To withstand the continuous attacks of the Demon Subduer, it must be an outstanding Cosmos magic artifact, no less resilient than a Fourth Grade divine armor of the mortal world.

There was also the tiger-head waist medallion storage treasure, which Meng Chuan took out intending to trade.

"Indeed, he is the number one genius of San Qin, like a machine cat, possessing so many good treasures."

"That’s right, who else would be willing to sell storage treasures? The material for making them, Void Stone, is scarce. I bet the price of storage treasures will increase in the future!"

Meng Chuan’s ears were keen, catching the discussions of the people below, yet he did not share their sentiment...

As Dragon Realm established diplomatic relations, Blue Star, locked by Shanghao, was able to trade its specialties for many foreign items, including Void Stones.

This was the information gap between others and Meng Chuan.

Thus he was eager to trade early, to prevent these Void Stones from flowing into Great Chu, causing the collapse of storage treasure prices...

Many in the audience were interested, but Meng Chuan only accepted exchanges for Third Grade or above natural treasures, leaving most people sighing wistfully.

Someone hesitated, and just as Meng Chuan was about to leave disappointed, they stood up and walked to the stage.

"I am Jia Xiong, Commander of the Defense Army of Luoshang City, at your service, Master Meng."

The visitor, though a Martial Arts Grandmaster Commander, showed no arrogance facing Meng Chuan.

Meng Chuan nodded and smiled:

"Commander Jia."

Exchanges were private, in a small room next door.

Jia Xiong entered, and once Meng Chuan followed, he closed the door behind and straightforwardly said:

"I have materials from a Fourth Rank Great Demon, specifically from a Divine Blood Devil Dragon. I wonder if Master Meng is interested?"

Meng Chuan’s eyes lit up, nodding immediately.

It was well known that Cosmos creatures were peculiar in that they had no reproductive isolation.

Capturing True Dragons from Dragon Realm and committing atrocious acts was all too common...

Thus, hybrid Devil Dragons, though not as rare as True Dragons, were still valuable treasures.

Especially those with divine blood in them.

Their True Spirit was beyond precious and needed no elaboration.

The remaining organs were crafted into elixirs with unmatched effects to strengthen muscles and bones, and many longevity treasures required dragon blood or a dragon heart for refinement.

Their bones and skins were crafted into True Martial artifacts, superior among peers, such as the bat-winged dragon wing bones Meng Chuan had redeemed before.

Seeing Meng Chuan’s interest, Jia Xiong didn’t beat around the bush.

With a wave of his hand, a black wooden box revealed a dark, sinister, flat, round, soft object.

Its wrinkled surface pulsed rhythmically, opening and closing, emitting a "thump thump" sound, as if alive, radiating powerful vitality.

"This is the Dragon Heart of a Fourth Rank pinnacle Ghost Dragon, it can be used in alchemy or consumed directly. Its value certainly matches your waist medallion."

Jia Xiong’s voice was confident, yet his heart ached, reluctantly handing it to Meng Chuan for inspection.

Taking the box, Meng Chuan grasped the dragon heart between two fingers, flipping it over to examine.

As he lightly touched it with his senses, a pitch-black strange dragon shadow with a hundred-foot body surged toward his mind sea.

Scarlet eyes exuded inexplicable hatred, its menacing, vortex-shaped maw gaping wide, rows of ferocious fangs ready to devour the stronghold in an instant—

Whoosh!

An elephant god descended from the heavens, its spiritual flames blazing, pinning down the Ghost Dragon’s back with precision.

Its four pillar legs stomped in a savage war, the Ghost Dragon bursting instantly...

In reality, Meng Chuan was momentarily dazed.

A grand majestic aura leaked briefly, yet his demeanor remained calm.

Jia Xiong’s gaze shifted to the center of Meng Chuan’s brow, showing surprise.

He hadn’t expected this young man to manage the Ghost Dragon’s remnants with such ease, comparable to a Grandmaster.

"Under great reputation, there is no falsehood..."

Jia Xiong, at eighty-five, pondered his three sons and two daughters, comparing each to Meng Chuan, wishing he could send them all back to their mother’s womb for reformation...

Unaware of Jia Xiong’s inner drama, Meng Chuan’s eyes remained calm and unwavering.

Holding the subdued dragon heart before him, he took a sniff, a craving gleamed in his gaze.

He wanted to swallow it whole and let the inner landscape refine it furiously!

Meng Chuan quickly collected himself, pondering.

For something to make him briefly lose composure, it surely boded significant benefits for himself.