In the history of Blue Sky Sword Sea, the youngest Law Elder ever appeared.
Chen Xia, who was less than three thousand years old, replaced the position of the Fourth Law Elder and took office gloriously.
According to the rules of Blue Sky Sword Sea, there would be celebrations when Elders with titles took office, which was considered congratulations.
However, there was also something that made the formal disciples worried.
Could Chen Xia really serve well as the Law Elder?
Not to mention borrowing three hundred thousand spirit stones without returning them, plucking the Great Emperor Seedling's head and beating a group of Elders half dead.
Was there really any law in this?
The formal disciples mostly shook their heads, but in the Great Heaven, strength was supreme after all.
Chen Xia was able to beat down the original Law Elder, and he himself was the Great Emperor Seedling of Blue Sky Sword Sea, so it made sense for him to become this Law Elder.
After all, if it was another disciple, they probably couldn't have beaten down the Law Elder either.
The celebration began half a month later.
Chen Xia still wore a green shirt, nothing much changed, just with an additional gilded sword seal on his chest representing his Elder status.
This was Blue Sky Sword Sea's certification of the Elders. Ordinary Elders had a gilded thin sword, while the Law Elders had a gilded longsword.
This was considered a big day, so the usually busy Old Fisherman also followed Chen Xia and stood in the room with his disciple, waiting to attend later.
Chen Xia kept fiddling with the gilded sword seal on his chest, looking very curious.
"This gilded sword seal contains some Blue Sky Sword Intent, it's a good thing. Although it has no attacking effect, wearing it for a long time can increase some sword intent, which benefits sword cultivators the most," Old Fisherman explained to the side, and then lightly beckoned with his hand, "If your position goes up even more, you can get a real gilded flying sword, better than this sword seal."
Chen Xia nodded, then felt it some more and said, "I'm just curious how much it's worth."
Old Fisherman was stunned, his eyebrows slightly frowned, "You're not thinking of selling this sword seal, are you?"
"How could that be possible!" Chen Xia shook his head righteously, then raised his eyebrows again, "But I'm not a sword cultivator, so this sword seal should have a better owner. I want to lend it out to help real sword cultivators!"
"No need for you to help," Old Fisherman directly refused, and warned at the same time, "This is an invaluable treasure of Blue Sky Sword Sea, don't mess around, you'll be severely punished if found out!"
Although Chen Xia didn't believe in any severe punishment, there was no need to argue with Old Fisherman either, so he just nodded.
For a while, silence filled the room, with neither speaking first.
"Almost at the second layer of the Sea Inversing Realm?" Old Fisherman suddenly asked.
"More or less." Chen Xia replied flatly, with an ambiguous expression in the gloom.
"Speed it up, when the world comes to an end, Blue Sky Sword Sea may need you to stand out." Old Fisherman said again.
"Okay." Chen Xia just nodded slightly, without saying much.
Old Fisherman folded his aged hands in front of him, his gaze looking into the distance through the room, and suddenly sighed.
"It would've been good if you were born ten thousand years earlier or later."
Chen Xia glanced slightly sideways, "You'll have to discuss that with my mother, I can't make that decision."
It was the truth.
"Haha." Old Fisherman laughed once, then asked, "Is your family still around?"
"If reincarnation is real, then probably yes." Chen Xia told a cold joke.
Old Fisherman didn't laugh, just shook his head slightly, and asked again, "A lonely man?"
"I guess so," Chen Xia nodded, "When one is fed, the whole family won't go hungry."
"No desires?"
"Not too sure about desires, but there is one thing I don't want to do." Chen Xia replied.
"What?" Old Fisherman asked again.
"Don't want to die," Chen Xia said very calmly.
Old Fisherman opened his mouth, but didn't say anything. He put his hands behind him, squinting his eyes, and suddenly asked, "Do you regret entering Blue Sky Sword Sea?"
Chen Xia raised his head slightly, "Do you want the truth or lies?"
"Tell me both."
"Never mind, it won't be the truth once I say it out." Chen Xia declined with a shake of his head.
Old Fisherman didn't speak either, and the master and disciple fell back into dull silence.
Perhaps they both knew in their hearts.
There never really was any master and disciple.
The sound of gongs and drums came from outside, indicating the celebration had begun.
Chen Xia tidied his green shirt and strode towards the outside. Big Yellow Dog and Chi Yu had been waiting at the door. They were his designated left and right arms.
"Bro, can I really be this Law Elder?" Big Yellow Dog was still a little apprehensive. After all, it was the first time in so many years that he had become an official.
As it turned out, he really could just lie down!
Chi Yu didn't say anything. His formal disciple getting a Law Elder position wasn't a big deal.
"Don't worry, you don't need to do anything as one, just hang around and collect your salary," Chen Xia thoughtfully explained.
Big Yellow Dog breathed a sigh of relief, now reassured.
The man, dog and bird strode onto the stage, facing the disciples, with several Elders also present to observe the ceremony.
Chen Xia pressed down with one hand, and the sound of drums and horns suddenly stopped, the discussion in the field instantly disappearing as well.
"Let's keep it short," Chen Xia said. "I'm replacing the previous Fourth Law Elder because he was in poor health.
"This was unavoidable, since with health problems one should recuperate properly. He is quite old and it's time to step down."
It sounded caring, but also somewhat wrong.
The disciples below didn't dare say much either. Chen Xia had won, so whatever he said was right.
Plus the Sect Protector Elder speaking up for him, this Law Elder position should be his.
This was the power of background and strength.
"In this joyous atmosphere, I cannot forget the touching dedication of the former Fourth Law Elder. This is called not forgetting the well digger after drinking the water, so we must be thankful," Chen Xia continued, signaling Big Yellow Dog and Chi Yu at the same time.
Big Yellow Dog and Chi Yu understood, and quickly retreated to the back, seeming to do something.
This left the disciples below confused, wondering what Chen Xia was going to do, and why he was thanking the former Law Elder?
The disciples whispered among themselves, some noisy chatter arising.
Chen Xia cleared his throat, his expression becoming solemn as he beckoned to the back.
"To thank the former Fourth Law Elder for his dedication, we have specially invited him to attend this solemn celebration!"
As soon as Chen Xia finished speaking.
Big Yellow Dog and Chi Yu carried out a stretcher, with the former half-dead Law Elder lying on it.
The entire scene fell silent now, staring blankly at the half-dead state of the Fourth Law Elder, unable to say anything for a long time.
"As everyone knows, I am a man who respects the elderly and cherishes the young. Even if there was some unpleasantness between the Law Elder and I before, that's in the past."
"Now that I have newly taken office, I should be even more magnanimous. Even if the previous Law Elder was a little insensible, how can I search my heart and ask, shouldn't I be broad-minded as an adult?"
Chen Xia grabbed the Law Elder's drooping hand and held it up high, smiling at the people below.
"So I have decided to forgive the former Law Elder and shake hands with him to make peace!"
The onlookers stared blankly, somewhat shocked.
The half-dead Law Elder suddenly opened his eyes, stared at Chen Xia, his expression twisted, mumbling for a long time but unable to say anything.
"I understand," Chen Xia patted his hand, his smile even broader as he said to the crowd.
"See, I brought him back to life."

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