Why Pick One That Eats Grass?

The "sun" that had swallowed Lu Chuan grew smaller and smaller. True Lord Lu opened his mouth wide, like a whale swallowing and an ox drinking, and sucked all the flames on that "sun" into his belly until they vanished without a trace.

In the end, only the sun's core remained: a golden-yellow stone that looked to be the size of a watermelon, its texture exceedingly tough.

It seemed to have life. The moment it appeared, it began struggling madly. Lu Chuan's large hand shone; with a turn of his palm, he drew it into his grasp and suppressed it with his magic power.

"What a huge bezoar!"

True Lord Lu's eyes seemed to glow. "Perfect for This True Lord's collection."

A bezoar, to put it simply, was a gallstone from an ox, also called an ox treasure. It had many effects, such as clearing heat and detoxifying poison, and was worth more than gold.

And a bezoar born and refined by a thousand-year-old great demon like Jin Dasheng was even more a priceless treasure—the sort that would not be sold no matter how much money was offered.

So long had passed since the Investiture of the Gods that he had long since forgotten what abilities these monsters had. But now he remembered: Jin Dasheng's skill seemed to be spitting bezoars from his mouth to smash people with.

"Give me back my treasure..."

The enormous demon ox roared and shook himself, transforming into human form, though one of the horns atop his head had long since been broken.

Light flashed, and two watermelon-sized Octagonal Hammers appeared in his hands. His face was full of fury, and his body shone, turning into a suit of armor as he flew toward Lu Chuan.

"Give it back?" Lu Chuan said lightly. "Go to