Chapter 205

Wang Yu flipped his hand once, and a long green-red blade materialized in his grasp; with a single swing, a flash of cold light severed the wild boar's massive head from its body, spraying blood like a gushing spring.

Wang Yu's figure lurched sideways, flying over ten feet away to avoid the spurting blood; after glancing toward the other side, his face suddenly changed, his arm trembled, and he hurled the green-red blade with all his strength.

A flash of cold light.

The green-red blade pierced straight through the snake's neck, leaving a blurred blood hole; the blind, monstrous serpent, originally hurtling toward the white spiritual tea tree, recoiled in pain, jerking its head away in another direction.

With a "whoosh," Wang Yu shot forward like a crossbow bolt, landing heavily behind the giant serpent; he crouched down, seized the serpent's enormous tail with both hands, rose to his feet, let out a low roar, and his arms swelled visibly thicker; with a violent shake, he hurled the entire serpent high into the air, then slammed it down hard onto the nearby ground.

A loud "boom."

The serpent's head crashed into the earth, writhing violently in agony, trying to wrench its tail free.

But Wang Yu's hands, like iron clamps, remained utterly motionless; without hesitation, he pulled again with full force.

"Boom." "Boom."

The multi-zhang-long serpent thrashed like a colossal whip as Wang Yu slammed it violently against the hillslope, its head repeatedly striking nearby hard rocks, shattering them into fragments.

At first, the serpent desperately coiled its body, occasionally attempting to turn and bite Wang Yu, but each time the immense force from behind flung it back, preventing any true reversal of its body.

In moments, the serpent was battered into a bloody, barely breathing mess.

Only then did Wang Yu release his grip, tossing the serpent onto the nearby ground; he extended one hand toward the green-red blade not far away, and it leapt instantly into his palm, landing steady and secure.

A streak of green-red shadow swept out; the serpent's head rolled aside, its mouth gaping open as its fierce eyes slowly closed.

Yet its headless body still twisted uncontrollably, its tail continuing to lash the ground—its tenacious vitality left Wang Yu secretly startled.

But these two Cultivation-Completion stage intruding beasts, with their thick hides and tough flesh, held immense value throughout their bodies; their essence-rich meat could feed his two spiritual beasts for a long while, their hides and bones made excellent alchemical materials, and the innate spiritual patterns on their bodies could serve as original spell foundations for cultivation.

Still, he didn't know if they carried core stones—after all, whether a first-stage Cultivation-Completion beast developed a core was entirely a matter of luck.

Yet as beasts, they possessed several other special parts of even greater worth.

Wang Yu pondered, then seized the green-red blade and slit open the serpent's belly; with a sweep of his spiritual sense, he plunged one hand inside, curled his fingers, and tore out a green, fist-sized spherical object.

It was the serpent's gallbladder!

Serpent gallbladders already had medicinal value for clearing vision and detoxifying; this one from a Cultivation-Completion monstrous serpent was exceedingly rare—even if sold as-is, the Sect's General Affairs Hall would pay a high price for it.

Wang Yu pulled a wooden box from his robe, carefully placed the gallbladder inside, stored it in his storage bag, then walked to the serpent's tailless body, studied it for a moment, and struck off a single green scale.

He raised the scale in one hand, his eyes glinting faintly as he gazed upward.

At its center, nine faint green spiritual patterns flickered in and out—clearly an innate spiritual object.

He swept his spiritual sense over the patterns within the scale; most symbols were blurred and indistinct. His heart leapt—this appeared to be an original spell not recorded in the Four Symbols Sect.

Wang Yu stored the scale in his bag, then approached the serpent's head, rummaged and inspected it, and finally dug out one of its golden-yellow eyes.

Inside the eye was an eight-pattern spell design, but unfortunately, the Four Symbols Sect's Scripture Hall already held similar innate spiritual objects, drastically reducing its value.

Yet when Wang Yu's gaze fell upon the strange fleshy lump on the serpent's head, his expression shifted slightly; his spiritual sense swept over it—but could not penetrate it. He gently sliced at it with his blade.

A sharp "clang."

The blade struck something hard within the lump and failed to cut through.

Intrigued, Wang Yu carefully shaved away all the outer flesh of the lump, revealing a short, emerald-green horn.

The horn was only a few inches long, tapered at the front and broad at the base, translucent throughout, with faint crimson veins visible inside; when touched, it felt slightly soft and emitted a subtle chill.

"This is…"

Wang Yu carefully pried the horn from the serpent's skull with his blade, examining it closely in his palm, puzzled.

He had never read of anything like it in any texts he'd studied, yet he knew this was no ordinary object; he immediately took out another box, placed the horn inside, and planned to ask someone at the sect after returning.

Next, he walked to the giant wild boar's corpse, located its head, and yanked out its two largest tusks; on one tusk, he found an eight-pattern flame spell pattern—but again, it was already recorded in the Four Symbols Sect's collection.

As for the beast's innate ability to shoot out its bristles, he searched its body thoroughly but found no corresponding innate spiritual object; he gave up searching and instead used his blade to cut both corpses into over a dozen pieces, selecting the largest chunks of meat rich in spiritual energy and the most suitable bones for alchemy, then summoned a large mass of water to cleanse them, applied Ice Seals, and stored them in a separate storage bag reserved for bones and artifacts.

He had previously been satisfied with his hundred-cubic-foot storage bag, but now it seemed too small—if only it were larger, he could have stored the entire corpses intact, which would have increased their value considerably.

Yet his thoughts were no longer on the beast corpses; he suppressed his excitement and walked toward the white spiritual tea tree.

The spiritual plant grew at the deepest recess of the ravine, where not a blade of grass grew nearby, yet the ground was littered with dark-gray stones of varying sizes—some as large as washbasins, others no bigger than fists.

Wang Yu stepped up to the small white tree, picked up a black stone from the ground, and examined it curiously.

The stone appeared dark gray on the surface but speckled with flecks of silver; yet it was unnaturally light—nearly a third lighter than normal stone.

He pressed his fingers slightly harder—the black stone didn't budge at all,