81: Chapter 81 The Eight Spider Lances No More Pig Hairs to Plucking

Amidst the curtain of rain, the struggle between Tang San and Dai Mubai continued. The wind from their fists exploded as it carried the rainwater, and the muffled thuds of Soul Power collisions rang out one after another.

The local Spirit Masters watching from the roadside were already stunned, whispering to each other with faces full of amazement.

"My god! This young man looks only in his teens, right? He's actually already a Spirit Elder!"

"Blue Silver Grass, such a trash Spirit, can actually go back and forth with the White Tiger Spirit? This is too ridiculous!"

"No wonder Miss Xiao Wu could establish a foothold in Soto City; she actually has such a powerful figure by her side!"

But in stark contrast to the amazement of the local Spirit Masters, the interest in watching the spectacle had long since vanished from the faces of the transmigrators on the street. Only shock and bewilderment remained, along with a few hints of undisguised panic.

One of them stared fixedly at Tang San in the rain, looking at the two spirit rings lighting up beneath his feet and sensing the steady level thirty-one Soul Power fluctuation from his body. His head buzzed, and he almost lost his composure.

"That's not right... In the original work, at Tang San's age, he had just graduated from Nuoding Academy and was at most a level twenty-nine Spirit Grandmaster. The Opportunity for the Man Faced Demon Spider hadn't been taken yet, and the Eight Spider Lances weren't in his hands. How is he already a level thirty-one Spirit Elder now?!"

The companion beside him also realized it, and the expression on his face instantly collapsed. He cursed in a low voice, "Holy shit! Doesn't that mean the Opportunity for the Man Faced Demon Spider is gone? The Eight Spider Lances are gone too?!"

As soon as he said this, several Loose Cultivator transmigrators nearby with good hearing instantly turned pale.

Among this group of people, they were already divided into several factions.

Either they were the Anti-Tang San Faction, thinking of intercepting opportunities early to suppress or even eliminate Tang San to avoid being purged by the original plot in the future.

Or they were 'Tang San Loyal Dogs' with the intention of clinging to his greatness. Even if they weren't Loose Cultivators without backgrounds or resources, they simply hoped to follow Tang San, latching onto the future Sea God's thigh early to get a taste of the Immortal Plants from the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well or pick up a fragment of the Eight Spider Lances, so they could also follow him in his Ascension to the Divine Realm in the future.

But now, Tang San had jumped directly to a level thirty-one Spirit Elder. What did this signify?

It meant that Tang San's core Opportunity in the original work—hunting the Man Faced Demon Spider and obtaining the external Spirit Bone, the Eight Spider Lances—had either already been taken by him or completely missed!

A tall, thin Loose Cultivator transmigrator instantly grew anxious, clenching his fists and muttering to himself.

"Impossible... Absolutely impossible! The Eight Spider Lances are Tang San's most core Opportunity in the early stages; how could he have taken them early? No, even if he's level thirty-one, he might not have taken the Man Faced Demon Spider, right? Maybe there's still a chance..."

"Chance my ass!"

Another round-faced transmigrator nearby directly broke down, his voice extremely low yet full of despair: "Did you forget? Half a year ago, several of us went to the Sunset Forest together and searched that entire area where Tang San hunted the Man Faced Demon Spider in the original work. Forget a thousand-year Man Faced Demon Spider, there weren't even a few hundred-year ones left! And the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well—we went there too, and they didn't even leave us a single blade of grass! The spring water has turned into ordinary water!"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of several Loose Cultivator transmigrators nearby instantly turned ashen.

Most of these people had come for Tang San's opportunities.

The Eight Spider Lances, the Immortal Plants of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, and the Tang Sect Hidden Weapons Secret Manual—these were the only chances for this group of ordinary transmigrators to change their fate against the heavens in this World.

But now, the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well had long been emptied, and it looked like the Opportunity for the Eight Spider Lances was gone. Their only hope had completely fallen through.

"Then what do we do now?" a female transmigrator's voice trembled. "The Immortal Plants are gone, the external Spirit Bone is gone. What else can we rely on? Are we really going to be bottom-tier Spirit Masters in this World for the rest of our lives?"

By the window of the private booth, the wine cup in Lin Mo's hand creaked as he squeezed it, his face so dark it looked like it could drip water. His subordinates beside him also panicked, whispering, "Boss, Tang San's progress is completely wrong! He reached Spirit Elder early; the Eight Spider Lances are most likely already in his hands. Our previous plans were all for nothing!"

"What's the panic?" Lin Mo barked coldly, though the fluster in his eyes couldn't be hidden. "Without the Eight Spider Lances and without the Immortal Plants, is Tang San no longer the future Sea God? As long as he is still the core of the plot, he still has utility value. Even without those opportunities, he still has the Tang Sect Secret Manuals and the secret of the twin spirits. These are all things we want!"

But despite saying so, he knew clearly in his heart that Tang San's growth trajectory had completely deviated from the original work, and the script in their hands was becoming more and more useless.

They had never considered that the 'Tang San' back home was actually the same Tang San; they had all run to Soto City to find the so-called 'real' Tang San.

On the other side, Yu Tianmeng closed his umbrella and leaned against a pillar, his brow furrowed tightly.

He had originally thought that when Tang San went to hunt the Man Faced Demon Spider, he would follow along to join the fun, perhaps pick up some scraps, or at the very least use the Opportunity to get in touch with Tang San and see if he could exchange some plot information.

But now, Tang San was directly level thirty-one; his calculations had completely fallen through.

"Great, just perfect. The only small Opportunity I could have piggybacked on is gone too." Yu Tianmeng curled his lip and complained inwardly, "So all the wool that could be sheared has been sheared clean in advance? Can this crappy World even leave a way out for transmigrators?"

Many transmigrators also fell into silence at this moment.

"This is troublesome. Tang San's growth trajectory is completely messed up. All the plot points we predicted before are now void. The Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well is empty, the Eight Spider Lances are gone. Next, even if he goes to Shrek, the plot will absolutely not follow the original work."

"Damn it, what kind of mess is this? The plot has collapsed so much it's unrecognizable!"

A plot advantage is only an advantage when one person knows it. When everyone knows, that advantage becomes common knowledge and loses its uniqueness.

There was still a rational transmigrator who took a deep breath, suppressed the panic in his heart, and forced himself to calm down: "Don't panic. If it collapses, it collapses. Tang San, the core anchor, is still here, and the Shrek Academy plot point is still here. Even without the Eight Spider Lances and Immortal Plants, the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament, Slaughter City, and Sea God Island—these major plot nodes won't just vanish into thin air. We still have time; let's keep watching."

But just as he finished speaking, from the back of the crowd, a clear and somewhat flighty young man's voice suddenly rang out, piercing through the rain and noise, clearly reaching everyone's ears:

"Hey, hey, hey! What are you all huddling together for? What's so exciting? Can you let me see too?"

The rain was heavy, and everyone's attention was focused on the two people fighting in the rain; no one paid any mind to the voice behind them.

After all, in this kind of spectacle-watching occasion, there were plenty of people trying to squeeze in; no one would specifically make way for a stranger.

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