Roast Deepfrost Warship Bird

Ten minutes later.

With Feng Laixian driving home the final blows, the Deepfrost Warship Bird finally died.

Zhang Ping immediately ordered the Moonchasing Dark Tortoise closer. He jumped from its shell onto the bird's body. The feathers beneath his feet felt like steel and rang as he stepped on them.

Even in death, the Deepfrost Warship Bird gave off a terrifying chill.

After standing there a moment, Zhang Ping felt the blood in his substitute body starting to congeal. He hurriedly used King Blood to speed its flow.

"Master Feng, what should we do with it?" Zhang Ping asked, running a hand over the bird's feathers.

"Collect all the feathers first, of course," Feng Laixian said with a smile. "Then we can find a master smith to work them. There should be enough for several sets of weapons and armor."

He gripped a feather and pulled it out with some effort. The feather itself resembled a sword. When he heated it gently, it immediately turned red.

"This Biological Metal needs special handling to become a weapon without losing its unique properties. Not just anyone can work with it." He lightly drew the feather across his palm.

Even at a high temperature, the feather had neither warped nor softened. It had only grown sharper.

Sitting on the bird's back, Zhang Ping tapped a feather lightly and used the Appraisal Technique on it.

Once he had identified its composition, he said, "I can work with this Biological Metal. What kind of weapon would you like, Master Feng?"

"You know how to forge things too?" Feng Laixian asked, staring at Zhang Ping in disbelief.

"Only at an apprentice's level," Zhang Ping admitted, a little embarrassed. "But this Biological Metal is fairly easy to work with and doesn't need any other materials added, so