Li Ziran leaned against the Devouring Stomach, his face full of foolish grins. This organ from the Devouring Serpent was still trembling as bottle after bottle of Frog Element was continuously refined.
This was a harvest, a gift from the Black Dragon, an element he had never imagined could exist even in his dreams.
Frog!
It gave flesh and blood the memory of Frog Transformation.
Without a doubt, it suited him best.
Li Ziran, excited beyond measure, slowly returned to reality. Staring at these elements before him, he dared say they were treasures even to the Black Dragon.
These high-value elements had the greatest effect on ultimate lifeforms. Good things were always universal; nothing could be simpler than that.
He was satisfied—more accurately, extremely satisfied.
In his view, everything began with profit. All living beings in the world existed under the laws of the food chain: either devour or be devoured.
The stomach came first.
Without question, his organ transplants helped the Black Dragon. But he knew very well that, for an existence already at the pinnacle of the food chain, the effect was not as obvious as one might imagine.
The Dragon Race already counted as ultimate creatures. Though this Black Dragon might rank at the bottom among dragons, it was still a dragon. Looking across countless living beings, it was absolutely an existence that looked down on all else.
He had assumed the respect the other party showed him was driven by profit, but now it clearly was not.
For these high-value elements, even a tiny amount would have made Li Ziran willing to help. Yet the other party had unceremoniously placed four kinds of elements before him.
It had not said these were payment for flesh-and-blood research, nor had it clearly emphasized how many organs it wanted