Meng Yiran's process of absorbing the Man-Faced Demon Spider's spirit ring was almost identical to Zhuqing's absorption of the Dark Night Demon Dragon.
A spirit ring from such a super-class spirit beast always contained a fragment of lingering soul.
In the original timeline, Tang San had nearly lost his life fighting the same phenomenon.
But at that time, Tang San was only twelve.
A soul master's body strengthens as they grow — bones, meridians, muscles, everything becomes sturdier.
And someone like Meng Yiran, who trained poisons, hidden weapons, and physical conditioning every single day, absolutely didn't lose to Tang San in physical strength.
However…
her spiritual power was another matter entirely. She might not withstand the spiritual assault of the Man-Faced Demon Spider's remnant soul.
"Longxuan-gege… do you think Meng Yiran can really absorb this spirit ring?"
Zhu Zhuqing's soft voice carried worry.
She was gentle by nature, and seeing Meng Yiran's pale face twisted with pain made her heart ache.
"It's fine," Yuan Longxuan replied calmly.
"I already checked.
Her physical toughness is high. As long as she survives the remnant soul's attack, she'll succeed."
Hearing this, Snake Granny and Dragon Duke still couldn't calm down.
After all—
Soul shock was normally something only a ten-thousand-year spirit beast could produce.
Yet this 1,700-year Man-Faced Demon Spider… actually showed traces of it!
"Your Excellency… my granddaughter, she…"
Dragon Duke finally couldn't hold it in.
This was his most precious granddaughter!
How could a mere Soul Elder withstand an assault equal to soul shock?!
Yuan Longxuan waved lightly, expression indifferent.
"Relax. A thousand-year Man-Faced Demon Spider's mental backlash isn't nearly as terrifying as a real ten-thousand-year soul shock."
Snake Granny and Dragon Duke exhaled shakily.
They had no choice but to trust him.
One hour later…
Meng Yiran's clothes were completely soaked, a small pool of sweat forming beneath her.
Her delicate brows furrowed tightly, and her face had become deathly pale.
But at this moment.....
inside her spiritual sea…
A gigantic, eerie spider crawled forth.
Eight long, thin legs stretched like black lances, each over three meters, the tips razor-sharp.
Its body was plated in slick black chitin, polished to a metallic shine that reflected a ghostly purple radiance.
Beneath its abdomen, interwoven white lines formed a grotesque human face.
The Man-Faced Demon Spider.
The very beast Meng Yiran had helped kill with her final strike.
And judging from its expression… it looked absolutely furious.
After all—
It was knocked unconscious for no reason…
Then woke up to discover it was being absorbed alive.
Man-Faced Demon Spider (rage):
"I'm even more wronged than Dou E!!!"
Its remnant soul had already trapped Meng Yiran's spiritual body on a web of steel-like strands.
Yiran… had lost the internal struggle.
Outside, Yuan Longxuan sensed it immediately through his special soul-sea perception.
He stood up slowly and walked toward her.
Snake Granny and Dragon Duke flinched, their eyes locked onto him nervously.
"Tsk… this little girl is surprisingly stubborn."
Yuan Longxuan murmured and pressed a finger between Meng Yiran's brows.
Buzz.
A streak of nine-colored light surged forth like a dragon tearing through the heavens—
And entered her spiritual sea.
---
Inside Meng Yiran's Spiritual Sea
The remnant soul's fangs hovered a millimeter from her throat.
She could smell the rancid breath of death itself—
But suddenly, it froze.
A pressure so overwhelming it made her entire being tremble descended upon her.
ROOOOAAAAAR!
A deafening dragon roar shook the spiritual sea.
And then she saw it.
A colossal dragon —
Nine-colored scales, vast wings, an aura so ancient and terrifying that her mind nearly collapsed upon seeing it.
The giant dragon's gaze was filled with cold arrogance and disdain.
Not for her —
but for the pitiful insect daring to threaten someone under its protection.
Worse—
Meng Yiran realized the terrifying truth:
Her entire spiritual sea…
was held in the dragon's palm.
To the dragon, she was no more than an ant.
A flare of nine-colored brilliance erupted.
The remnant soul of the Man-Faced Demon Spider evaporated instantly into ash.
The dragon dissipated.
Meng Yiran's spiritual sea returned to calm.
---
Outside
Yuan Longxuan slowly withdrew the thread of aura—
a tiny, diluted fragment of his true essence.
Behind Meng Yiran, three spirit rings rose quietly:
Yellow — Yellow — Purple.
A 1,700-year Man-Faced Demon Spider.
Successfully absorbed.
---
A moment later…
"Hah… hah—cough!"
Meng Yiran gasped for breath as consciousness returned to her body.
Her face remained pale, but she was alive .... and stronger.
This was all Snake Granny and Dragon Duke cared about.
However—
Yiran's first action was searching for Yuan Longxuan.
Her trembling eyes locked onto the young man sitting with Zhuqing.
"T-that… the giant dragon in my spiritual sea… did you… do that?"
Despite her exhaustion, she forced herself to stand.
Stubbornness radiated from her.
Yuan Longxuan glanced at her.
"Not bad. Your willpower gets eighty-five points.
But in my team, your spiritual power is far too weak.
You'll focus on training that."
If measured by the standards of the Dragon King era, her spiritual strength was about 300-plus.
In the Douluo 1 era, a "genius."
In Douluo 3?
Barely above average.
And speaking of Douluo 3…
Tang Wulin, with Golden Dragon King bloodline activated…
couldn't even beat a hundred-year Man-Faced Demon Spider.
Yuan Longxuan:
"…Embarrassing. Truly embarrassing."
The combat strength of the Douluo 3 era was simply tragic.
Four main characters plus three side teammates — seven people in total —
almost got wiped out by a single hundred-year spider.
Hundred-year Man-Faced Demon Spider (Douluo 3):
"Tch. Line up! One at a time! Don't waste my time!"
Douluo 1 vs Man-Faced Demon Spider:
"I think I can kill it."
Douluo 2 vs Man-Faced Demon Spider:
"I might lose, but I can escape."
Douluo 3 vs Man-Faced Demon Spider:
"Just destroy me already… can't beat it, can't outrun it."
Meng Yiran bowed deeply.
"Thank you… truly. Without you, that thing would've devoured my soul."
The memory of being bound, helpless, watching death approach....
she never wanted to experience that again.
Yuan Longxuan waved casually.
"No need for that. I'm your instructor now.
If there's nothing else, say goodbye to your elders.
We're leaving."
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