Qing Chen breathed a sigh of relief, not daring to delay.
He had just killed a demonic beast, and the stench of blood had yet to disperse. If it drew anything else over, he would be in trouble.
He deftly activated his spirit sword and cut the corpse into several pieces, then took out two storage bags. Hooking his fingers around their openings, he tipped them downward. A pale white glow enveloped the chunks of flesh and swept them inside with a swish.
He weighed them in his hand, the calculations perfectly clear in his mind: an early first-tier demonic beast's flesh could be refined into blood and vitality, while its scales could serve as materials. It was worth a fair amount.
The corpse was worth at least thirty spirit stones.
"A Rogue Cultivator at the third or fourth level of Qi Refining would be doing well to hunt two or three of these a year."
Qing Chen recalled Deng Zhiping, whom the old mayor had mentioned before.
That fellow had nearly lost his life over a single Rock-Armored Crab, only to be treacherously killed by Mayor Chen in a secret chamber in the end.
Qing Chen had only managed this so easily because the Brahma Demon-Refining Art could refine and condense martial artists' blood essence into bait.
Anyone else would have been hard-pressed to survive a demonic beast's claws, let alone fish for one. Formations and talismans were both powerful weapons in Qing Chen's arsenal.
When he turned to dismantle the Bewildering Trail Warning Formation, Qing Chen pressed his fingertips against the bronze formation disk, only to discover that the three low-grade spirit stones inside were already more than half depleted.
The Blue-Scaled Fish's earlier collision with the formation had consumed more energy than he had expected.
"One more