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 as steady as a fisherman on his platform. He vaguely felt that things might not be so simple.
Could he really have been hiding his strength?
The first day passed quickly.
There were far fewer people in the treasure vault. Most had already chosen their materials and furnaces, carving out temporary cave dwellings in every corner of the Stone Platform. The clanging of metal and the occasional explosions from ruined furnaces rang out without end.
Some successfully refined several low-grade pills, drawing waves of envy.
Others wasted 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 moved.
He spent the entire day drinking tea and even took a short nap.
The Dragon Clan maid who brought him food had begun looking at him as though he had gone from "here to freeload" to "completely beyond saving."
The second day.
The atmosphere on the field visibly grew tense.
Some had already achieved decent results.
A Rogue Cultivator from the East Sea had actually succeeded in refining a flying dagger at the level of a low-grade Dharma treasure. Though its grade was not high, light flowed over it and its sharp aura pressed against the onlookers, drawing many glances.
By afternoon.
A clear sword cry suddenly rang out from a corner!
Everyone turned toward the sound and saw a White-Clad Sword Cultivator holding a long sword in his hands. Spiritual light flickered across its blade, and it had already begun to emit the faint glow of a treasure!
"It's a Spirit Treasure!