Inside the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.
Chen Ping raised a hand and took hold of the hundred-thousand-year Left Leg Bone that the aromatic silk beauty had dropped.
The entire leg bone was a moist pink, its structure exceptionally intact and the energy fluctuations within it exceptionally abundant. In quality, it was in no way inferior to the Hell Frenzy Dragon skull bone Chen Ping had once possessed.
Putting away the Soul Bone, Chen Ping turned his wrist again and took out a Soul Ring storage device produced by Xuan Ziwen of Mingdetang.
This was something Xuan Ziwen had developed long ago. It could store Soul Rings for quite a long time, with the age and number of Soul Rings it could hold varying according to its class.
Although the storage device in Chen Ping's hands was not a Class Nine Soul Ring storage device, holding just one hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring was still easy enough. To obtain this device from Xuan Ziwen, Chen Ping had let him take quite a substantial quota of top-grade rare metals from him.
Still, being a hoarder had its benefits after all. He kept all sorts of Soul Tools ready in his Storage Soul Tool, and hadn't one come in handy now?
Only after securing this hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring did Chen Ping lift the aromatic silk beauty's remains, remove its seed, and plant it back in its original spot along with the flower's body.
Fallen blossoms were not heartless things; turned to spring soil, they nurtured flowers still. Chen Ping hoped that, with this flower's body serving as both nourishment and a cautionary example, the next aromatic silk beauty to grow would know better than to foolishly let someone wield it as a weapon, only to be smashed apart with a slap.
*Grow a