Xiao Long couldn't help but smile wryly. The mountain of storage rings only fetched a little over two billion gold coins.

But after thinking about it, he was relieved. After all, not everyone is wealthy, and most people in Tianfeng Kingdom are still ordinary martial artists.

He had accumulated quite a few spirit stones. Xiao Long counted briefly: ten billion middle-grade spirit stones and countless lower-grade ones, enough to form three lower-grade spiritual veins.

However, these were just trifles. The truly valuable items were yet to come.

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Xiao Long took out a bone flute, which he found in Qin Feng's storage ring. Inside it was the last drop of celestial demon blood.

Xiao Long sprayed the Nether Demon Flame, melting it to reveal a drop of blood exuding a strong pressure.

"I'll keep this drop of blood for now; it might come in handy later."@@novelbin@@

Xiao Long stored the celestial demon blood in his inventory.

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