Becoming an immortal against the will of heaven

Thinking of this, Chen Tian's curiosity grew even stronger. He stared intently at the Emerald-Eyed Viper in his hand, intending to explore more of its secrets.

However, after staring for a long time, Chen Tian was ultimately disappointed. Apart from the occasional flick of its tongue and a cute pose, the Emerald-Eyed Viper remained lazy, offering no clues.

Helplessly smiling, Chen Tian flicked the Emerald-Eyed Viper's small head with his finger before putting it back into the spirit beast pouch.

Although he couldn't discover the secret of the Emerald-Eyed Viper, Chen Tian now had a guess as to why it could kill the Bat-Winged Flood Dragon.

In the Fallen Immortal Valley, Chen Tian had heard Duan Muya say that the Emerald-Eyed Viper had an extraordinary background, being a direct descendant of the ancient Dragon race.

However, one of their ancestors violated dragon rules, resulting in their removal from the Dragon registry and demotion to snakes.

Even so, the Emerald-Eyed Viper's origins were exceptional, and its bloodline was closer to the Dragon race.

In contrast, the Bat-Winged Flood Dragon, although also a descendant of the Dragon race, belonged to a subspecies of dragons. In human terms, it was illegitimate—a bastard child born from a horny dragon's momentary fling with another demon beast, technically not even considered part of the Dragon race.

Therefore, when it saw the Emerald-Eyed Viper, it was intimidated by the latent dragon might within it, causing fear, which allowed the Emerald-Eyed Viper to easily kill it.

As for why the Emerald-Eyed Viper disobeyed Chen Tian's orders and insisted on swallowing the Bat-Winged Flood Dragon's demon core, it was probably attracted by the dragon aura on the Bat-Winged Flood Dragon, knowing that swallowing its demon core would greatly benefit its strength.

Having figured this out, Chen Tian felt even more relieved.

After all, the Emerald-Eyed Viper was a demon pet he had subdued. The stronger it was, the more it would help Chen Tian. What did two mere demon cores matter?

Thinking this way, Chen Tian gently patted the spirit beast pouch hanging on his waist, a hint of affection in his eyes.

But soon, Chen Tian shifted his gaze to the massive dragon corpse on the ground.

Although the demon core was gone, the Bat-Winged Flood Dragon was a ninth-order demon beast, and its entire body was a treasure.

And since it was a treasure, how could Chen Tian not collect it?

After revealing a sly smile, Chen Tian wielded his long sword, rolled up his sleeves, and began working on the Bat-Winged Flood Dragon's corpse.

Like with the Thunder Emperor Crocodile, Chen Tian first peeled off the Bat-Winged Flood Dragon's hide.

As a ninth-order demon beast, the Bat-Winged Flood Dragon had cultivated in the Yue Li Mountains for at least several thousand years, reaching a terrifying length of one hundred zhang!

Chen Tian spent a long time peeling off all of its dragon hide, which, when folded, weighed several hundred pounds!

Fortunately, Chen Tian possessed a storage ring that could hold thousands of times its volume; otherwise, he wouldn't have known what to do with this heavy dragon hide.

After throwing the entire dragon hide into the storage ring, Chen Tian also chopped off its two bat-like wings from its back and put them in as well.

Having done all this, Chen Tian flipped over to the Bat-Winged Flood Dragon's back, starting from the top of its head and cutting open its entire back to extract its dragon tendon.

A flood dragon's dragon tendon was a great treasure, often in a state where it was priced but unavailable on the market. Even if Chen Tian couldn't use it, he could take it to the trading market to exchange for things he needed.

Logically, after collecting the Bat-Winged Flood Dragon's hide and its dragon tendon, the remaining items would not have much value and could be left behind.

However, at this moment, Chen Tian stared intently at the Bat-Winged Flood Dragon's corpse, a puzzled look in his eyes, as if contemplating something. After a long while, Chen Tian finally made up his mind, went to the Bat-Winged Flood Dragon's head, pinched his nose, and entered its mouth.

The Bat-Winged Flood Dragon lived in the dark swamp abyss for a long time, and the food it ate was all kinds of birds and beasts. After these demon beasts rotted inside the Bat-Winged Flood Dragon, they emitted extremely strong stench.

Chen Tian had only taken a few steps before he was about to be sickened by the stench.

Fortunately, Chen Tian timely sealed his seven orifices with spiritual power and stabilized his churning stomach, still slowly walking into the Bat-Winged Flood Dragon's body.

Chen Tian finally stopped when he reached the roots of the Bat-Winged Flood Dragon's two fangs.

At this moment, Chen Tian frowned as he reached out to explore the Bat-Winged Flood Dragon's two teeth.

After carefully examining for a long time, Chen Tian seemed to have found something, and his previously worried face immediately became joyful.

With a flip of his right hand, the Azure Phoenix Sword appeared in his hand, and then he suddenly stabbed forcefully at the roots of the fangs, and drops of stinky black liquid spurted out like a spring.

Looking at these foul-smelling black liquids, Chen Tian appeared very happy, and he hurriedly took out two small blue bottles from the storage ring and reached out to catch them.

After filling both small blue bottles, Chen Tian finally walked out of the Bat-Winged Flood Dragon's body.

As soon as he came outside, Chen Tian took several deep breaths of fresh air. The smell inside was too awful, and Chen Tian felt that if he stayed for another moment, he would be fainted by the stench.

After finally recovering, Chen Tian immediately took out the two small blue bottles and examined them in the sunlight.

These two small bottles contained the Bat-Winged Flood Dragon's poison.

Logically, flood dragons are a subspecies of the ancient Dragon race, and they themselves are non-toxic.

However, Chen Tian also thought that since the Bat-Winged Flood Dragon moved to the Yue Li Mountains, it gradually abandoned its dragon nature and slowly evolved towards snakes.

And all snake demon beasts contain extremely terrifying venom in their bodies.

So Chen Tian wanted to try his luck and see if he could also find venom in the Bat-Winged Flood Dragon's body.

And the fact was just as he thought, the Bat-Winged Flood Dragon had evolved into a half-dragon, half-snake body after tens of thousands of years, and venom had also developed in its body.

This venom came from the body of a ninth-order flood dragon, and its toxicity must be more potent than other snakes, and in that case, it would be a good treasure.

It can be said that Chen Tian obtained so many things from this Bat-Winged Flood Dragon, apart from the demon core, the flood dragon venom was the most precious.

After looking at the two bottles of flood dragon venom as if they were treasures again, Chen Tian contentedly put them into the storage ring.

And at the same time as putting them in, Chen Tian cast several restrictions on the two small bottles to protect them from damage, otherwise, if they were broken, not only would the flood dragon venom be lost, but it might even pollute the other items in the storage ring, and in that case, Chen Tian would have no tears to cry.

After doing all this, Chen Tian clapped his hands in satisfaction, and then he was about to leave.

But at this moment, a black shadow in the distant sky was flying towards him at an extremely fast speed.