He had grown skilled at picking up treasures. Yang Chan was slowly getting used to finding treasures along the road like this.
Many times, there was no need to join the fight for treasure, because treasures could become ownerless during the struggle. When that happened, he only needed to pick them up and take them away.
Like these three mature Nine-tailed Spirit Flowers, which Yang Chan put into the Mysterious Yin Hanging Beads, making them part of his cultivation resources.
Mature high-grade spirit medicines counted as a decent harvest. The Nine-tailed Spirit Flower was quite good; it could serve as either a primary ingredient or an auxiliary ingredient and had many uses.
The pills Yang Chan wanted to refine could all use Nine-tailed Spirit Flowers, so he happily put them away.
"Human hearts truly are complex and ever-changing. They refuse benefits that were securely in their grasp and insist on fighting to the death. In the end, they get no benefits, and everyone dies!"
Inside the Mysterious Yin Hanging Beads, the Black Dragon sighed with deep emotion.
Following Yang Chan, he had come to understand human nature more and more.
Back then, he had been a lofty member of the dragon race. Naturally, he had not cared about these weak humans. Those feeble creatures could not even see him, because he too had once been an existence that could not be looked upon directly.
Weak creatures who approached him would only be crushed to death by the pressure emanating from him. That was the gap in strength.
To look directly at him, one had to be a creature that had shattered the boundary between man and god. Thus, he had never regarded creatures that had not broken through that boundary.
Ants were beneath his notice.
Only after falling so low