Slay two saints, destroy one Gate.

"I will protect you," when Wang Yangzi said this sentence, it represented that he was standing on Chen Xia's side. But then he smiled lightly and added another sentence.

"The premise is that you have to participate in the battles of the Great Death Realm. You still have 300 years' time. If you decide to participate, then make more preparations and keep more cards."

"When the time comes, strive to gain some of your own opportunities in the Great Death Realm. This has the hope of providing help when you advance to the Saint Realm."

Chen Xia nodded, seemingly aware. He was not particularly concerned about opportunities and the like. After all, if he really went to fight in the Great Death Realm, it would be to see Xu Zhen and Huang Qingyue, who had gone to the Immortal Realm.

The corners of Wang Yangzi's mouth raised a gentle smile, and he said, "In addition, I have some real skills in alchemy and swordsmanship. If you don't understand these two aspects, feel free to ask me."

He pointed his finger, and a beam of light suddenly pointed at Chen Xia's body, becoming a deep purple token, and soon disappeared from Chen Xia's body.

"This is the ticket to enter the upper level of the realm. It belongs exclusively to my lineage. When you go up, you will naturally be transmitted to my residence. If you have doubts on the path of cultivation, just come up and ask me."

Chen Xia waved his hand without answering. What doubts could he have? If it was really necessary, hiding and adding points would be enough.

Realms were not something particularly necessary for him. Strength of the person was enough. Realms were just ordinary means to measure strength.

And the factors that affected strength were too numerous, such as ancient races, supreme races, magic treasures and supernatural powers, pill and potion enhancements, and so on.

Seeing that Chen Xia had no problems, Wang Yangzi said nothing more and bid Chen Xia farewell before leaving in a flash.

Only then did Zhang DaoMing slowly walk out from the room. He had been afraid to disturb Chen Xia's conversation earlier and did not dare to leave the room. When he came out, he curiously asked,

"What's the matter?"

Chen Xia picked up the hoe and smiled. "Nothing much. It's just that I have to go out for a trip in a few hundred years. Someone specially invited me. It just so happens that I also have things to do."

"Oh..." Zhang DaoMing was stunned for a moment, then nodded. The wrinkles on his aged face curled up as he chuckled lightly and said,

"Well, going out is a good thing. Young people should go out more and see more. It would be great to get to know some powerful cultivators and expand one's connections."

"There's not much to expand. I just want to see some old friends." Chen Xia told the truth.

Zhang DaoMing was stunned again. He had heard Chen Xia talk about this matter before. He was silent for a while, nodded and laughed,

"That's not bad either. By the way, who invited you?"

"Wang Yangzi," Chen Xia replied.

Zhang DaoMing nodded to indicate he understood. But soon he was startled, raised his eyebrows in surprise, and asked, "Wang Yangzi?!"

"That's right. He said he was from the upper layer of the realm. He should be the one who wrote the book "Alchemy: From Entry Level to Interment," Chen Xia replied blandly again.

But Zhang DaoMing could not calm down. He excitedly said,

"Wang Yangzi is the alchemist I most admire. He is also the closest existence to the Saint of Alchemy in the realm. His alchemist can be regarded as the number one in the realm of ancient and modern times!"

Chen Xia nodded blandly, "Oh."

Zhang DaoMing looked very excited and asked again, "What else did Grandmaster Wang Yangzi say to you?"

Chen Xia lowered his head, shook his pants leg, and casually said,

"It's just about going out, as well as teaching alchemy and other things. I don't need it, nor did I agree. What proper person would learn alchemy?"

Zhang DaoMing frowned tightly, and he was really quite distressed. But he didn't know how to respond either.

Because from his point of view, Chen Xia really didn't need to learn any alchemy. No one could teach him at all.

So what Chen Xia said was the truth.

It's just that these words were said in a somewhat improper manner.

Zhang DaoMing sighed, put his hands behind his back, and walked back into the room rather desolately. He should go practice his swordsmanship.

As for Chen Xia, he carried the hoe back to the medicine field and continued to study his automated planting, with the main emphasis on deterrence.

In the upper layer of the realm.

Wang Yangzi had just returned to his own dilapidated small house when a black-robed figure suddenly arrived. The cold voice under the robe asked with a chuckle,

"What did that young alchemy grandmaster say?"

"He should have agreed, but there may be variables. I don't compel him. As long as he doesn't change his face at the last moment, it’s fine." Wang Yangzi chuckled.

"So to say it is not a done deal?" Dissatisfaction was evident in the black robes' tone. He was very dissatisfied with Wang Yangzi's efficiency.

Wang Yangzi frowned. "I didn't promise you I would definitely settle it. Whether to go or not is Chen Xia's own business. One should learn to respect the choices of others. You can't force sweetness out of a melon."

"But it quenches thirst, no?" The black-robed cultivator said unwillingly.

"What if poison is deliberately put into the melon? Would you still dare eat it?" Wang Yangzi retorted with a frown. Then he said,

"If you really force him and make him upset, Chen Xia may add some "ingredients" when refining pills and kill all the accompanying cultivators."

"Since I dare to threaten, I naturally have his handle. According to my knowledge, he lives with an old man. So it appears that the old man is his weakness."

"As long as his weakness is grasped, he will surely do business conscientiously."

The mockery on Wang Yangzi's face grew stronger. He put his hand on the flying sword and couldn't help but sneer and scold,

"Fool! Others compare quasi-emperors with great saints. But you actually use quasi-emperors to compare with great saints! Although their strength is similar, there is a big difference between their supernatural powers and methods."

"If you really have this idea, stay away from me as soon as possible. I don't talk to fools like you to avoid contaminating my brain."

The black-robed cultivator refused to admit defeat. "My method is effective. Don't deny it!"

"Admit it?" Wang Yangzi's eyes narrowed, emanating a cold light in the dim little house, full of chill. He said in a low voice,

"If you really dare use threats, forget that quasi-emperor, I'll behead you first! Even if the forbidden zone lord behind you can't protect you!"

When he spoke, his whole body was filled with sword intent, and the humming of the sword rose abruptly. The five flying swords entwined around him like little dragons relying on their masters. The power of his sword intent was so strong that it shook and shattered the entire hut.

The black-robed cultivator's spine went cold and broke out in cold sweat. He was unable to speak a word.

He then recalled a previous rumor.

Wang Yangzi, quasi-sage swordsman, eight innate flying swords, top-grade alchemy grandmaster.

Once went up Mount Yuenan alone.

Beheaded two quasi-sages and exterminated a sect.