"Hmm, if I want to put it into practice, this should be enough."
Sun Buxiao sat in his wheelchair, his face bruised and swollen, fiddling with several poisonous herbs. In the distance, the Heavenly Poison Scorpion Dragon Beast's enormous corpse still lay there, awaiting further processing.
The Heavenly Poison Scorpion Dragon Beast had plenty of good stuff on it. As the first seventh-rank magical beast Sun Dog had encountered, it held considerable commemorative value.
Its tough skin and scales could be made into armor, while its dragon teeth and bones could serve as materials for weapons. Although its flesh tasted rather awful, as long as the poison and violent energy within could be refined away, it was still highly nourishing. He could just pinch his nose and choke it down.
Of course, the most important parts were its pair of dragon wings and its signature scorpion tail.
After Xiao Yi Xian and Sun Buxiao's relentless bombardment, the dragon wings were a mangled mess. That left the scorpion tail as the most valuable remaining material.
After swallowing a few poisonous herbs, Sun Buxiao took a moment to adjust to his temporarily trouble-free woeful poison body. Feeling somewhat better, he turned his attention to the nearly ten-meter-long scorpion tail.
"So you're planning to try a new approach?"
Xiao Yi Xian looked thoughtful.
"Huh? What are you two planning to do?"
Hai Bodong, meanwhile, looked utterly bewildered, his expression radiating a kind of crystal-clear stupidity.
"Old fart Hai, this has nothing to do with you. Go play somewhere else."
Sun Buxiao waved him away disdainfully.
Hai Bodong: ???
"What's that supposed to mean?"
He felt that Sun Dog wasn't showing him much respect.
...Though, perhaps, there wasn't much about him worth respecting. Did being old count?
"It's a secret art Buxiao developed himself.