The Gods of the Middle Realms

The great hall was tranquil and quiet.

Chen Xia slowly stood up, patted Wang Yangzi on the shoulder, and asked while pointing at Zhang Feiyu, “Help me take a look, do you have any good elixirs that can treat him?”

Wang Yangzi glanced over, sized him up for a moment, then spoke, “There are very deep hidden injuries. He overdrew too severely earlier, and must have done something reckless. It looks like some of it has been repaired now...”

He looked again towards Chen Xia and asked, “This should be your work, right?”

“Mm, I sent a flying sword in to nourish him,” Chen Xia replied.

Zhang Feiyu stood anxiously to one side, an nervous expression on his face, head lowered, not even daring to move his body.

Wang Yangzi spoke again, “With a few elixirs, it’ll be fine. It’s not a difficult matter. It’ll probably take a dozen or so years to recover to his original state.”

“I don’t want him recovered to his original state,” Chen Xia shook his head and continued.

“As you can probably discern, his innate talent limit, even if he had no injuries, even if he ate every heaven and earth treasure, would at most only reach the first stage of the Heaven Filling Realm.”

These words left the Zhang family second ancestor standing silently to the side, shaking his head, feeling that his knowledge was lacking, thinking that with Zhang Feiyu’s qualifications, piling him up to the first stage of the Heaven Filling Realm was still unsatisfactory?

“Your meaning is?” Wang Yangzi asked.

“Rebirth through remolding his body,” Chen Xia answered.

Wang Yangzi started pondering, left hand stroking his chin, thinking for a while before replying, “Then the time and energy needed will be greater. It has to use elixirs to slowly nourish him over time, and the elixirs needed will be different with different requirements. The limit can at most be raised to the peak of the Heaven Filling Realm.”

These words “peak of the Heaven Filling Realm” made Zhang Feiyu and the Zhang family second ancestor’s hearts tremble at the same time. Zhang Feiyu was even more excited, nearly kneeling over.

“The peak of the Heaven Filling Realm is enough. You can prepare for it right?” Chen Xia asked back.

“Alright,” Wang Yangzi accepted and added, “Next I’ll talk about some confidential matters. Shall we two chat privately?”

“Mm,” Chen Xia gently waved his hand and all the cultivators in the great hall went outside.

“What is it?”

Wang Yangzi’s voice lowered slightly, “Earlier, a quasi-Sage from the Upper Layer was slain by a single sword strike. The news spread quickly, saying there’s a swordsmanship quasi-Sage in the Middle Layer. With one guess, that’s you right?”

“He got that close to me on his own. Nearly stuck himself right up to my face. He was asking for a beating,” Chen Xia commented.

“I told him that too, but he wasn’t convinced,” Wang Yangzi laughed.

“And then?” Chen Xia asked back.

“Then I gave him another beating. Now he’s convinced,” Wang Yangzi chuckled.

It was only to be expected from someone who had associated with Chen Xia.

Chen Xia clasped his hands behind his back, slightly tilting his head. “So you came specially this time just to tell me this?”

“No. I came to invite you to join the Boundary Realm Holy Temple, by order of the Great Sage,” Wang Yangzi’s voice lowered again as he explained further.

“The Boundary Realm Holy Temple consists of almost all the quasi-Sages and above in the Boundary Realm, aside from the Territory Lords. By joining the Holy Temple, you would be the highest in the Boundary Realm, representing the Boundary Realm with supreme authority, yet also having to fight for the Boundary Realm.”

Chen Xia nodded. “So you came to persuade me to join this then?”

Wang Yangzi shook his head.

“On the contrary, I hope even more that you do not join. The Boundary Realm is about to go to war with the neighboring Heavenly Rain Realm. The Territory Lords have already begun preparations. When it comes time to really fight, we may fall.”

“Thus, if other quasi-Sages or Sages come to find you in the future without giving terms you want, try your best to refuse as far as possible.”

“Got it,” Chen Xia nodded, then asked back, “Aren’t you afraid of being retaliated against when you go back after doing this?”

“Afraid of what. I came back alive from the Great Death Realm itself. Still afraid of these things?” Wang Yangzi said indifferently.

“You make sense,” Chen Xia nodded.

Wang Yangzi shook his head again. “The atmosphere in the current Boundary Realm is bad. The Sages are too arrogant, always feeling that the current Boundary Realm is already capable of participating in wars between Realms, revealing their ignorance.”

Only Wang Yangzi, who had participated in the slaughter in the Great Death Realm, understood how cruel the so-called wars between Realms truly were, and that often there were no true victors.

Afterwards, Wang Yangzi chatted a bit more and promised Chen Xia he would help Zhang Feiyu with his rebirth remolding, just that it would take some time. Then he turned and left.

Chen Xia leisurely sat on the seat for a while, feeling that chatting with acquaintances also wasn’t bad. At least there was conversation.

Unfortunately, it seemed he didn’t have many acquaintances now.

Chen Xia lie tilted on the seat, rubbed the top of his head, and listened to the light wind sounds in the great hall.

Then he reached out his hand to grab them.

Strand by strand, they all flowed through his fingers.

At least he had felt them.

That’s how he consoled himself.

The deaths of tens of thousands of cultivators were after all impossible to set aside.

The three main sects banded together to jointly report to Triumphant Mountain, hoping to have this sect at the overlord level plead the case for them.

Two thousand years ago, Triumphant Mountain Sect Master Qin Ji had broken through to the seventh level of the Heaven Filling Realm. By now he should have top tier strength at the eighth level. He was the publicly acknowledged number one in the Middle Layer of the entire Boundary Realm. As long as Qin Ji made a move, this matter would certainly be investigated to its source.

The sect masters of the three sects brought gifts and went to pay respects at the mountain together, wanting to meet Triumphant Mountain Sect Master Qin Ji face-to-face.

Naturally, it wasn’t easy to meet the Triumphant Mountain Sect Master. Using secluded cultivation as an excuse, he made them bitterly wait for months.

Only after that did Qin Ji say he had spared some time and slowly emerged.

The three sect masters spoke of why they had come, requesting Qin Ji take action.

Qin Ji’s brow creased slightly. He raised his hand and calmly asked, “Was it an ambush formation?”

If it had been a prepared ambush formation early on, then swiftly massacring tens of thousands of cultivators would not be considered too astonishing a feat either. Just two or three cultivators at the second level of the Heaven Filling Realm could accomplish it.

“We inspected the scene. We didn’t discover any traces of formations. It’s possible they erased traces quickly too. Of course, it’s also possible our divine sense was lacking and we were unable to probe it out,” the three sect masters replied.

Qin Ji nodded. “Your strengths truly are lacking. To still be dithering about on swallowing up a tiny Zhang family after so long. If it were my Triumphant Mountain, the Zhang family wouldn’t have lived past three hundred years.”

“Yes. Triumphant Mountain’s profound mastery is not something we can compare to,” the three sect masters hurriedly nodded.

Naturally, Qin Ji took over the matter. Only the price he asked for was a bit high, wanting a full fifty percent of the Zhang family’s total spirit stones.

The three sect masters did not dare bargain and all nodded in agreement.

They all knew of Qin Ji’s dread.

Qin Ji then told them to go back and wait for news, while preparing the spirit stones. He would collect them sect by sect later.

As for the Zhang family, Qin Ji really didn’t take it seriously at all.

In the current Middle Layer of the Boundary Realm, Triumphant Mountain was god!

Indeed this sentence was not false. Triumphant Mountain had the greatest number of Heaven Filling Realm cultivators. Among them, cultivators at the fifth level of the Heaven filling Realm even reached seven.

And there was still Sect Master Qin Ji at the eighth level of the Heaven Filling Realm.

Behind them was furthermore the former Territory Lord, the Blood and Flesh Statue guarding them.

Even if Chen Xia came, Triumphant Mountain would still be the god of the Middle Layer of the Boundary Realm.

What do you count Chen Xia as?

Chen Xia definitely counts as the godfather!

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