Heavenly Hatred True Lord's face twitched.
He was a mighty Demonic Path Powerhouse, a two-thousand-year-old monster. Yet ever since he had followed Chen Lin, he had either been hammering iron or on his way to hammer iron.
"My lord, these are Deity Transformation materials..." Heavenly Hatred True Lord tried to protest. "Refining supreme-grade divine materials consumes enormous amounts of origin essence fire. Five sets in one month... these old bones of mine..."
"Can't finish?" Chen Lin glanced at him, his voice utterly flat. "Then I'll take your bones apart and feed them into the furnace as materials."
Heavenly Hatred True Lord shuddered and instantly straightened his back. "Rest assured, my lord! This old servant will spare no effort, even unto death! All five sets will be delivered within a month, with quality guaranteed!"
With that, he dragged the equally miserable Changqingzi into the pile of demon corpses and began laboriously breaking them down for materials.
Chen Lin withdrew his gaze and looked at Cangyuan, who hovered in midair.
"Now tell me exactly what your true body can do." Chen Lin sat beside the Stone Table, and Song Qiuya stepped forward as naturally as could be to pour him a cup of Spirit Spring Tea.
Cangyuan landed on the Stone Table, glanced at the tea, and curled her lip in disdain. "The spiritual energy is far too impure. I suppose it'll do."
She sat cross-legged, her little face turning serious.
"Cangyuan Hall contains a world of its own. Since you passed the trial, I won't hold anything back. First, absolute defense. Once I activate the formation, no one can crack my turtle shell without Mahayana cultivation or sustained bombardment from at least three Integration Spirit Treasures."
"Second, spiritual energy gathering. With enough spirit stones or spiritual veins to supply power, the