It seemed that after the repairs at Liubo Mountain last time, this magical treasure of the Blood-Sucking Ancestor had become even more powerful.
"We can't just leave this thing here! It'll definitely draw other strange beasts!"
"Then what do we do?"
"Amitabha!" Monk proclaimed the Buddha's name, and a golden light covered the Huiwen Golden Eagle's entire corpse.
"It can only last half a day. We can think it over properly. Or we can dismember it and bring it back to the cave."
Monk's words made everyone nod repeatedly.
"If we want to dismember it, we first have to remove its feathers. That coat of feathers could even withstand Little Junior Brother's 'Dragon Slayer Art,'" Zhang Xiaofan reminded them weakly.
Everyone returned to the cave first, leaving the Five Spirits to look after Luo Yunji and the other two juniors. Ghost King and the other two, meanwhile, ran over to the Huiwen Golden Eagle's corpse and got to work.
Half a day later, the three of them returned exhausted, having dismembered that enormous Huiwen Golden Eagle chick and brought it back.
Unfortunately, Zhang Xiaofan was injured at the moment and could not cook. He Dazhi used the "Mountain and River Fan" to collect all the meat, then sat on the ground and stared at the feathers, falling into deep thought.
With the three youngsters injured, their journey temporarily slowed down.
During these days of recuperation, He Dazhi kept staring blankly at the Huiwen Golden Eagle's huge feathers. From time to time, he summoned "wind" in his hand, as though comprehending something.
With the help of large amounts of spiritual plants and pills, Zhang Xiaofan recovered fairly quickly. Only his internal injuries had not fully healed yet, but they no longer affected his movements.
Seeing this, Luo Yunji urged him to