What? He Took the Materials for Refining Immortal Artifacts?

Long Jing watched from the side, lost in thought.

He recalled the scene of Chen Changqing sending Niu Lieshan flying with a single punch, then looked at how calmly he now sat like an angler steady on his platform. A faint feeling rose in his heart that things might not be so simple.

Could he really be hiding his strength?

The first day passed quickly.

There were far fewer people in the treasure vault now. Most had already chosen their materials and furnaces, carving out temporary caves in various corners of the stone platforms. The clanging of metal and the occasional sound of exploding furnaces rang out without end.

Some had successfully refined several low-grade pills, drawing waves of envy.

Others had used up precious materials only to produce a charred lump of iron, beating their chests and stamping their feet on the spot.

Chen Changqing still had not made a move.

He drank tea all day and even took a short nap.

The Dragon Clan maid delivering meals had gone from looking at him as though he were "here to freeload food" to looking at him as though he were "a hopeless case beyond saving."

The second day.

The atmosphere in the arena had clearly grown tense.

Some people had already achieved decent results.

A Rogue Cultivator from the Eastern Sea had actually managed to refine a flying dagger at the level of a Low-grade Magic Treasure. Though its rank was not high, light flowed across its blade and its sharp aura pressed against the onlookers, making quite a few turn their heads.

By afternoon.

A clear, ringing sword chime suddenly sounded from a corner!

The crowd looked toward the sound and saw a sword cultivator in white holding a longsword in both hands. Spiritual light flickered