More precisely, Mo Lin looked down on it. Yes, that was right—looked down on it. How could a mere sixty-thousand-year soul bone be worthy of his status as a transmigrator? As a transmigrator, could you even call yourself one if you didn't collect all six Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bones?!
The reason he had obtained a leg bone of over ninety thousand years was, first, because it had been left to him by his father in this life; second, because this soul bone was better suited for storing his poisonous qi.
There was another thing Mo Lin had only discovered after fusing with the soul bone, and it convinced him that this leg bone was far from ordinary. Though it came from a ninety-thousand-year soul beast, it possessed two soul bone skills. This showed that the soul beast had been extremely close to becoming a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast—either its Soul Power was just one step away, or it was less than a year short of one hundred thousand years old. If Mo Lin cultivated his poisonous qi to a certain level and completely fused it with the leg bone, he might be able to artificially create a hundred-thousand-year soul bone—or rather, a soul bone comparable to one.
But how could Hu Liena know what Mo Lin was thinking? To her, every soul bone was precious. A sixty-thousand-year soul bone could already be called top-grade, yet Mo Lin had handed it to her so readily. As his senior sister, she truly felt a little embarrassed.
"Mo Lin, this soul bone purely enhances and attacks with spiritual power. It doesn't completely suit my enchantment abilities either. You should take it instead!"
Mo Lin did not take it. He merely asked, "Senior Sister, do you really think the purpose of a soul bone