Chen Xia is so refined

Every parting also comes with the next reunion.

Chen Xia left Qing Province, but also met Big Yellow Dog. He leaned against the door, with more and more blood spilling out of his body. The pain tore at his limbs and bones, as if trying to forcibly tear him apart.

This should be the price Chen Xia spoke of in the future.

It really hurt quite a bit.

He frowned slightly, looking at Big Yellow Dog in front of him, pulled the corner of his mouth, and enduring the pain, raised his hand and said,

"Pull me up."

It was too painful. At this moment, the spiritual energy was like countless tiny blades, cutting in his veins.

It would be an understatement to say it was like being cut by small knives.

"Who's here?"

Zhang DaoMing's puzzled voice came from the room.

But Big Yellow Dog did not have time to respond. Its pupils widened in shock, because Chen Xia's body was falling towards the door, as if he was going to crash into the dusk.

It quickened its pace and rushed madly to the door, trying to catch Chen Xia.

But Chen Xia had already fallen down, unable to get up again, with blood spilling onto the dusk light.

"Chen Xia, Chen Xia!" Big Yellow Dog called out in panic. It had already arrived at Chen Xia's side, with an extremely worried expression on its dog head.

"Don't panic," Chen Xia said weakly, "I'm just a little tired, I'll be fine after some rest."

"Really?" Looking at Chen Xia’s blood-covered appearance, Big Yellow Dog really didn't dare to believe it.

Chen Xia grinned and said disdainfully,

"Just a trivial fatal wound."

"Who came here anyway?" Zhang DaoMing's short figure walked out of the room. Without spiritual sense to probe, he did not know what was going on. At first glance, his expression was also stunned. Then he hurriedly shouted,

"Hurry up and save him!"

Only then did Big Yellow Dog react. It picked up Chen Xia and rushed into the room with blood sticking to its fur.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

This was just a scene of a dog carrying a person, like stealing someone.

More often it was dogs being stolen, this was the first time seeing a dog stealing a person.

This stunned Zhang DaoMing as well. Then he quickly returned to the room and fed Chen Xia the best qi and blood nourishing pills he had refined.

Perhaps it was too painful, Chen Xia really could not stand it and fell asleep directly.

This was real sleep, not fainting, because one could hear Chen Xia's steady breathing, and he even turned over in his sleep halfway through.

Big Yellow Dog stood by, paws behind its back, pacing ceaselessly, with mixed emotions on its face. Specifically, it was smiling on one side of its face and drooping on the other side.

It really had a Yin Yang face.

"Old Zhang, I heard that flood dragon's spiritual flesh is quite nourishing. Why don't we go get some for Chen Xia to eat?"

Zhang DaoMing shook his head, "With our meager wealth, we can't even afford dragon scales, let alone spiritual flesh."

"Look, I told you not to drink anymore. Now look what happened, we don't even have money to buy supplements for Chen Xia," Big Yellow Dog said indignantly.

"With these few spirit stones, we can't buy flood dragon's spiritual flesh whether I drink or not. Besides, without any background, how dare you buy flood dragon's spiritual flesh in the territories? Aren't you afraid of those flood dragons taking revenge?"

Zhang DaoMing retorted.

After careful consideration, Big Yellow Dog felt he was right too. Then it asked again, "Aren't there any wild flood dragons? Let's go hunt them down."

"Where can you find wild flood dragons? Even wild dogs are rarely seen in the territories," Zhang DaoMing replied helplessly.

Big Yellow Dog nodded, feeling that he was indeed right, but seeing Chen Xia covered in blood, it was still very worried. It sighed deeply and sat down with a sad look on its face, blaming itself for being useless.

Zhang DaoMing sat there thinking about other things.

Such as how Chen Xia left Blue Sky Sword Sea, and what happened afterwards that left him in this state.

Could it be that he was fighting in Blue Sky Sword Sea all this time and only just escaped?

Zhang DaoMing thought with his head lowered.

Meanwhile, Chen Xia had a dream, one he had not had in hundreds of years since he last fell asleep, let alone dream.

Cultivators at the Boundary-Crossing Realm could easily control their own souls.

This meant that dreams would not come.

Yet Chen Xia had a dream, an extraordinary dream. If one had to describe it simply, it would be in a few words —

"Damn, black stockings!"

Quite mesmerizing.

But dreams are dreams after all, and Chen Xia knew it clearly, so he had no attachment. His soul became clear, and he got up from the bed.

The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was Zhang DaoMing leaning over to him.

"Feeling better?" Zhang DaoMing asked worriedly.

"It'll be fine after resting for a few more days," Chen Xia replied plainly. At the same time, he moved his body and gritted through the pain to sit up, leaning against the headboard.

Zhang DaoMing brought over pills and motioned for Chen Xia to take them, while asking again, "Wounds from Blue Sky Sword Sea?"

"More or less." Chen Xia did not explain much, nor did he mention Qing Province.

Zhang DaoMing asked again, "How did Blue Sky Sword Sea end up in the end?"

Chen Xia shook his head, "I didn't get to see it either, but there would only be the usual cycle of darkness descending, the end of the world, and the collapse of sects. It has always been so from ancient times till now."

"I see." Zhang DaoMing was stunned for a moment, then sighed regretfully, "I didn't expect that Elder Guardian actually wanted to use you to extend the Emperor's life."

"Yeah." Chen Xia nodded lightly, "I knew about it long ago, otherwise there wouldn't be only me left of the Fourteen Sons of Vast Sky."

Zhang DaoMing sighed, "Now I'm afraid there won't be mention of the Fourteen Sons of Vast Sky anymore."

With even Blue Sky Sword Sea gone, what would remain of that title?

"Who cares, it wasn't an important reputation anyway," Chen Xia said indifferently.

There were hurried footsteps from outside the house. Big Yellow Dog came in carrying a boiling pot of thick soup medicine, yelling as it walked over,

"Supplements are here!"

Seeing that Chen Xia was already awake, it was stunned for a moment, then quickly yelled, "Drink it while it's hot. I just finished brewing it."

"What is it?" Chen Xia asked cautiously.

Big Yellow Dog's creativity had always been strong.

"A concoction of medicinal ingredients," Big Yellow Dog replied, adding with a laugh, "I just took a sip, it's super nourishing!"

"Where did you get the medicinal ingredients?" Zhang DaoMing frowned and asked.

"Yours! We may not have spirit stones, but we still have quite a lot of medicinal ingredients." Big Yellow Dog laughed.

Zhang DaoMing was stunned, his aged face full of disbelief. He asked again, "Without looking at their properties, studying pharmacology, or matching them, you just threw all these medicinal ingredients together and boiled them?"

"That's right," Big Yellow Dog nodded, looking puzzledly at Chen Xia, "Isn't this how Chen Xia concocts pills?"

Zhang DaoMing was completely stunned, then opened and closed his mouth without any words coming out.

But Chen Xia could roughly guess what he wanted to say from the lip movements.

Probably something like...

I love you?

Wishing everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival in advance. I'll wish again later.