It had to be said that alchemists, skilled in meticulous work, possessed exceptionally superb dissection techniques as well.
One look was enough to tell that they had done this sort of thing plenty of times.
In no more time than it took to eat dinner, more than a dozen Black Scaled Beasts had been dissected and divided up.
Their scales, bones, internal organs, and flesh were all arranged in order, looking exceptionally neat and pleasing to the eye.
People with obsessive-compulsive tendencies would probably love such a sight.
The Black Scaled Beasts' bones and scales had already found their owners. Yi Feng and Yuan Gang had disciples help carry them away.
As for the meat, Chen Mo kept only a few pounds. Part of the rest was given to the Apothecary Hall as payment for the dissections, while all the remainder was traded to the sect, earning him nearly two thousand Contribution Points.
The gains from this fishing trip could not be called small.
Unfortunately, he might not encounter something like this a second time in his entire life.
There were no walls in the world that did not leak wind, much less when something had happened within the sect.
The next day, news that Chen Mo had discovered a Cold Pool in the sect's Back Mountain, successfully caught Black Scaled Beasts, and gained immense profits from the two chief elders spread through more than half of the True Martial Sect.
The direct result was that when Chen Mo once again planned to visit the Back Mountain and see whether there was a second Cold Pool where he could fish regularly to pass the time, he discovered that the Back Mountain, which had originally seen almost no visitors, was now filled with many Inner Disciples.
The peace and quiet were