Qin Feng stared at the magical corpse, brimming with Essence Qi, and felt as itchy as if a kitten were clawing at his heart.
It was just like staring at a mountain of gold, yet not being able to take a single penny.
The magical corpse was dead, but a chunk of its flesh or even a drop of its blood was more precious than ginseng, carrying the Path of Law he had refined during his lifetime.
If it ever showed up, the entire Cultivation Realm would go crazy fighting over it.
Just as he zoned out for a second, the sound of wings flapping came from above.
He had no idea when, but Doubi Chicken was already fluttering its wings and took a giant bite at the magical corpse.
"Hey, shit, didn't you say this magical corpse can't be eaten?"
Qin Feng cursed from below.
Doubi Chicken didn't dare eat the flesh; it used its wings to block the blood mist and just snuck a sip of the blood on the edge.
