After leaving the so-called Fire Flood Dragon Tomb Mansion, Xiao Yan immediately slipped into a small space he had temporarily carved out. As he took stock of his haul, delight spread across his face. Those hundreds of Storage Rings alone were worth a fortune, and they held countless heavenly treasures, not to mention the Storage Rings belonging to those members of the Yao Clan. With these resources, he had more than enough to resume refining pills.
Most important, of course, were the Heavenly Flames he had forcibly extracted. Although he now had ten kinds of flame within him, aside from the Bone Spirit Cold Flame, none could compare to the five he had just seized. Even the Bone Spirit Cold Flame had been a gift from Yao Lao, yet these ancient clans could readily inherit such highly ranked Heavenly Flames. It was enough to make anyone green with envy.
Still, all those things now belonged to him. Although each Heavenly Flame carried its own clan's inheritance imprint and normally could not be refined by anyone outside that clan, Xiao Yan naturally had a way to resolve that problem, or he would never have dared to attack those fellows.
Now, however, was not the time to deal with those problems. The appointment at the Pill Tower that Yao Lao had mentioned was only half a month away, and that clearly would not be enough time. Even without the inheritance imprints, refining all these Heavenly Flames would take a considerable amount of time, so Xiao Yan could only store them inside Little Yao's body for now.
First, this would prevent the other ancient clans from detecting the Heavenly Flames. Second, Little Yao could help erase the imprints within them, laying the groundwork for their eventual refinement. Little Yao was more than happy