Zhou Xuan pressed his palm against the Bone Dragon's chalk-white skull.
It felt extremely rough.
A layer of sticky black turbid qi clung to the surface of the bones.
The turbid qi crawled up Zhou Xuan's fingers, trying to eat into his flesh.
Zhou Xuan did not pull away.
The black-gold dao fruit inside him rotated slightly.
An invisible probing force flowed through his palm, piercing straight through the Bone Dragon's enormous body.
The force was utterly overbearing.
It ignored the Bone Dragon's outer defenses and burrowed deep into its skeleton.
Zhou Xuan was examining the corpse's internal structure.
He was checking the concentration and activity of its corruption origin source.
Old Ancestor Taichu stood beside him, holding his breath.
He rubbed his hands together, his palms drenched in sweat.
He had risked his old life to bring back this massive beast.
To kill this bone dragon, the Taichu Immortal Vein had lost three elders at the peak of the Spirit Transformation Stage, and even its sect-guarding magic treasure had been cracked.
He was counting on getting a good price for this enormous beast and bringing back more Top-Grade Crystal Stones to cover their losses.
Old Ancestor Xuanming stood on the other side.
He held the thick Ledger in his hands, his writing brush already dipped in ink.
Old Ancestor Xuanming glanced sidelong at Old Ancestor Taichu and sneered inwardly.
A moment later.
Zhou Xuan withdrew his hand.
He brushed the black ash off his palm.
He turned around.
He looked at Old Ancestor Taichu.
"Its size looks intimidating."
Zhou Xuan's tone was flat.
"But most of its core origin source drained away long ago. All that remains is worthless death qi."
"It only qualifies as 'Middle-Grade Scrap.'"
Old Ancestor Taichu froze.
He wondered if he had heard wrong.
*Middle-Grade