“You really are shameless, how can there be a dog like you,” Zhang DaoMing said with some despair, looking at that messy pot of medicinal materials, it even made his own breathing almost slow down a beat.
“Ah, isn't this how you refine it?” Big Yellow Dog was a little confused.
Zhang DaoMing didn't want to talk anymore, covering his face with his hand, waving his hand: “Refine it however you want, do whatever makes you happy.”
This really raised his blood pressure.
Chen Xia consoled at the side: “Big Yellow Dog just had good intentions, don't take it to heart, just casually slap it twice, what's the big deal.”
Big Yellow Dog also nodded, “If it really doesn't work, you can slap me twice.”
It hesitated for a moment, the dog's head drooped, stammering.
“If... if it's you, spanking is also acceptable.”
With no tone of apology at all, and even a hint of obscenity.
Zhang DaoMing took a deep breath. Fortunately, Chen Xia was here, so he didn't have to worry too much about the elixir. Otherwise, he would have to hang up Big Yellow Dog and whip it today.
For her own safety, Chen Xia did not drink this stew of medicinal materials in the end, so she took it all to feed the dogs.
While pouring it into his mouth, Big Yellow Dog commented, “It lacks a little salt, should add some white sugar to freshen it up.”
It really started cooking.
Zhang DaoMing sat aside, looking several hundred years older, with exhaustion written all over his face. He really didn't know what to say to Big Yellow Dog anymore. At the moment, he shook his head at Chen Xia.
“Perhaps only you can restrain it.”
“No,” Chen Xia shook her head. “I can't restrain anyone, and I'm too lazy to restrain anyone.”
This was quite in line with his personality.
“Can we go back, to Blue Sky Sword Sea?” Zhang DaoMing suddenly asked.
Chen Xia shook her head. “Even if you go back, it's no longer Blue Sky Sword Sea there.”
Zhang DaoMing nodded, feeling it made sense. Perhaps because he was getting old, he couldn't help sighing again.
“Such a huge sect, the overlord in the starry sky, just disappeared like this. Perhaps this is the power of time.”
“Yeah.” Chen Xia nodded lightly, not answering. The collapse of Blue Sky Sword Sea was a good thing for him.
Although there were many regrets, but life is pieced together from these regrets.
There is no perfect life.
“Burp.” Big Yellow Dog touched his belly, he was a little full, didn't feel any nourishing, just felt it lacked salt.
Zhang DaoMing shook his head helplessly at Big Yellow Dog. He asked Chen Xia again, "What's next?"
Chen Xia didn't know either. “Let's take it one step at a time. Settle you down first, then go to the place I've been thinking about for thousands of years.”
“To see someone?” Zhang DaoMing asked.
“More or less.” Chen Xia replied, and chuckled lightly again, “Just don't know if she still recognizes me. We haven't seen each other for so many years, and we haven't had much contact.”
“It's not your fault, Blue Sky Sword Sea pulled you away.” Zhang DaoMing explained.
Chen Xia nodded. “It's not my fault, but it's still not going.
“Feelings fade, times change, life goes on, I can't blame them either.”
He chuckled lightly, narrowed his eyes, as if reminiscing, then lowered his head slightly and said softly.
“I just want to take a look.”
“Um.” Zhang DaoMing nodded and smiled. “Let's go with you then, if I can live until that time, haha.”
“Okay.” Chen Xia nodded, speaking very lightly, not strongly.
He laughed lightly, a truly happy smile, as if he had already imagined that day's arrival.
If we can really wait until then.
That should be great.
Big Yellow Dog raised his paw and murmured to the side: “Me, me, me, I must go, and let's also call Chi Yu to go, okay?”
“Okay, we'll all go then.” Chen Xia laughed.
Can we really go?
Not sure for now, but it shouldn't be too much just to think about it, right?
Big Yellow Dog suddenly spoke again: “I wanted to come find you long ago, but old Zhang had to refine elixirs, so I could only take care of old Zhang first.”
Speaking of this, it sighed again, and shook its head helplessly: “Really, people who are thousands of years old, still so hard to take care of.
Zhang DaoMing sat aside, no longer wanting to defend himself at all, nodded: “Right, right, right.”
It was just that Zhang DaoMing felt it was too embarrassing to fight with a dog, and would lose face if seen by other cultivators, otherwise he would have fought with Big Yellow Dog long ago.
Big Yellow Dog was reluctant to bully Zhang DaoMing's old bones. Being kicked once was just being kicked once, it didn't use much force anyway.
Chen Xia's injuries were also somewhat better, he could barely get out of bed and walk. The Past and Future Sword caused great damage to him. Now his limbs and body were in a closed state and he could not mobilize spiritual energy.
Even his consciousness had become somewhat sluggish. Summoning the flying swords from his Inner Sword Sea was out of the question.
It was just that he had the Heavenly Dragon's vision to aid him. Plus, he added some strength, so his physique was exceptionally sturdy.
Otherwise, suffering two serious injuries in a few decades would have caused the cultivation level of an ordinary cultivator to drop long ago.
It was only Chen Xia’s physique that could withstand it and showed signs of slow recovery.
In the next few days, Big Yellow Dog found a night with a full moon, cooked three dishes and one soup, all with ordinary medicinal materials, and also bought Zhang DaoMing a small jug of wine.
The two people and one dog brought the table outside, sitting under the moonlight, holding bowls and chopsticks.
“This can be considered a reunion, right.” Zhang DaoMing said with a smile, filling the wine cup in front of him with wine, unusually happy today.
Big Yellow Dog frowned. “It still lacks some people.”
Chen Xia picked up his bowl and chopsticks. “We will reunite eventually, why think about it so much?”
“What about Pan Dadao?” Big Yellow Dog suddenly asked.
Zhang DaoMing's hand pouring the wine trembled, spilling the wine from the cup.
“Think positively, what if Pan Dadao was reborn as the heir of some great emperor, wouldn't that be a much better life than before.” Chen Xia said with a smile.
“That makes sense.” Big Yellow Dog nodded.
Chen Xia didn't say anything anymore. In fact, in addition to the good aspects, there were also bad possibilities. He could only think in a positive direction.
That way, he could feel better in his heart.
The moon in the sky was not very full, in fact it was still missing a corner.
The next day at noon.
Big Yellow Dog came trotting in, holding a box of chess pieces in his hand, and said happily to Chen Xia:
“Finally got it for me. This really is a poor place, even chess pieces are so hard to buy.”
Chen Xia was also happy: “Come on.”
The person and the dog then started setting up the chessboard to confront each other.
Zhang DaoMing watched from the side, ready to point out at any time.
After the chessboard was set up.
Chen Xia looked up and saw the chess pieces and the dog, and was stunned for a moment. It really looked like he was back in Blue Sky Sword Sea thousands of years ago.
He picked up a chess piece, moved the cannon to take the soldier, and chuckled as he said the words he had said for thousands of years.
"Your horse is gone."
Big Yellow Dog also grinned.
The blue sky is gone, but old friends remain.
Also asking everyone to send free gifts. Little Sour only wants free gifts. Don't tip or pay, use it to buy yourself food.
Don't wrong yourself, Little Sour will feel heartache.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
