“Because you are handsome.”
When Wang Yangzi said this.
Chen Xia knew that this was indeed a reason that was hard to refuse, but he still shook his head to refuse.
Wang Yangzi's eyebrows drooped as he thought about finding another reason. He glanced at Chen Xia and discussed.
“If you are willing to go, I can teach you alchemy.”
“I don't want to learn,” Chen Xia rejected without even thinking.
Wang Yangzi put his hand on the sword, his face began to look puzzled, and asked.
“Aren't you an alchemist? Why don't you want to learn alchemy?"
“I don't need it,” Chen Xia told the truth.
His alchemy was all about the word “destiny”. He rarely needed any alchemical techniques. If he really learned them, it would be disrespectful to his own luck.
Wang Yangzi's eyebrows furrowed deeper. He tapped the scabbard lightly with his hand on the scabbard twice, and tentatively asked again.
“I heard that you are also a decent sword cultivator. I happen to have some skills in the way of the sword. If you are willing to go, I can teach you sword practice.”
Chen Xia glanced at Wang Yangzi, “I don't need you to teach me, nor do I want to go. I have never learned any swordsmanship.”
“Then what about the rumors from the outside world that you are a decent sword cultivator?” Wang Yangzi felt puzzled with a raised eyebrow.
“Maybe it's because I have a few more flying swords,” Chen Xia nodded and gave his own answer.
“Two life-bound flying swords, or three?” Wang Yangzi asked curiously. He didn't hear too much about Chen Xia's rumors, so he didn't know that Chen Xia actually had a flying sword tower.
Chen Xia still nodded without explaining much, “About that much.”
“Hehe.” Wang Yangzi chuckled lightly. The corners of his mouth raised a slightly confident smile as he continued,
“I'm also very accomplished with multiple flying swords. Among the sword cultivators in the realm, I probably have the most flying swords - slightly more than two or three. A total of eight flying swords.”
This was his proudest asset. With eight life-bound flying swords combined, it was almost invincible among peers.
Not to mention each flying sword also had its own life-bound supernatural powers, which became even more powerful when matched with each other.
“Well, that’s quite a lot.” Chen Xia nodded plainly, praising Wang Yangzi.
But how to put it?
Wang Yangzi still felt something was wrong. Chen Xia's tone was like a rich man praising a beggar.
He frowned, feeling that something was wrong, and asked Chen Xia for confirmation,
“Do you know who I am?”
Chen Xia recalled and said, “Wang Yangzi.”
Wang Yangzi nodded. With his hand resting on the hilt of his first flying sword, he asked again, “Do you know my identity?”
“If you keep blabbering, I’m going to close the door,” Chen Xia said a little impatiently.
“No, I am a top-grade grand alchemist, a quasi-sage sword cultivator,” Wang Yangzi quickly added, and then persuaded Chen Xia again.
“Don't feel pressured. I never force others with power. For now, I'm inviting you to participate in the Great Death Realm’s battle. It's up to your own free will. I'm just putting out my own conditions.”
Chen Xia put down his hoe, “First tell me what this Great Death Realm is.”
Wang Yangzi explained, “The Great Death Realm is a star realm that has completely died. Its vastness is almost equal to ten realms. Within it, there are even remains of great emperors.”
“The reason for the battle in the Great Death Realm is that every 5,000 years, the Great Death Realm will expel death spirit qi outwards. At this time, cultivators can take advantage of the opportunity to enter.”
“There are also many great opportunities within the Great Death Realm. As far as I know, there was a person from the Immortal Realm who returned from the Great Death Realm and went straight to the quasi-emperor realm after, making him invincible among peers.”
Chen Xia frowned as he noticed the two words Immortal Realm and directly asked,
“Is it the Immortal Realm where the Fuyao Immortal Sect is located?”
“I have some impression of the Fuyao Immortal Sect. It seems to have come in the first three Great Death Realm battles, but didn’t get any good harvests. And it even lost several geniuses. So no one came after that,” Wang Yangzi quickly replied.
Chen Xia nodded and asked again, “What about the Ninth Mountain of the Immortal Realm?”
This was where Huang Qingyue went.
Wang Yangzi nodded with a smile. “As for the nine mountains of the Immortal Realm, I am very familiar with them. They are an old opponent of the realm.”
“The Ninth Mountain also came last time. With many geniuses and good harvests, they will most likely come again this time.”
He glanced at Chen Xia with a chuckle and asked again, “What’s wrong? Do you know the Ninth Mountain?”
“More or less,” Chen Xia nodded with knitted brows. If it was really as Wang Yangzi said, then he would really go to the Great Death Realm battle.
But there was still some apprehension in his heart. After all, several thousand years had passed and it was hard to guarantee that Xu Zhen and Huang Qingyue were still the same as before.
After all, people change, possibly drastically.
What if they really changed?
What should he do?
Greet them and then go back to each home?
It didn't seem unreasonable either.
Although Chen Xia had lingering affections, he didn't force it. If they really didn't get along after thousands of years, then so be it.
He could only wish them well.
Then there was another problem. What if he met the unrecognizable Xu Zhen and Huang Qingyue in the Immortal Realm and ended up fighting them?
Should he really fight?
He looked at Wang Yangzi again and asked, “If I can’t win, can I flee?”
“Feel free to flee,” Wang Yangzi laughed. “Self-preservation comes first. Don't hesitate. As long as you don't harm others, I won't say anything to you.”
“When do we go?” he asked again.
“Still early, it’s an event 300 years later. The candidates for the Great Death Realm battle are still being selected right now. You are the best candidate as a grand alchemy master. As for other Heaven Patching Realm cultivators, there will likely be more geniuses participating.”
Wang Yangzi replied in one breath. His fingers tapped lightly on the scabbard as he smiled again,
“If you really go to the Great Death Realm, battles will definitely be unavoidable, because it's about making a name for the realm and indirectly determining the status of the realm among the various realms in the future.”
“You don't have to fight much. As a grand alchemy master, just focus on alchemy. But it’s definitely impossible to say you won’t fight at all, so you still need to prepare for it.”
Chen Xia nodded. He was already extremely familiar with fighting and battles, so it was not a problem.
Wang Yangzi had nothing more to say. He looked around the hut and suddenly said,
“You should still visit Triumphant Mountain when you have time. Although this sect is only middle-ranked in the realm, it is very extraordinary, probably related to an old monster from ancient times.”
“It looks like the Triumphant Mountain shouldn't have any intention of harming you for now. If you go for a visit, you will probably be able to figure out what that old monster is thinking.”
Chen Xia frowned, “If there really is danger, wouldn't going be like a lamb entering a tiger’s mouth?”
“Don’t worry,” Wang Yangzi’s face burst into a bright smile. His dragon-like eyebrows raised and his fingers tapped the scabbard confidently,
“I’ve got you covered!”
Chen Xia frowned again. What’s this?
Finding a big daddy?
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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 bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
