Translator: Tamon Translation Checker: Silavin Ling Bao’er was overwhelmed as she held the restored Sacred Immortal Sword. [What an incredible power! [It’s nowhere as average as master says.] “Master, this is definitely the immortal treasure that fell last night!” Chen Changan shook his head, “How can something so weak be an immortal treasure?” Ling Bao’er was in direct contact with Sacred Immortal Sword’s majestic power and was stumped. [This is weak?] Chen Changan waved her off, “The vat outside the temple is filled with water. Place it inside then tend to breakfast.” Ling Bao’er put away the Sacred Immortal Sword without overthinking things. [Since master says so, then it can’t be an immortal treasure.] “Master, what would you like for breakfast?” Chen Changan’s eyes lit up, “Use the demon tiger. Stew a leg and let’s not forget the most important part, his thingy.” “M-master, you want that in as well?” Ling Bao’er whispered. “Of course, I’ve been overworking myself of late and need to get my strength back.” Chen Changan smacked Ling Bao’er over the head, seeing her red face.”Ow, master, why did you hit me?” Ling Bao’er rubbed her head with a sad look. “Don’t just daydream and get breakfast ready.” “Oh!” Ling Bao’er jumped into action, running inside the temple. Chen Changan shook his head, unable to relate to the girl. She was around ten, not to mention flat as a washboard. Sure, she had her charm, being so adorable and cute, but she wasn’t in his strike zone. He-he-he, top heavy and flaring rear, the pinnacle of humanity, was what he wanted to enjoy the most. Chen Changan shook his head of those wandering thoughts and looked around. Outside the temple the vegetation grew unchecked among the debris. In front, the temple also had an old and withering sacred fig. This just would not do for someone of Chen Changan’s pedigree. So he snapped his fingers, using creation. Three meters from the temple, all glowed green, turning the random weeds into spiritual herbs and making a sanctuary out of the immortal temple. Chen Changan walked over to the withering sacred fig. The sacred fig just happened to be within three meters from the temple and placed his hand on its trunk. The sacred fig found renewed vigor as vitality coursed through its every fiber. The branches and leaves rustled as it bloomed, spreading the soothing scent throughout the immortal temple. Chen Changan smiled. “That’s more like it, a dwelling fitting of an otherworldly being such as I.” Ling Bao’er was moving the vat of water when she saw the changes outside. Her eyes went wide and froze like a statue from shock. [Is this a trick of the light? I just came into the temple so how did the outside change so much?] 。。。。。。 At the foot of the Soaring Immortal Mountain, a black wind blew. As it scattered, a group of people appeared. They wore all black, with ghastly masks and releasing sinister auras. The leader wore a golden mask, glancing at the summit with a pair of cruel eyes. “That light had to be the fallen immortal treasure. We must get it at all costs!” He waved, ready to climb the mountain. Whoosh! Three rainbows streaked the sky. After the lights faded, three sturdy men with rough features and covered in blade scars revealed themselves. They were also going for Soaring Immortal Mountain. The leader’s spiritual power surged, revealing his 9th layer Golden Core cultivation. He was none other than the boss of Evil Dragon Den, Li Batian. The other two were elders, strong Golden Core experts. Li Batian noticed the other group and his eyes glimmered evilly. “Is that Ghost Skull Sect Leader, Qiu Qiantu?” The man with the golden mask snickered, “Evil Dragon Den’s Li Batian, so you’ve also come to vie for the immortal treasure that fell last night?” “Certainly, Sect Leader Qiu. Aren’t you here for the same thing?” Qiu Qiantu said, “That means the Nine Swords Sect isn’t far away either.” Li Batian laughed, “Nine Swords Sect won’t be joining this time.” “What makes you say that?” Qiu Qiantu asked. “Last night, one of my elders met with the Nine Swords Sect’s group. Of course they’re out of the game.” “So that’s why.” “Sect Leader Qiu, are you here so early to find a trace of the immortal treasure?” Li Batian asked. “Lord Li, we all know it fell on this mountain, so why so talkative? It’s anyone’s guess who gets the immortal treasure in the end.” Qiu Qiantu said. “Ha-ha-ha, Sect Leader Qiu is right!” Li Batian laughed and clapped, unleashing his spiritual power. A great seal appeared. “Go!” He ordered. The seal shot with a bloody light, turning into a hundred meter large red rock, crushing into the other party. “Sect Leader Qiu, sorry, but I really want that treasure.” Li Batian’s group darted away while Sect Leader Qiu blocked the red rock with rage in his eyes. “Deceitful bastard!” Qiu Qiantu then took his own men to rush up the mountain. The two sides entered Soaring Immortal Mountain, their eyes peeled for any clues regarding the immortal treasure. It didn’t take long to reach the summit and the ruined temple. Li Batian took the lead, with Qiu Qiantu right behind him. They had already searched the entire Soaring Immortal Mountain, but no sign of the treasure. They had no doubt the ruined temple had to house it.