Master of the Braggart

Nothing happened in the next few days.

Chen Xia also did not go to Broken City to watch others fighting, he just sat at home waiting for the cultivators of Starry Sky Pill Sect to arrive.

Here could be considered a border area, and it was a lower level region. The stewards of Starry Sky Pill Sect were all in the middle layer, most of them had the cultivation level of the Reverse Sea Realm.

It was unknown what the middle-aged cultivator had said after he returned that day, but no one had come for now.

Chen Xia was not in a hurry, he just had to wait it out, how could anyone wait him to death?

That was impossible.

Big Yellow Dog had not been so talkative these two days, hiding in the room not knowing what he was thinking about, in short he did not go out much.

Zhang DaoMing told him not to worry too much, saying this was the normal state of Big Yellow Dog. After entering the stage, he would occasionally close himself off like this for two days.

No one knew the specific reason, not even when asked Big Yellow Dog himself, he just said his mind was muddled at the time, dizzy.

After so long, even Big Yellow Dog himself did not care anymore, he just felt it was a normal phenomenon on the road to immortality.

Chen Xia thought it was a bit strange, but he could only watch more later.

The steward of Starry Sky Pill Sect came half a month later, and the momentum was huge. Just the flying shuttle was thousands of feet large, almost covering the entire street. On it hung hundreds of banners of Starry Sky Pill Sect, fluttering wildly with the gale, and there was even the imagery of dragons and phoenixes dancing on it.

This was the ostentation of a middle layer major sect!

The YuanYing realm cultivators of the lower layer did not dare to get close when they saw such a battle array, they watched and guessed from afar, afraid that they would be affected.

After the thousands of feet flying shuttle docked steadily, the door opened wide, and hundreds of Mahayana realm cultivators walked out successively and knelt down at the door in descending order from top to bottom, with their heads hitting the ground hard, their backs arched high, and their backs connected together, just forming a crimson carpet.

It was probably half a moment.

Steady footsteps came from the pitch-black doorway, and it seemed that even the interval of each footstep was the same.

A pair of pure white shoes stepped on the back of the first Mahayana realm cultivator, and soon lifted up, stepped on the back of the second cultivator, and so walked down the crimson carpet made up of the Mahayana realm cultivators' backs, without leaving any footprints.

And this cultivator was also fully revealed.

A pure white figure, clothes neatly dressed, even the angle of the sleeves fluttering was the same, looking exceptionally strict. At the waist was a slender flying sword, also pure white in color.

Those YuanYing realm cultivators watching from afar could not see clearly, let alone guess who it was, and discussed in low voices.

"Does Starry Sky Pill Sect have this lord? Why haven't I heard of him before?"

"You're just a YuanYing realm, how many could you have heard of?"

"Indeed."

The words were crude but reasonable.

Some knowledgeable Mahayana realm cultivators frowned and looked over, seeming to feel familiar, but could not say for sure who it was, and began to speculate at the moment.

"It's the banner of Starry Sky Pill Sect. Looking at this ostentation, it must be a great figure of at least the Reverse Sea Realm, plus the sword at his waist, it should be a sword cultivator."

"There are only so many Reverse Sea Realm sword cultivators in Starry Sky Pill Sect, all of them are famous figures."

The cultivator next to him asked curiously: "According to what you said, have you guessed who it is?"

"No." The Mahayana realm cultivator shook his head.

"Then why did you say all that crap." The cultivator next to him rolled his eyes.

The white-clothed cultivator had walked down the crimson carpet made of the backs of hundreds of Mahayana realm cultivators. He patted the non-existent dust on his chest, exhaled a breath of turbid air, raised his eyebrows frivolously, and asked in a low voice.

"Where is Zhang DaoMing?"

The Transcending Tribulation realm cultivator behind, who was the middle-aged cultivator from that day, pointed to the house in front and indicated that he was there.

"Let him come see me." The white-clothed cultivator's tone was flat, as if saying something that should have been taken for granted.

The middle-aged cultivator did not dare to be careless, and strode forward, pushing open the door and shouting,

"Zhang DaoMing, Elder Bai wants you, go pay your respects quickly!"

Zhang DaoMing did not reply. There was a puzzled voice from inside.

"Who the fuck is it, old Zhang went drinking." Chen Xia walked out swaying with his crutch.

The middle-aged cultivator did not dare to talk back to Chen Xia. He quickly replied, "Elder Bai wants to see Zhang DaoMing."

"Tell him to come see me." Chen Xia leaned against the wall and replied flatly.

"But... but Elder Bai wants you to go out and see him." The middle-aged cultivator was very embarrassed.

Chen Xia replied indifferently, "Then let him keep wanting."

The middle-aged cultivator's face was embarrassed. He gritted his teeth and said, "I'll go out and inform Elder Bai."

He turned and left. Just after walking out of the house, there were screams of agony from the middle-aged cultivator outside after three breaths.

At the same time, steady footsteps sounded, only sounding once, and an additional white-clothed figure appeared in the house, looking at Chen Xia, glanced at him slightly, then tilted his head indifferently and asked.

"Are you Iron Crutch Li?"

Chen Xia also tilted his head without looking at him, and nodded, "Mm."

The two did not look at each other while speaking.

There was sparse wind blowing in the yard.

"I heard that you have extraordinary pill concocting skills." The white-clothed cultivator said again.

Chen Xia did not reply anymore, he just simply tilted his head.

"You wanted to see the steward of Starry Sky Pill Sect, and now I have come, and I am the steward." The white-clothed cultivator had frivolous eyebrows, with a hint of disdain and contempt.

Chen Xia raised his crutch and continued, "From now on, if you want pills again, the spirit stones sold must be at least seventy-thirty, with me getting seventy and you getting thirty."

Upon hearing this, the white-clothed cultivator's eyes narrowed, his tilted head slowly turned, looking at Chen Xia, and asked word for word,

"Do you know who you are talking to?"

Chen Xia also turned his head to look at the white-clothed cultivator, and also replied word for word,

"I don't fucking care who you are."

The white-clothed cultivator's body suddenly shuddered, and he exerted a little force with his toes. A swift flying sword emerged out of thin air, slicing open a void slit, passing by Chen Xia's cheek, as easy as cutting tofu, and piercing through the entire house in an instant.

"Starry Sky Pill Sect's Guardian, Reverse Sea Realm seventh layer sword cultivator, top ancient race, Bai Jie."

He placed his hand on the slender flying sword at his waist, and asked again,

"Do you know who I am now?"

Chen Xia picked up his crutch, "I have always felt that before people get hit, they will be very arrogant, and I have thousands of years of medical experience in treating this madness."

He chuckled and continued,

"Heaven's Iron Crutch Li, specializing in curing bragging."

The sparse wind suddenly grew stronger.

Just as Bai Jie was about to speak, Chen Xia's figure disappeared before him. He could only hear the fierce howl, and the crutch that warped the void so fast it distorted.

He squinted his eyes tightly, but still could not see clearly. His whole body's sword intent erupted, before it could take shape, his head was already being smashed violently.

Boom!

The ground exploded, forming a sunken pit. The bluestone slabs and bricks turned into fine powder.

Dust flew up.

Chen Xia stood at the edge of the pit, his crutch had already bent into an extremely exaggerated arc, just right into the shape of a head. Fortunately, the quality of the profound iron was indeed good, and it did not break due to the bending.

Chen Xia reached out and straightened the curved arc of the crutch, waved away the dust, and beckoned into the pit,

"Come again."