Chen Changqing streaked across the sky like a bolt of azure lightning and landed steadily in the air above the Netherworld Trench.
With the Immortal-Slaying Sword on his back and his azure robes snapping in the sea breeze, he calmly surveyed his surroundings.
More than three hundred True Lord cultivators stared at him in unison, their eyes gleaming with different emotions—greed, hesitation, wariness, and eagerness to try their luck.
"Everyone." Chen Changqing spoke softly, yet his voice reached every ear clearly. "I am Chen Changqing of Shushan. May I ask what brings you all this far?"
The crowd fell silent for a moment.
An elder in gray robes was the first to step forward.
"You are too courteous, young friend Chen. I am an elder of the Eastern Wilderness Rogue Cultivators Alliance, and my name is simply Hong." The Gray-robed Elder cupped his hands in greeting, his face wreathed in smiles. "We came today with no ill intent. We merely heard that you underwent a transformation in the Heavenly Void Divine Pool and still have chaos essence within you, so we came to ask for a wisp."
"Ask for it?" Chen Changqing raised an eyebrow slightly. "You make that sound awfully easy, Elder Hong."
"You misunderstand, young friend Chen." Elder Hong hurriedly waved his hands. "Naturally, we would not take your belongings for nothing. As long as you are willing to share a wisp of chaos essence, I am willing to offer a hundred thousand high-grade spirit stones in compensation."
"A hundred thousand high-grade spirit stones?" Chen Changqing smiled. "How generous of you, Elder Hong. Unfortunately, I fear I must disappoint you all—there is no chaos essence within me."
The moment he said this, the atmosphere changed abruptly.
"Now that is hardly an honest answer, young friend Chen." A middle-aged