"Do you know where the value of this beast's dried corpse lies, don't you?" The intensity in his eyes gradually softened as he suddenly fixed his gaze on Zǐ Yán beside the table, speaking with a touch of earnestness. Had it not been for her reminder, he would have never realized—after the unusual fire had been applied, this claw had transformed into such a remarkable sight. Holding the short yet exceptionally sharp bone tip in his hand, Xīo Shāo gently traced it across the solid wooden table. Instantly, the sturdy surface cracked as if it were tofu, splitting cleanly with a surface as smooth and mirror-like as glass. "How sharp this bone tip is!" The brilliance of its edge made Xīo Shāo take a deep, refreshing breath. His gaze toward Zǐ Yán grew even more eager—since she knew the secret behind this claw's transformation, she must also know about the other things. As for Xiao Yan's gaze, Zi Yan raised her elegant chin with a proud air, saying, "First, get all ten of these completely burned. I'll use them to make a pair of gloves—hey, from now on, that'll be my weapon!" Hearing this, Xiao Yan was momentarily stunned. Then, he looked down at the sharp bone tip in his hands. Just thinking about the sensation of being struck by such a slender, sharp object, he couldn't help but shiver. With Zi Yan's formidable strength, a single punch delivered by this would leave even a Duke-level warrior either wounded or with a layer of skin peeled off. Urged to learn the secret of this mysterious, ancient魔兽's dried corpse, Xiao Yan didn't bother to argue with the self-assured young woman. He gently placed the bone tip aside and then picked up the other nine pale claws and teeth. With a gentle surge of emerald flame, he tossed them into the fire. As the intense heat of the Lirui Lotus Heart flame was released, the nine pale claws and teeth began to undergo the same transformations as before—shrinking in size while gradually shedding their paleness, replaced instead by an unusual shade of deep green and crimson. The calcination process lasted approximately thirty minutes, after which the hovering emerald flame slowly dispersed, and the nine green-crimson bone spines fell down, gently landing on the remaining half of the table, wrapped in a soft breeze emitted by Xiao Yan. With these ten bone spines successfully forged, Xiao Yan's initial astonishment gradually faded; he exhaled softly, wiping away a few beads of cold sweat from his forehead. Xiao Yan glanced at Zǐ Yán, slightly puzzled, saying, "Looking at her earlier demeanor, it was clear she had anticipated this item would be useful to her. Otherwise, she wouldn't have specifically dug out this pale, almost lifeless claw—so purposefully. As for me, I honestly don't know. All I feel is that this thing is useful to me, and that's why I pulled it out." Zǐ Yán furrowed her delicate brows, equally confused, and replied in a茫然 tone. Hearing this, Xiao Yan was momentarily stunned, then his brow furrowed even deeper. He slightly tilted his head, his gaze shifting toward the mysterious beast's remains, now divided into several parts, and murmured, "Could it really be connected to this? Unfortunately, the creature has been dead for too long—its original form is now too blurred to discern. If only it hadn't been so long, perhaps I could have guessed something about its nature based on its appearance." "It definitely won't be the same kind as mine. In fact, I've always felt uneasy about it. Even when you dismembered it with five separate blows, I found it quite satisfying to watch." "Zi Yan pursed her lips, saying, "Direct and efficient? Does the beast's body still view you as an adversary?" Xiao Yan blinked, then stared in surprise. "I don't know. I myself don't even know what kind of beast I am—how could anyone care what kind of creature it is?" Zi Yan frowned. "Well, let's not dwell on that anymore, young lady. Now, could you please tell me how to handle this dry corpse?" Seeing that Zi Yan was unwilling to elaborate further, Xiao Yan smoothly shifted the topic, smiling. "Just burn it—get rid of these unsightly bits of flesh, and naturally, you'll have what you're after." Zi Yan waved her hand, speaking casually. Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan was momentarily stunned, then, without further hesitation, curved his palm sharply, and a sudden surge of suction erupted, drawing a large chunk of pale, forest-green flesh right before him. Then, he opened his mouth and exhaled, a vibrant green flame bursting forth, enveloping the meat chunk. As the flames enveloped it, an intense heat surged outward and eventually seeped fully into the white mass of meat. Alongside the rising temperature, the white meat continuously emitted hissing sounds and gradually shrank in volume within the flames. After approximately five minutes of such roasting, the meat—originally the size of a dining table—had shrunk down to the size of a human head, and the pale white hue had entirely vanished, giving way to a growing flush of greenish-red tones on its surface. As the roasting intensified, these greenish-red tones deepened and eventually coalesced into a single drop of vibrant, jade-red blood, which then flowed steadily along the surface of the meat and dripped through the flames. Upon witnessing the blood gently falling to the ground, Xiao Yan swiftly retrieved a high-quality jade bottle from his storage seal and carefully transferred the drop of greenish-red blood into it. Only after catching the clear and crimson blood did Xiao Yan finally exhale in relief. He lifted his gaze to the blazing emerald flames and noticed that, as the drop of blood fell, the flesh chunk had instantly vanished into the flames, leaving not even a trace of ash. And as this energy was spreading, a sudden jolt surged through Xiao Yan's heart. He realized abruptly that the physical strength inherent in his skin and muscles had subtly strengthened—though the enhancement was quite subtle, it was clearly perceptible to him. "This blood... seems to possess a remarkable ability to enhance human physical strength?" Upon regaining his composure, Xiao Yan immediately turned his gaze to the jade vial in his hands. A growing warmth spread through his dark eyes. Typically, physical strength relied either on innate talent or on years of dedicated effort, yet he had never imagined that this mysterious dark-red blood could have such a miraculous effect. Taking a deep breath, Xiao Yan was once again struck by awe at the essence of this enigmatic, dried-up beast. With a cheerful smile, he swiftly drew his hand inward, pulling a large piece of flesh toward him, and the Lüli Lotus Fire surged forth once more. Feeling firsthand the remarkable benefits of this mysterious blue blood, Xiao Yan naturally no longer regarded the pile of pale flesh as mere useless scraps. Over the next hour, he exerted great effort, carefully transferring each piece of the pale meat into the Lüli Lianxin fire for calcination. Through this process, he once again obtained blue-red blood. However, the only aspect that slightly disappointed him was that after calcinating the meat from half the room, only five drops of blue-red blood were ultimately refined. Staring at the five drops of jade and crimson blood, coexisting yet mutually incompatible within the jade vial, Xiao Yan could only shake his head in resignation. With a wave of his hand, he withdrew the ruyi lotus-heart flame from before him, then smiled warmly as he carefully stored the vial into his storage relic. He had never expected that a creature seemingly of no value to the Hei-Huang Sect—just a dried-up monster corpse—could yield such a remarkable result. In Xiao Yan’s eyes, the worth of these five drops of blood was no less than that of the pair of jade wing bones, and perhaps even greater. The blood pulsed with an intensely turbulent energy—just the act of inhaling it earlier had caused his body to surge and tremble, clearly indicating that it could not be consumed carelessly, as doing so might lead to a catastrophic bursting of his body. Yet for Xiao Yan, this was no great challenge. As a master alchemist, he was well accustomed to harmonizing such turbulent energies. Given sufficient time, he would surely absorb all of the blood without any harm, and then—how powerful would his physical strength become? Thus, Xiao Yan had truly gotten excellent value for these five pills this time. If Mo Tianxing, the old man, knew how greatly he had benefited from this dried corpse, he would surely be so enraged he'd choke on his own blood. The Black and Yellow Sect had examined this thing countless times—aside from recognizing the extraordinary nature of those jade wing bones, everything else seemed utterly ordinary. Yet precisely this seemingly valueless item had granted Xiao Yan an unexpected windfall. Gradually regaining composure, Xiao Yan's gaze once again swept over the wyvern corpse, now reduced to a shriveled head and a massive, withered skin. He couldn't help but lick his lips—so far, the most precious magic core had yet to appear. Typically, such a magic core, embodying the wyvern's entire energy, wouldn't simply vanish. Therefore, it must be hidden within this remaining head and skin—the very essence of what mattered most. The thought of securing the magic core of a legendary, near-eight-tier wyvern, one poised to transcend into the next rank, made Xiao Yan swallow hard, his body suddenly blazing with warmth.