Translator: Tamon Translation Checker: Silavin Ling Bao’er and Foxy had been around Chen Changan the most. But even they were ignorant of his power’s depth, only sensing its unfathomable and limitless strength. The girls believed beyond a shadow of a doubt there could never be anyone in existence capable of defeating their Master. Chen Changan did not stop Ling Bao’er, his calm demeanour hiding a slight restlessness. [From what I hear, the coot must be Cloud Province’s Immortal Heritage Clan Shi’s Patriarch and a powerful Immortal Slayer at that. He is on the level of the nine Lords!] Based on the info he gathered from She Zini’s report on Cloud Province, Eternity Coven met its demise at the hands of the three Immortal Heritage Clans, Tang, Shi, and Zhong. Now Patriarch Shi had the nerve to turn on him. Chen Changan’s eyes went cold, showing a smirk. “Patriarch Shi, you’re suspicious of my strength, I see.” Shi Jian’s heart sank under his gaze, but he did not back down. “Can you blame me, Senior? All I’ve heard are rumours, never seeing Senior’s might for myself. Doubt is only natural.” “Is that so?” Chen Changan said. Switching on Special Effects, his eyes shone golden, like blinding suns. The golden eyes burned, sending billions of scorching needles and forcing Shi Jian to falter. The old man was looking deathly pale, struck with terror. The cultivators around looked curious what brought on this sudden change. Chen Changan spoke again, “Patriarch Shi, I’ve spared you but a glance of my Piercing Eyes, but you can not even handle that. You should be grateful this is the Continent Assembly, or I’d have your body torched under Divine Fire, your soul cremated in its embers.” The flat words carried a monumental bloodlust, making all present gasp in fright. They all knew Shi Jian was an Immortal Slayer, yet Chen Changan made it sound like he was barbecuing. Shi Jian was overwhelmed with horror, unable to get a single word out of his choking throat. This was all the confirmation the cultivators needed to panic as well. [Chen Changan’s might is beyond our grasp!] [A look sent an Immortal Slayer cowering!] They all grew curious at Senior’s Piercing Eyes. What was it? A skill? At the very least, with Shi Jian setting a prime example, no one at the Continent Assembly questioned Chen Changan’s cultivation ever again. The bustle quickly resumed, with wine pouring without stopping and chatter drowning out any unease that had just occurred. Nevertheless, one subtle effect it did have. The cultivators learned from Shi Jian’s suffering, and none slighted or challenged Chen Changan. Unless someone was feeling suicidal. That’s different. As the gathering progressed, the Scarlet Province Lord spoke up, “Senior’s might is incredible. Many years ago, the Scarlet Province experienced an Immortal Treasure’s descent—a copper furnace containing terrible power. A thousand years passed, and I’m nowhere near refining it. I heard that Senior got an Immortal Treasure and even offered it to your disciple, refined in that instant. I can only surmise that Senior must know how to refine my Immortal Treasure as well. “I’d be most grateful for your help, Senior.” Scarlet Province Lord took out the item—a copper furnace no bigger than his palm flickering with a blinding scarlet light. The audience gasped, feeling the immense and terrible Immortal Energy within. “An Upper Realm Immortal Treasure!” “I’ve never seen one before.” “Such an astonishing power. Once Scarlet Province Lord refines it, he’ll become the strongest using it alongside his cauldron!” “Senior surely has a way to refine it.” “…” All eyes were on the glowing furnace, as was all the chatter, some of which tinted with expectation as they turned to Chen Changan. They wanted him to help Scarlet Province Lord refine it and unleash its unprecedented Immortal aura. Chen Changan looked nonplussed, but his mind was in panic.