Comrade Lao Wang gets annoyed just hearing about toxins and such. He carefully took the smooth, jade-like bone knife with a shimmering green glow.

The moment I touched it, I felt a tingling sensation in my palm, followed by a wisp of dark green smoke that slowly spread upwards along my hand.

Although Wang Shengrong's physical condition was already quite good, the remaining toxins had very limited effect, but the feeling of something stuck in his throat greatly affected his handling.

After trying to wave it a couple of times, Old Wang felt uncomfortable all over.

Furious, Wang Shengrong casually threw down the bone knife, then grabbed Wang Zheng's hammer and Miao knife, before finally letting out a helpless sigh.

"I should probably get myself a decent weapon when I get back. This bone knife is good, but the side effects are really affecting the feel of it. I'm not as freakish as you to be unaffected. As for the other two, I'm really afraid I'll break them if I squeeze them too hard..."

Then he saw Wang Zheng casually twirl the bone knife in his hand, making an incredibly awkward gesture. He felt a surge of pent-up frustration and had to vent.

"Such a treasure is ruined in your hands. It's a waste of its potential. You should go practice your swordsmanship!"

Young Master Wang looked aggrieved.

I just don't practice; I don't have the talent for it.

Besides, if you encounter someone you can beat, you don't even need to use a knife; if you encounter someone you can't beat, you still can't beat them even if you use a knife.

What's the point of learning this?!

Seeing Wang Zheng's nonchalant expression as he put away all the weapons, Wang Shengrong was furious.

"How can you be so useless? Don't you have anything else of value? You just bring me scrap metal to appease your old man!"

Wang Zheng: ? ? ?

"I haven't even used it yet. You're so useful, yet you're asking me for weapons too. Let's find a chance to see. Usually, these demon kings will forge their most important parts into special equipment. Perhaps this Rainbow-faced Illusion Fox will give you some surprises..."

Wang Zheng muttered a few complaints in response to his father, then quickly walked to the demon king's unseeing head and began to carefully sense it.

Before long, a strange spiritual fluctuation was discovered at the lower jaw of the huge fox head. Then, they reached in and pulled hard, and a bloody pearl rolled out.

The bead was about the size of a fist and was semi-transparent.

Within it, milky-white energy bodies constantly swirled, dreamlike and ethereal, crystal clear, shimmering with dazzling luster, seemingly containing extremely rich spiritual power, appearing quite extraordinary.

Although it is also a round crystal, it is obvious that this is not the demon core. Sensing the energy inside, Wang Zheng guessed that this should be the pearl condensed by the Illusion Fox Demon King.

Wang Zheng carefully held the treasure in his palm, feeling the warmth emanating from it, and began to make a decision.

This Rainbow-faced Illusionary Fox is a demon king of the mental type, and its mental power is absolutely not to be underestimated. Although we don't know the specific effects of this pearl yet, it would be perfect to take it back and give it to my mother as a gift to help her achieve extraordinary success.

This was the first time Wang Shengrong had ever seen such a scene, and he couldn't help but feel curious.

"This is the demon king's magic weapon you mentioned? Apart from being a bit pretty, it doesn't seem like anything special to me."

Wang Zheng was speechless at his father's lack of appreciation for the product.

You, someone whose mental strength is only around 50 points year-round, what right do you have to evaluate the magic weapon of a demon king with 180 points of mental attribute? If such a treasure were to fall into the hands of someone like my father, it would truly be a case of casting pearls before swine.

Wang Zheng inwardly looked down on his father, but he didn't say it out loud. Uh... it was definitely not because he couldn't beat him that he chickened out; it was out of respect, to give his father face.

"This is a demon king of the spiritual type. Its treasure is definitely not suitable for you. I'll keep this and take it home to give to my mother. There will be other opportunities when we find other demon kings, so don't worry."

Wang Zheng comforted his father and casually offered him a glimpse of hope: "Hmm! The next one will be even better."

When Wang Shengrong heard that it might be useful to his wife, his old face lit up with a smile, and he quickly changed his words, praising her three times in a row.

"Good, good, good, put it away, quickly put it away. A treasure from a psychic demon king combined with a psychic grandmaster is naturally excellent, excellent indeed..."

Wang Zheng was astonished by his father's change in attitude and put his phone away with considerable disappointment.

He even recorded his father's arrogant behavior, hoping to have a backup plan, but he never expected his father to be so cowardly.

As he spoke, Wang Zheng lifted the demon king's head, intending to put it into his storage space and take it back to Xiao Jin as food.

Just then, a golden-brown light suddenly appeared around the demon king's neck. After the skin and flesh were torn open, a brown hair follicle as tall as a person fell off.

After falling to the ground, it gradually shrank, and finally turned into a palm-sized black fleshy sac in a halo of light.

At this moment, the musky scent became even stronger, and the smell was extremely pungent!

Seeing the unexpected gain, Wang Zheng was amazed and overjoyed.

After lifting it up and feeling it carefully, Wang Zheng realized that it was not a piece of meat at all, but a gland that only grows in musk deer.

It is also the primary source of musk.

Wang Zheng leaned closer and took a careful sniff. For no reason, he felt a wave of dizziness, so he quickly cast two beams of holy light on himself to detoxify.

There's no mistake, this must be the "magic weapon" that the Musk King of Fragrant Mist has created by condensing all the scents.

Upon seeing the sachet, Wang Zheng breathed a sigh of relief. Demon kings were constantly scheming and fighting each other, so it was impossible for them to give such a treasure to others.

So it seems there's only one explanation.

The Fragrant Musk King has already died at the hands of the Illusion Fox King, and this sachet must be her spoils of war.

Then, using the scent of the sachet and its own spiritual power, the fox disguised itself as the other party's aura and hunted in this area...

Put it away, put it away. After all, it's a treasure refined by the Demon King using his spiritual energy. Take it back and show it to Master Euro; who knows, it might come in handy in the future...

But why did the Fox Demon King go to such lengths to prevent him from going deep into Kunxu Mountain?

Well, now that he had obtained the two rare treasures, Young Master Wang was in a great mood and didn't want to think about it anymore. He decided to take his father away first, find a safe place to rest, and then go back to the deep mountains tomorrow during the day!