Little Cinnabar Hall is currently famous throughout the territory of Qing Province.
It’s not because of Little Cinnabar Hall itself, but because of Chen Xia.
Now all the cultivators in Qing Province know that a Heaven-defying guardian has emerged from Little Cinnabar Hall. His writings can refine high-grade spirit medicines, and his martial arts can beat Bai Wu to within an inch of his life.
He excels in both literature and martial arts.
The cultivators of Little Cinnabar Hall have also heard these words, and naturally feel more respect towards Chen Xia. Most of the cultivators have expressed their loyalty to Chen Xia’s side.
A few elders frown, thinking this is not good news for Little Cinnabar Hall. If all the cultivators go to Chen Xia’s camp, wouldn’t Little Cinnabar Hall become Chen Xia’s dictatorship?
The elders feel this is problematic, and immediately report it to the current master of Little Cinnabar Hall.
The master shrugs his hands helplessly and says,
“What can I do?”
Even Lian Qiu can’t handle Chen Xia right now. As the little master of Little Cinnabar Hall, what can he do? Should he go over and get beaten up, and then realize the reality?
That would be self-abasement.
The Little Cinnabar Hall master has no masochistic tendencies, and doesn’t want to worry about this.
Although he is called the master, he actually has no dignity as a master. Above him is the Qiu Family, and any ancient beast can come to Little Cinnabar Hall to cause trouble.
Anyway, they are all being oppressed by others, so it’s better to be oppressed by Chen Xia. At least Chen Xia treats them well and provides spirit medicines.
The other ancient beasts have never given Little Cinnabar Hall any spirit medicines.
“If we are all under this person's command, can Little Cinnabar Hall still be called Little Cinnabar Hall in the future?”
One elder still discontentedly argues.
“Well, if you really have an opinion, go say it in front of that person at the gate. Telling me is useless. It’s not like I can beat him,” the Little Cinnabar Hall master is very realistic. Anyway, he just doesn’t want to get beaten.
The elders look at each other speechlessly, not knowing how to explain, so they stammer,
“Understood.”
They hurriedly leave, not daring to look back.
The Little Cinnabar Hall master sighs, shakes his head, and says again,
“To be honest, just looking at it now, is it really a bad thing for Little Cinnabar Hall to submit to this person?”
He chuckles and continues, “I don't see any downsides. I think there are more benefits - first, many spirit medicines, second, powerful martial strength. The existence of such a person, if he can really become the backbone of Little Cinnabar Hall, it is actually a blessing for Little Cinnabar Hall.”
The master's eyebrows furrow as he finally says,
“Are you worried that it’s bad for Little Cinnabar Hall, or bad for yourselves? I can't say.”
The few elders lower their heads, not knowing how to explain, so they just mumble,
“Understood.”
They hurriedly leave, not daring to look back.
The Little Cinnabar Hall master sighs again, and shakes his head slightly.
What he worries about now is only one thing - if Chen Xia gets into trouble and leaves midway, then the angry ancient beasts can only vent their anger on Little Cinnabar Hall.
At that time, even the Qiu Family may not be able to protect Little Cinnabar Hall, and what remains is annihilation.
But compared to living under ancient beasts as dogs, it would only be a little worse.
Qing Province is said to be the territory of the human race, but there is nothing resembling the territory of the human race here. Of the eight major powers, only the Qiu Family and Huang Family are of the human race. The other six major powers are all ancient beasts.
The whole of Qing Province is dominated by the rampancy of demons. Most of the human race are controlled by the demons, only given the most basic cultivation methods. When human cultivators reach the Qi Refining or Foundation Establishment stage, their essence and blood are devoured.
The Little Cinnabar Hall master feels that saying Qing Province is the territory of the human race is something the great demons intentionally spread for humans to hear, to attract humans to take root in Qing Province and become cultivation nutrients.
Little Cinnabar Hall is under the Qiu Family, so they are slightly better off than other humans in Qing Province, but only slightly.
Over the millennia, it has not been uncommon for Little Cinnabar Hall cultivators to be devoured by ancient beasts. In just the three hundred years he has been master, there have been no less than a hundred such incidents.
Little Cinnabar Hall is like penned cattle and sheep. If the ancient beasts really want to, they can slaughter the entire Little Cinnabar Hall, and the Qiu Family won't say anything.
After all, more humans will arrive soon to form a new Little Cinnabar Hall.
Humans are not lacking.
The Little Cinnabar Hall master sighs again. If Chen Xia's arrival can bring some changes to Qing Province, that would be best.
At this time, Chen Xia, who he has high hopes for, is lying in a rocking chair in a pavilion, holding a teacup, head tilted, thinking about what to do next.
Right now he only knows this is the territory of Qing Province, but he doesn’t actually know where Qing Province is. It may no longer be in the Blue Sky Sword Sea domain.
Da Huang Gou and Zhang Daoming also entered the Stargate, so if the transmission locations are similar, they should be in the same domain, just possibly far apart.
Chen Xia of course wants to find them, but there is simply no news, so anxiousness is futile.
After thoroughly exploring this land, he can use spirit medicines to reward information. That should be more reliable than blindly searching himself.
In his leisure time, Chen Xia asks the Little Cinnabar Hall cultivators for information about the specific location of this heaven and earth.
But the Little Cinnabar Hall cultivators don't know either. Most are natives of Qing Province. They only know that beyond Qing Province is called Beyond the Region, but no one has actually been to Beyond the Region.
So Chen Xia is in no hurry. He plans to ask the so-called eight major powers of Qing Province after fully recovering.
Relying on pill refining, he has already accumulated over a thousand Spirit Stones, which already makes him rich in this so-called Qing Province.
Speaking of Spirit Stones, Chen Xia can't help but think that he still owes a lot of Spirit Stones to that auction house in Blue Sky Sword Sea. Clearly he can’t pay it back now.
Thinking of this, Chen Xia can't help but laugh out loud.
Is there anything more enjoyable in the world than freeloading?
If there is, it should be freeloading continuously.
Half a month later, Bai Wu came with the medicinal materials, limping up the broken mountain path, not daring to fly anymore, only able to limp up slowly.
Chen Xia was sprawled lazily in the pavilion. Seeing Bai Wu limp up, he adjusted his sitting posture slightly and asked,
“Did you bring the medicinal materials?”
“Brought them, brought them.” Bai Wu hurriedly nodded, taking out piles of medicinal materials from his storage artifact, respectfully placing them outside the pavilion.
“Is this all the medicinal materials your family has?” Chen Xia glanced over indifferently and asked.
The medicinal materials in front of him were a lot for one person, but Bai Wu had said he was bringing his entire family's stock. So the amount seemed lacking.
Bai Wu's body trembled as he respectfully knelt on the ground, not daring to lie, and honestly said,
“My father didn't allow taking medicines from the family. So I could only exchange all my personal belongings for these medicinal materials to bring to you.”
He was now completely frightened of Chen Xia, not even daring to tell small lies.
Chen Xia got up from his chair. As soon as the creaking sounded, Bai Wu's kneeling body trembled.
“If you had been this polite earlier, how could you have gotten beaten? My beating was to improve your quality and manners. I hope you will remember it in the future,” Chen Xia said lightly with a smile.
“Thank you, sir.” Bai Wu kowtowed and thanked, imitating the Little Cinnabar Hall cultivators.
Chen Xia didn’t reply. Suddenly he raised his head.
Another massive shadow was cast down, and a figure in black robes landed at the peak of Little Cinnabar Hall, emanating an arrogantly wild aura.
“No wonder my son has been acting strangely after returning home. Turns out it’s because you, a human, have cast a spell to confuse his mind. Today I will turn you to ashes and hang your head at the entrance of Little Cinnabar Hall!”
Bai Wu raised his head, stunned motionless.
Chen Xia just chuckled lightly.
As expected, like father like son, even their entrances are the same.
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