Chapter 12: The Killing Intent Drawn by the Dragon Corpse
“But this dragon corpse is way too massive to move.”
“Even if you could move it, no house could fit it.”
“If the storage ring’s capacity isn’t enough, we’ll have no choice but to break it down.”
Chen Fan thought silently to himself.
As the saying goes, a giant dragon is a treasure trove from head to tail.
To be honest, as the apex predator in a fantasy world, a dragon’s flesh and blood still contain a considerable amount of energy.
However, the amount of energy is limited.
Its value lies in the fact that it bears the na of “dragon.”
The term dragon liver and phoenix Bone Bladder is considered the most exquisite delicacy.
As far as Chen Fan knew, many hotels had launched this dish in the new era.
But the dish was rarely available.
After all, they wouldn’t dare to make a fool of such a revered recipe.
Whether it appeared or not depended entirely on whether dragon at could be procured.
Of course, the so-called dragon liver—at most—could only co from a dragon or a jiao.
In addition, dragon blood is also an excellent material for alchemy.
The Blood Dragon Pill—a pill that contains dragon blood—had far superior effects compared to other qi and blood pills.
Dragon bones could be added during weapon forging to imbue the weapon with a more ferocious aura.
As for dragon scales, they were pure natural materials for crafting battle armor.
In this era, dragon corpses had been exploited in every conceivable way.
Chen Fan stopped digging. He had to preserve the integrity of the dragon corpse to the greatest extent possible and get it out.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out two rings.
Both rings were now ownerless. All he needed to do was drip blood to claim them.
He pricked his finger, squeezed out a drop of blood, and dripped it onto the ring taken from the severed arm.
Soon, the ring absorbed Chen Fan’s blood on its own. After a flash of white light, the ring established a connection with Chen Fan.
His consciousness naturally entered the internal space of the storage ring.
It was a mobile warehouse the size of a football field in floor area, and over ten ters high.
“Enough to hold the dragon corpse…”
Sensing the storage ring’s capacity, Chen Fan let out a sigh of relief.
However, there was no air inside the storage ring, clearly making it unsuitable for holding living creatures.
Wearing the ring on his finger, Chen Fan dripped blood onto the other ring he had taken from the Western man he had killed.
Again, a connection was quickly established.
However, this ring’s capacity was much smaller—about ten ters in length, width, and height.
Even so, it was still an incredibly rare treasure.
Ti was short, so Chen Fan didn’t bother checking what was inside either ring.
Taking a deep breath, Chen Fan grasped the massive dragon horn, his spiritual energy surging as he communicated with the storage ring.
Finally, the enormous dragon corpse was successfully stored within the ring. Chen Fan imdiately sprang back, cradling dusa and retreating.
BOOM RUMBLE…
With the dragon corpse gone, the pile of garbage that had been held up by it began to collapse violently, filling the gap left behind.
In that instant, all eyes turned toward him.
Then, all gazes fixed on the storage ring on Chen Fan’s finger.
No one here was stupid. Anyone with half a brain could tell that Chen Fan had unearthed an enormous treasure, causing the garbage heap to cave in.
Young Master Qin looked slightly stunned, a flash of envy in his eyes.
Still, he said nothing.
After all, he had just made it clear: dig your own way, no fighting, no snatching—leave it to luck.
Were this any other location, he might have entertained more sinister thoughts.
But here, nurous unfriendly Western treasure hunters were lurking with watchful eyes.
If internal strife broke out, he’d be scolded to death, and it would tarnish the Qin family’s reputation.
“Dragon’s might… I sense dragon’s might!”
“Friend from the East, you must have found a dragon corpse.”
“And now that it has vanished into thin air, that storage ring on your finger must be monstrously spacious…”
A Western youth in his early twenties, not far from Chen Fan, stared him down and spoke coldly.
“What, you planning to rob ?”
Chen Fan narrowed his eyes slightly and held dusa more tightly in his arms.
This youth was likely beyond the thirtieth level—not easy to deal with.
Moreover, upon hearing the words “dragon corpse,” everyone’s eyes burned with intensity and greed.
Chen Fan had already made a fortune with this haul and was now planning to retreat for the ti being.
After securing the dragon corpse and getting dusa to safety, he could consider coming back.
It wouldn’t waste too much ti anyway.
“Such a massive dragon corpse, and you want to have it all to yourself? Bit much, don’t you think?”
The Western youth continued to provoke him.
“Sorry, everyone. But I really do plan to keep it all for myself!!”
Chen Fan sneered coldly—and his figure vanished on the spot.
“KILL!”
The youth lunged forward, trying to stop Chen Fan.
But the distance was still too great. By the ti he reached the spot, Chen Fan was already gone.
“Just wait. I’m going back to kill him!”
“I’ve already made enough off this trip anyway.”
“If I can’t have it, then none of you get to keep digging…”
Back in his own living room, Chen Fan’s face was icy cold.
A gentleman does not let grudges go unavenged. And Chen Fan wasn’t one to hold grudges overnight.
He had always been one to exact vengeance for the smallest slight.
Placing the Western dusa down, Chen Fan muttered:
“But first, I need to check what’s in the storage rings. If there are any valuable items, I can trade them for so points—to be ready to heal myself in case of injury…”
Though furious, Chen Fan remained composed and calculating.
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