Black World, Shrek Academy.
At this moment, the atmosphere inside the academy was unusually quiet.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the Heavenly Curtain overhead.
The more they watched, the more painful it became.
Especially for Ma Hongjun.
The fat phoenix stared at the image of Yu Xiaogang in the Heavenly Curtain with a bitter expression.
He felt as though he had just swallowed an entire basket of lemons.
Everything was sour.
Incredibly sour.
"My god..."
"How is it that the Grandmaster over there gets all the good things?"
Ma Hongjun couldn't help but complain.
The more he thought about it, the more depressed he became.
First, Yu Xiaogang had discovered the secret of Whale Gel.
Then he obtained a thousand-year spirit ring as his very first spirit ring.
After that came the external spirit bone from his second spirit ring.
Then there was his heaven-defying martial soul, Little Dragon.
And now?
Now he had casually killed a Spirit Saint only to discover that the guy was carrying not one, but two ten-thousand-year spirit bones.
Two!
Did spirit bones grow on trees around him or something?
Ma Hongjun felt like crying.
Was the heavens being a little too biased?
No.
This wasn't bias anymore.
This was outright favoritism.
Beside him, Oscar's expression wasn't much better.
Dai Mubai looked equally depressed.
Even Zhu Zhuqing's normally calm face twitched slightly.
As for Zhao Wuji and Flender...
The two old men were staring at the Heavenly Curtain with expressions that looked as though someone had stolen all their money.
The feeling was unbearable.
Even Ning Rongrong, who had long since started treating Yu Xiaogang as an idol, couldn't remain calm.
Her admiration was genuine.
But even idols should have limits.
"Senior..."
Ning Rongrong muttered under her breath.
"It's fine if you use cheats."
"But isn't this a little excessive?"
Everyone silently nodded.
Exactly.
This was simply unreasonable.
At that moment, Zhao Wuji suddenly spoke.
"By the way..."
"Does the Blood Hand Organization still exist in our world?"
The moment he asked, several pairs of eyes turned toward him.
Flender immediately understood what Zhao Wuji was thinking.
The principal rolled his eyes.
"Stop dreaming."
"Even if they still exist, they're probably finished."
Zhao Wuji looked puzzled.
"Why?"
Flender pointed toward the Heavenly Curtain.
"Two ten-thousand-year spirit bones."
His voice became serious.
"Do you understand what that means?"
Before Zhao Wuji could answer, Flender continued.
"That level of treasure is enough to make multiple Titled Douluo move personally."
"If news spreads, every major force on the continent will start hunting them."
"Do you really think you'll have a chance to snatch something before a Titled Douluo arrives?"
The words immediately extinguished Zhao Wuji's greed.
The image of a certain terrifying figure flashed through his mind.
Clear Sky Douluo.
Tang Hao.
Back then, Tang Hao hadn't even used his martial soul.
Yet Zhao Wuji had been beaten so badly that he nearly doubted his own existence.
Compared to a Titled Douluo, he was practically an ant.
Thinking about that memory, Zhao Wuji immediately gave up.
"Forget I said anything."
Flender snorted.
"That's more like it."
Meanwhile, across the entire Douluo Continent, countless people shared similar thoughts.
The moment the Heavenly Curtain revealed the existence of two ten-thousand-year spirit bones, the entire continent erupted.
---
Spirit Hall.
Inside a luxurious hall, Chrysanthemum Douluo was clutching his chest dramatically.
His face was filled with pain.
"Damn it!"
"Why didn't we ever encounter these Blood Hand people?"
"Those are two spirit bones!"
Two ten-thousand-year spirit bones!
As a Titled Douluo himself, Chrysanthemum Douluo possessed tremendous strength.
Yet even now, he didn't own a single spirit bone.
And now he was watching another version of himself casually kill a Spirit Saint and obtain two of them.
How could he not feel jealous?
He was practically dying from envy.
Ghost Douluo, standing beside him, was much calmer.
At least on the surface.
However, his eyes betrayed his true emotions.
After a moment of silence, he spoke.
"The Blood Hand Organization still exists."
"Their leader is still alive."
Chrysanthemum Douluo blinked.
Ghost Douluo continued.
"What are we waiting for?"
The next second, both men exchanged glances.
Their eyes lit up simultaneously.
Without another word, they immediately turned and left.
They had originally planned to leave Spirit City and lie low for a while.
Now they had a far better destination.
Spirit bones.
Unfortunately for them, when Bibi Dong later sent someone to summon the two elders, she received only one response.
"They accepted a mission and left."
The result?
Another round of destruction inside the Pope's Palace.
Several expensive decorations suffered a tragic fate that day.
---
Elsewhere on the continent.
The Blood Hand Organization was experiencing an entirely different kind of disaster.
"Stop right there!"
"Hand over the spirit bones!"
"Don't let him escape!"
Dozens of figures raced through the forest.
At the very front was a middle-aged man whose face had become twisted with rage.
The Blood Hand Boss.
The owner of the two spirit bones.
Or rather...
The former owner.
The moment the Heavenly Curtain exposed his secret, everything changed.
The spirit bones he had hidden for years instantly became a death sentence.
Even worse, the people chasing him weren't enemies.
They were his own subordinates.
His own organization had rebelled.
Everyone wanted the spirit bones.
Everyone wanted his life.
The Blood Hand Boss felt endless hatred toward the Heavenly Curtain.
If he could destroy it, he would do so without hesitation.
"Aaaaahhh!"
His furious roar echoed through the forest.
"Damn Heavenly Curtain!"
"I'll kill your ancestors!"
Unfortunately, the Heavenly Curtain remained completely unaffected.
And his pursuers continued closing in.
---
Inside the Heavenly Curtain.
The video continued.
The Blood Hand Boss's corpse lay motionless on the ground.
Beside him rested two dazzling spirit bones.
Their appearance instantly attracted everyone's attention.
Lin Lang's breathing became heavy.
His hands trembled uncontrollably.
Even with decades of experience, he found it difficult to remain calm.
"Two ten-thousand-year spirit bones..."
His voice shook slightly.
The temptation was overwhelming.
To be honest, he was using every ounce of self-control he possessed to stop himself from grabbing the spirit bones and running away.
After all...
These were spirit bones.
Treasures capable of changing a person's fate.
Yue Guan and Gui Mei weren't much better.
The two Spirit Douluo stared at the spirit bones with burning eyes.
Even Bibi Dong couldn't remain indifferent.
However, after the initial excitement faded, a difficult question emerged.
How should they divide the spoils?
The problem wasn't as simple as it seemed.
There were five people present.
But more importantly, those five belonged to two different factions.
Spirit Hall.
And the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect.
Under normal circumstances, each side taking one spirit bone would be perfectly fair.
The real problem was deciding who within each faction would receive it.
On Spirit Hall's side, Bibi Dong possessed the highest status.
She was the disciple of Pope Qian Xunji.
Future Holy Maiden.
Future Pope candidate.
Compared to her, Yue Guan and Gui Mei were clearly lower in rank.
If Bibi Dong weren't present, the two elders could simply discuss the matter among themselves.
But now?
Things were complicated.
The same problem existed on Yu Xiaogang's side.
Lin Lang was a member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect.
He was currently serving as Yu Xiaogang's protector.
Logically speaking, any spoils obtained during the mission belonged to the sect.
He couldn't make the decision alone.
For a while, silence filled the area.
No one spoke.
No one moved.
The atmosphere became increasingly awkward.
Then Yu Xiaogang suddenly broke the silence.
"A right arm bone and a left leg bone."
His gaze swept across the treasures.
A hint of regret appeared in his eyes.
Unfortunately, his father already possessed spirit bones in those positions.
Otherwise, Yu Xiaogang would have fought for them without hesitation.
After all, spirit bones were priceless.
Still, reality was reality.
There was no point dwelling on it.
After a brief pause, Yu Xiaogang calmly said:
"One spirit bone for each side."
"Any objections?"
The moment he spoke, everyone looked toward him.
Even facing multiple Spirit Douluo, Yu Xiaogang showed no fear.
His expression remained calm.
His voice remained steady.
Yue Guan couldn't help raising an eyebrow.
A trace of admiration appeared in his eyes.
"Interesting."
A smile formed on his face.
"You actually have some courage."
Yu Xiaogang met his gaze without flinching.
Yue Guan chuckled.
"We agree."
To outsiders, this conversation might have seemed ordinary.
But Yue Guan understood how dangerous the situation truly was.
Two ten-thousand-year spirit bones were enough to drive people insane.
Enough to make even Titled Douluo kill.
At that moment, Yu Xiaogang and Bibi Dong were standing beside three Spirit Douluo.
If those three became greedy, they could eliminate both youngsters instantly.
No witnesses.
No consequences.
Only rewards.
Yet Yu Xiaogang had still stepped forward and spoken.
That alone earned Yue Guan's respect.
After reaching an agreement, the distribution proceeded smoothly.
Since both spirit bones were of similar age and quality, neither side argued.
One for Spirit Hall.
One for the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect.
Simple.
Fair.
Lin Lang carefully picked up the spirit bone belonging to his side.
The moment it touched his hands, his breathing became uneven.
The treasure felt warm.
Powerful.
Tempting.
For a brief moment, an intense desire surged within him.
He wanted to absorb it immediately.
Right here.
Right now.
Who could resist such a treasure?
Unfortunately...
He couldn't.
He was a member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect.
The spirit bone belonged to the sect.
Not him.
Even if he desperately wanted it, he couldn't make that decision.
A trace of disappointment flashed through his eyes.
Then, at that moment—
Yu Xiaogang suddenly spoke.
"Uncle Lin."
His voice was calm.
Yet the words that followed shocked everyone present.
"If you want to absorb it..."
"Then go ahead."
Instantly, every pair of eyes widened.
The atmosphere froze.
No one had expected Yu Xiaogang to say such a thing.
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