The Amethyst Flying Scorpion circled Han Changming incessantly, letting out shrill hisses as its stinger swayed from side to side.
Han Changming took out a small jet-black flower. It had four round petals and gave off a sickly sweet stench.
A Soul-Shattering Flower. It grew one petal every three hundred years; four petals meant this Soul-Shattering Flower was over twelve hundred years old.
Han Changming fed it to the Amethyst Flying Scorpion, which let out delighted hisses.
Every so often, Han Changming fed the Amethyst Flying Scorpion poisonous herbs and toxic substances, which benefited its advancement.
That was only because Han Changming had advanced to the Void Refinement Stage, and the Han Clan had established footholds on multiple cultivation planets to gather cultivation resources. Before that, the Amethyst Flying Scorpion had never received such treatment.
As for the inner core of the sixth-rank Human-Faced Scorpion, Han Changming had no plans to let it consume it for the time being.
The Amethyst Flying Scorpion had not been a fifth-rank upper-grade beast for long. Even if it consumed the inner core of a sixth-rank Human-Faced Scorpion, it would not immediately advance to the sixth rank. If advancing to the sixth rank were so easy, other Void Refinement cultivators would have long since raised batches of sixth-rank spirit beasts.
After consuming a Soul-Shattering Flower over twelve hundred years old, the Amethyst Flying Scorpion was still unsatisfied.
Han Changming took out five eight-hundred-year-old Heartbreak Grasses and fed them to the Amethyst Flying Scorpion.
He now had an independent spirit herb garden, with clan members cultivating spirit herbs for him.
Having eaten and drunk its fill, the Amethyst Flying Scorpion beat its wings excitedly, crying out cheerfully as it flew back the way it had come.
Han Changming entered a secret chamber, sat down cross-legged,