Translator: Tamon Translation Checker: Silavin He was astounded, struggling to speak through the gargantuan pressure. “Fellow Daoist, you must understand; it was all just a big misunderstanding.” Chen Changan smiled. “Just because you said it? As the Domain Lord of the Sumeru Immortal Domain, your power must be quite high. I’m sure a trickle of pressure means nothing.” Wu Ming feared dying after finally reincarnating from the six paths. [Am I going to die again?] This time, he was gone for good. “Fellow Daoist, I’m not lying. It really was all just a misunderstanding. I was wrong to offend you, Fellow Daoist. I will compensate you for my transgression. I will do everything in my power as a Domain Lord to fulfill Fellow Daoist’s terms!” Wu Ming looked young, but Chen Changan had no compassion. This was no child, not at heart at least. Though the word of compensation did tickle his fancy. The pressure vanished, knowing that not even the mighty Domain Lord could take this kind of beating—not for long at least. “Regardless of terms?” Chen Changan gazed down at him. He was skeptical. Wu Ming would live up to his promise. The child eased a breath and nodded hard. Chen Changan had his life in his hands. He was reborn a minute ago and already on the fast track to hell. “I’m sure my meager conditions are nothing for someone as amazing as a Domain Lord.” “Please tell me, fellow Daoist.” Chen Changan said, “What about Immortal Mines?” “Immortal Mines?” “You can’t give them?” Wu Ming shook his head hard. “Fellow Daoist, of course I can.” The initial shock passed, thinking Chen Changan wanted something way more outrageous. While precious, Immortal Mines weren’t everything. He could do without them. “Great. That’ll be a hundred Immortal Mines for your life.” Wu Ming gaped. [A hundred?! That’s fricking insane!] It was quite easy for the old him, but Wu Ming was now an ex-Domain Lord. Emphasis on ‘ex’. The most he could get were around eight once he got back home. Wu Ming looked conflicted, his voice low. “Fellow Daoist, aren’t a hundred a bit much?” “Much? Little monk, you call yourself Sumeru Immortal Domain Lord, the ruler of an entire Immortal Domain. A hundred Immortal Mines can’t be easier for you. Especially when I believe your life is far more valuable than them.” Wu Ming smiled, “Fellow Daoist, you’re right. My life is indeed more valuable. But I have just been reborn and am no longer in that position.” Chen Changan’s eyes went frosty. “So you can’t compensate me?” Wu Ming rushed to say, “Fellow Daoist, wait for me to become the Domain Lord once more, and your hundred Immortal Mines are as good as done.” The great Domain Lord felt intimidated by Chen Changan, probably the only one in his life that could make him feel this way. He had been reborn just now, didn’t he? He’d like to keep it that way, at any cost. Chen Changan stared, finding no lies in Wu Ming’s words. As Chen Changan gave it some thought, killing a Domain Lord like this wasn’t worth it. Chen Changan said, “Fine, I’ll let you go for now.” “Many thanks, fellow Daoist.” “So how many mines can you give me right now?” Chen Changan went straight to business. He needed those stones. Either the guy gave them, or death would follow. Wu Ming paused, “Fellow Daoist, the most I can offer are eight.” Chen Changan squinted. A far cry from the hundred he was promised, but then again, Bai Yue’s clan only had 10 as well. Getting eight from Wu Ming as well was a good start. Wu Ming’s tension grew every second Chen Changan was silent. “Eight is far too little than a hundred, but better than nothing. I’ll take them for now and spare you.” “Sure, fellow Daoist. Take me to Sumeru Immortal Domain, and I’ll hand them over to you.” “Take you?” Chen Changan asked. “Yes. I’m not strong enough to open the Immortal Gate to connect with the Upper Realm. But Fellow Daoist is sure to do it with ease.” [Only heaven knows how the hell that bloody gate gets open. And going with you means leaving Absolute Domain. Not happening!] “Fellow Daoist, what do you think?”