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Cultivation is of utmost importance for cultivators, and the most important thing is to know when to yield.

To put it bluntly, it is to know who your father is.

Qin Ji certainly understood this. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have sat in this position. His attitude was arrogant just now, but now it has to be as humble.

Everyone present was stunned, mainly because the reversal was too fast to give them time to react.

Chen Xia glanced at him and responded briefly. He only remembered that Qin Ji was a cultivator from Triumphant Mountain and nodded, “If you hadn’t kneeled down so quickly, at least half your life would have been gone just now.”

Qin Ji was drenched in cold sweat and quickly said, “I was rude and offended you. Please forgive me!”

“Well, you do know how to admit your mistakes instead of talking back.” Chen Xia commented, then looked up at the sky and said,

“Leave those three in the Heaven Mending Realm to me. I just happen to need more men. The Zhang family is really lacking people now.”

“Sure.” Qin Ji hurriedly nodded and thoughtfully asked, “Are three enough? If not, I can call some more cultivators in the Heaven Mending Realm over.”

“This will do for now,” Chen Xia said. “Who sent you here?”

“The three sect masters of Slender Cloud Sect, Armor Wood Mountain, and Purple Dragon Clan jointly deceived me. I was bedeviled and fell for their trick, so I unintentionally offended you.”

When Qin Ji mentioned these three people, he was furious.

Chen Xia nodded. “Then take me to these sects later. The Zhang family happens to lack things now.”

“I’m at your service anytime!” Qin Ji responded loudly.

The surrounding Zhang family members were dumbfounded. They knew the new family master was very powerful, but they didn’t expect that even Triumphant Mountain would have to bow before him.

How fierce is that?!

Chen Xia didn't chat more, and in a flash, returned to the main hall.

Qin Ji, on the other hand, put his arm around the Zhang family second ancestor's shoulder ingratiatingly and fawned, "Brother Zhang, just now little Qin didn't know any better and caused you trouble. Let me make amends. If you have any problems in the future, just come to Triumphant Mountain to find me. I will definitely do my best!"

The Zhang family second ancestor was a little confused. He hadn't adapted to the change in his status yet. After reacting, he quickly waved his hand.

"No, no. The Zhang family will still need Patriarch Qin's guidance in the future."

"Stop, stop!" Qin Ji's expression became serious, and he hurriedly shouted, "I dare not speak of guidance. My helping the Zhang family is like a son doing things for his father. It's justified."

The current family master of the Zhang family is Chen Xia. Even the Blood and Flesh Statue behind him has to be wary. He was the unparalleled prodigy who could kill cultivators at the peak of the Heaven Mending Realm with the Falling Sea Realm 5000 years ago.

Now, after 5000 years, he went to the Great Death Realm and came back alive. His cultivation is most likely at the peak of the Heaven Mending Realm.

Such an existence could easily wipe out the entire Triumphant Mountain. Qin Ji didn't dare to be negligent in the slightest.

The Zhang family second ancestor also knew that the entire Zhang family was bathed in Chen Xia's glory. At the moment, he was not complacent and still spoke respectfully with Qin Ji.

So the matter was settled.

Later, when people asked Qin Ji why he went to the Zhang family,

the answer was that Qin Ji went to the Zhang family to kneel and beg for mercy.

The whole journey was six thousand meters. He finished kneeling for three breaths, which can also be considered a rare talent.

In the upper realm,

Wang Yangzi and the Great Saint shook their heads, "Chen Xia didn't agree. He probably doesn't want to join the Saint Hall and be restricted."

"Well, I see." The Great Saint nodded. He was not surprised. Every quasi-sage has his own path, not everyone wants to join the Saint Hall.

Wang Yangzi nodded and looked at the slowly flickering flames in the Great Saint's house. He couldn't help asking,

"Do we really have to fight the Heavenly Rain Realm?"

"What else can we do if we don't fight?" The Great Saint asked back, then pointed to the flames and said,

"If the fire wants to burn vigorously, it has to keep adding firewood inside. Where does the firewood come from? It has to chop it itself. If its own hillside doesn't have enough, it has to go chop another hillside. "

"Otherwise, when the firewood burns out, the fire goes out, and everyone will freeze to death."

Wang Yangzi shook his head. This did make sense. He didn't try to persuade him further and turned to leave.

The flames were still dancing.

Burning very vigorously.

Light rain kept falling, connecting into a transparent beaded curtain between heaven and earth.

Chen Xia often stood by the window, looking through this "beaded curtain" at the world.

Zhang Feiyu always followed him and didn't like to talk much. Most of the time, he just stood by himself and studied books on alchemy.

"Old Zhang said you really like this. It seems to be true." Chen Xia suddenly smiled.

"Yes, I like everything my Ancestor Ming taught me very much." Zhang Feiyu said lightly with some sadness in his eyes. As if remembering something, he continued,

"Ancestor Ming said that you are very good at alchemy, the best he has ever seen."

Chen Xia shook his head. "I just randomly threw things together. It's all up to luck whether the pill turns out well or not."

"You're too modest." Zhang Feiyu smiled.

Chen Xia didn't reply.

The sound of rain continued.

He suddenly turned around and said softly, "Pack up. It's time to go back and visit Old Zhang's grave."

Zhang Feiyu was startled, then quickly nodded and started packing things for the grave visit.

Incense, candles, paper money, and wine.

The old cabin door was pushed open again.

Chen Xia walked in under the drizzle and stood in front of the chinaberry tree, smiling at the grave.

"Old Zhang, I'm back to see you."

"Ancestor Ming." Zhang Feiyu said sadly, always keeping his head low.

He was the one who inserted incense, lit candles, burned paper money, and offered wine.

After that, he respectfully kneeled down and kowtowed three times to the grave, but didn't get up and remained kneeling.

When he was young, Ancestor Ming had taken him in. Later, Ancestor Ming imparted teachings and cleared up his confusion, treating him like his own son. But when Ancestor Ming passed away, he couldn’t even see him off. It was truly unfilial.

Zhang Feiyu couldn't help sobbing softly.

He kept kneeling for three days until the drizzle finally stopped before getting up, his eyes red.

"You go back first." Chen Xia said to him.

"What about you?" Zhang Feiyu asked puzzledly.

Chen Xia sat on a small stool, basking in the sunshine, and replied lightly with a smile,

"I'll keep him company for a while longer."

Although he didn't see anyone or hear anything.

But Chen Xia would just pretend he was meeting an old friend.