"You never know until you count them-and once you do, what a shock!"
Dugu Bo gazed at the nine ten thousand year soul bones neatly laid out before him, their surfaces shimmering with light, and could not help voicing his heartfelt amazement.
Across the continent, soul bones were already heaven-defying rarities. Even a thousand-year soul bone was a priceless treasure that countless soul masters would fight tooth and nail to obtain.
Yet here they were, with no fewer than nine genuine ten thousand year soul bones laid out before them. Such wealth was unmatched anywhere on the Heaven Dou Continent.
Compared with everyone else's excitement and nervousness, Ye Renxin was by far the calmest person present. He was someone who had resisted absorbing a hundred thousand year torso bone; naturally, a collection of ten thousand year soul bones could not stir a ripple in him.
"Such opportunities are rare. Let's distribute them according to need," Ye Renxin said mildly. He first picked up the crimson soul bone that faintly radiated waves of heat and handed it to Zhao Yan beside him. "This fifty-seven thousand year [Blazing Ash Left Arm Bone] belongs to Yan'er. It's perfectly suited to your injury. Use it to reconstruct and restore your severed left arm."
Zhao Yan nodded firmly and reached out to take the exceptional fire-attribute soul bone with a steady hand.
The instant his palm touched it, scorching, pure soul power washed over him. A warm yet domineering force slowly nourished the meridians of his severed arm.
Not a single person present objected. This left arm soul bone, whose nature and attributes matched Zhao Yan perfectly, was the most unquestionable allocation of the entire distribution.
Ye Renxin swept his gaze over the remaining soul bones, then picked up the one wreathed in faint gray-black