Chen Ping turned his head and saw that his various Storage Soul Tools had all been placed on the bedside table. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.
He had no habit of keeping three burrows like a crafty rabbit; everything he owned was in those Storage Soul Tools.
If they were gone, he would have nothing left apart from his insignificant bit of cultivation.
But then Chen Ping discovered that the fingernail-sized gem on the Storage Ring he had first used for several years, with its storage capacity of a whole tenth of a cubic meter, had shattered.
It looked as though a mirror had taken a heavy blow from a chisel.
"That Storage Ring of yours burst on its own."
Teacher Li handed Chen Ping the hot tea and said, "And that Spirit Devouring Fierce Blade of yours burst out on its own too."
"We only learned afterward that putting that fierce blade in a box made of blazing sun iron essence could isolate its evil energy. To keep it from affecting you, we've put it away with Dean Yan for now."
"But in case you had other plans or uses for the Spirit Devouring Fierce Blade, Dean Yan hasn't removed its evil energy yet, even though he can."
"After all, you managed to blow an Evil Soul Douluo to death with a piece of golden crystal. Who knows what you could cook up with a fierce blade like that?"
At this point, a hint of teasing inevitably crept into Teacher Li's voice.
Chen Ping took the tea Teacher Li offered and drank a few mouthfuls. Feeling much better, he said, "Please don't tease me, Teacher Li. It's not as though I deliberately left the evil energy in it. With my Martial Soul's attributes, I couldn't