Mu's true objective was, in fact, the complete opposite.
"Alright, I'm really leaving now."
Bai Mu waved goodbye one last time, turned around, and walked out of the construction site and out of Shrek Academy at an unhurried pace, disappearing down the road.
"Sigh…"
Zhao Wuji stood in place, his expression shifting repeatedly before finally turning into a long sigh.
He really was old now—no longer possessing the sharp vigor of his youth.
"…Good brother."
Tang San stared in the direction Bai Mu had vanished, his eyes filled with complicated emotions.
Zhu Zhuqing stood dazed, as if she could still feel the lingering warmth of his hand ruffling her hair.
"It seems… I managed to bluff my way through."
After walking several kilometers, Bai Mu suddenly smiled meaningfully.
In the empty space beside him, a person and a dog canceled their invisibility and slowly appeared.
"Little Soft, your performance in that fight was excellent."
A gentleman does not stand beneath a collapsing wall. Since Bai Mu had dared to act so boldly in front of Zhao Wuji, he had naturally made preparations in advance.
'I only did what I could.'
Zygarde nodded calmly.
That confrontation with Zhao Wuji had genuinely allowed it to make considerable progress. Many tactics it rarely used had been applied in that battle.
But what concerned it more was—
'When are you going to obtain a spirit ring and break through?'
Being stuck at level forty for half a year had already made it restless, eager to grow stronger.
"Don't rush. Wait a few more months."
Bai Mu released Z2, his eyes flashing with a calculating light.
"Right now, we have something more important to do."
"Without further delay—let's move out!"
Bai Mu swung his leg up and mounted Z2, raising his hand to point north.
"Awoo?"
Z2 looked back with grievance.
Me again?
When there's a real fight, I'm never called. But the moment a mount is needed, I'm first in line?
Is that really fair?
Bai Mu: "Is that really how you see me?"
"Awoo?"
Z2 tilted its head. Isn't it?
"Are you seriously using that head tilt? You're breaking my heart!"
Bai Mu put on an expression of profound sorrow.
"You are my ultimate secret weapon—the trump card among trump cards! How could I casually let you participate in meaningless battles and expose yourself to the public eye?"
"In order to grow stronger, I plan to send you abroad later. When that happens, we won't have much time together, so we need to cherish every moment we have now!"
"Doesn't that make perfect sense?"
"…Awoo~"
Z2 hesitated, then nodded.
"That's settled! Charge!"
"Awoo~!"
At Bai Mu's command, Z2 shot forward like lightning.
After charging for several kilometers, it suddenly realized—
Wait.
Something feels wrong.
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One day later, the towering city walls of Heaven Dou City once again came into view.
The imperial capital remained prosperous and bustling, carriages flowing like dragons and crowds weaving endlessly.
Bai Mu found an ordinary inn and settled in. After a bit of disguise, he wandered the streets like a normal traveler.
Dugu Bo had been staying at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well these past few days, giving him no opportunity to act.
Rather than waiting, Bai Mu decided to look around and see if he could find something new.
For that purpose, he headed to the most information-rich place—the teahouse.
"Have you heard? The Royal Auction House is holding a large-scale auction next week!"
"They say there are plenty of good items this time—rare metals, spirit tools, and even Spirit Bones!"
"Don't even think about the Spirit Bones. I heard they also captured a batch of special slaves. Tsk tsk, the quality…"
The conversation of several wealthy-looking merchants at the next table drifted into his ears.
Bai Mu lifted his teacup and listened quietly.
"Too bad the entry requirement alone requires verified assets of two hundred thousand gold coins. We'll probably just watch the excitement."
Hearing this, Bai Mu raised an eyebrow slightly.
He subconsciously touched the Storage Bracelet on his wrist, fused from a Storage Ring.
Inside were all his possessions: eighty thousand gold coins, a few Spirit Bones, plus scattered materials and the fangs of that Tusk Hunter.
"I'm so poor I don't even qualify to get in."
Bai Mu sighed inwardly.
He had once thought that extorting one hundred thousand gold coins back then was an astronomical sum.
Now it seemed…
He really had been too young back then.
"I need to find a way to make another fortune."
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