"Reliance?"
The young man surnamed Chu sneered. "A brute too lazy to even touch an artifact-forging furnace—what reliance could he possibly have? I'd say he's simply smashing a broken jar, trying to use this stunt to draw attention."
"Just watch. He'll soon become the biggest joke of this trial."
On the high platform.
The True Dragon Clan Chief, Long Gan, also turned his gaze toward Chen Changqing.
His eyes were deep, revealing neither joy nor anger. Yet within those golden pupils seemed to be a trace of probing curiosity.
Chen Changqing ignored everyone's gazes.
He returned to where he had been sitting, which had now become the center of attention.
Unlike the others, he neither opened a cave abode nor went looking for an artifact cauldron.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, he sat down directly on the ground.
Then he planted that section of Chaos Divine Wood into the ground and casually placed the lump of Nine-Heaven Breathing Soil beside it.
This series of actions left everyone stunned once more.
"What's he doing? Arranging flowers?"
"He doesn't even have a furnace. Is he planning to knead it with his hands?"
"Don't be hasty. Maybe he has some secret technique, like... generating power with love?"
The mockery rose wave after wave.
Long Lan had already shut her eyes in despair. She felt that this fellow called Li Feiyu had thoroughly disgraced the True Dragon Clan today.
Just then, Chen Changqing finally made another move.
He raised a hand and reached toward his storage ring.
Everyone's laughter unconsciously quieted somewhat.
They were all curious what other trick this madman intended to pull.
The next moment.
Beneath the focus of hundreds of gazes, Chen Changqing withdrew his hand from his storage ring.
A hammer had appeared in his hand.
It was a black hammer