Qian Renxue: Saving My Life Doesn't Give You the Right to Trash-Talk Me!

[Ding! A key original character has fallen. Rewards issued: Storage-Ring Soul Tool, Full-State Recovery!]

A crisp system notification rang out deep within his mind.

The Soul Power Qian Sha Yu had expended rapidly refilled.

Even the faint muscle soreness from the earlier battle vanished completely.

Amazing!

He casually glanced at the description of the new item displayed on the system panel.

[Divine Storage-Ring Soul Tool]: Can store up to ten Spirit Rings below the million-year level. Guarantees 100% lossless preservation and freshness lock. Retrieve at any time.

"Oh?"

Qian Sha Yu raised an eyebrow.

This thing was quite interesting.

In this era of Douluo Continent, many storage Soul Tools from ancient times had been passed down.

There were even some that could hold living creatures, such as Dugu Bo's Wishful Treasure Pouch.

But a special Soul Tool capable of storing harvested Spirit Rings was truly something he had never seen before.

Its value was obvious.

Qian Sha Yu stepped across the mess covering the ground and strode toward the Titan Giant Ape's corpse.

A dazzling scarlet Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring hovered above the enormous carcass.

Its glow was blinding.

The red light made the ruins flattened around them look as though they were bleeding.

Qian Sha Yu spread open his right hand.

An ancient-looking black-and-red ring appeared out of thin air in his palm.

It was neither metal nor jade, engraved with several dark-red demonic patterns. It looked understated and unassuming.

He brought the ring close to the Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring.

His long fingertips lightly tapped the air.

"Store."

That Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring, enough to stir bloody chaos across the entire continent, was effortlessly sucked into the black-and-red ring like a strand of noodles.

Clean and efficient.

"Not bad."

"In the future, I can just stock up