Yi Chen smiled and got up, waving his long halberd as he began to carve up the body of the Blackfiend Dragon King.
The Dragon King's body was a treasure trove.
Its scales could be used for making magic artifacts, its blood for refining pills, and as for its flesh, it would serve as Miao Zi's meals. With such a large cultivation yet so weak, it would end up being defeated by the junior apprentice brother Qing Yunzi. How would it continue to be Yi Chengzi's spiritual pet with no prestige? It definitely needed a boost.
This issue was important, akin to other initiates' spiritual pets and mounts being like Mercedes, Rolls-Royces, and Cullinans, while he, Yi Taoist, rode in a Mazda. Wouldn't that make him look rather foolish?
Of course, the head was to be decently buried, as was customary.
In view of the Dragon King's commendable efforts and combat spirit, which he acknowledged, Yi Chen even recited a passage of scripture for its rebirth and inserted two ceremonial candles.
