A crazy goal

In the end, the old Human Demon gave them more meat, sending Ye Fan tens of thousands of pounds that he had roasted himself. It seemed the Taiji Diagram, Star Chart, and secret arts Ye Fan had given him had made the old man think highly of him.

Jiang Ming was already quite satisfied with his share and did not ask for more.

This was already more than enough.

After all, the old Human Demon had also refined over a dozen Crocodile Ancestor Blood Essence Pills and given Ye Fan five.

He had given Jiang Ming seven as well.

Old Monk Ksitigarbha ate one. Together with the Crocodile Ancestor meat he had eaten earlier, it restored him from a bag of bones to a kind-faced old monk.

The old monk was not selfish either. Having benefited, he brought out half an Ancient Scripture Shakyamuni had passed down to him and shared it with everyone.

He even personally chanted the scripture to cleanse their Primordial Spirits and bodies. This was the Buddhist School's lost Eight Treasures Dragon Transformation Scripture, which could even help living beings transform into True Dragons.

By the end.

None of the Crocodile Ancestor's heart, liver, lungs, or other organs went to waste. The soup the old man stewed was delicious too—expertly made and deeply nourishing.

Jiang Ming's Vermilion Bird Totem Deity corresponded to the heart, so he ate a few extra pieces of heart and liver. He felt even his essence improve, while his physical shell entered the Half-Great Saint domain.

He was merely a Dao Palace Deity. His physical shell could not compare with his original body, but he had still gained tremendous benefits.

Ye Fan and his beloved companions were all smiles. Coming home with Ye Fan to meet his parents had truly brought them