Which wild Father is this

The development of the Zhang Family gradually stabilized.

Chen Xia also had nothing to do. He occasionally checked things, and most of the time he sat in the main seat of the main hall comprehending the Dao, deepening the progress of each of the four great Daos, so that he could breakthrough to the Sage realm as soon as possible.

The Sect Master of Triumphant Mountain, Qin Ji, came to find him again, saying that the Blood and Flesh Statue had something to discuss with him. Chen Xia declined by saying he was busy. He really didn't want to get involved in matters concerning the Blood and Flesh Statue, the former master of the Forbidden Zone.

Two years later, Wang Yangzi came again. He brought Chen Xia medicinal pills for recuperation, saying they were for Zhang Feiyu to eat. They could change the route of his meridians. With the addition of one or two large pills afterwards, he could achieve the effect of rebirth.

Although the aptitude after rebirth was not too high, it would at least have the talent of the Heavenly Realm, which was quite good for Zhang Feiyu.

Chen Xia nodded in agreement, and casually said, "I owe you a favor."

"Then I'll take it seriously." Wang Yangzi smiled and agreed with him. Chen Xia's favor was a good thing, and it would get better and better as time went by.

"The right to interpret it belongs to me." Chen Xia added, understanding the need for caution. Then he got up from his seat, strolled around twice, and asked with a light laugh:

"How about the Sage realm?"

"The last time I closed up, I became a Sage, but unfortunately I still haven't succeeded in comprehending the second Dao. A Sage achieved through alchemy, the sword Dao will always lack something." There was some loss in Wang Yangzi's words, and he sighed,

"Perhaps my talent is not enough. Comprehending the Dao is not something that can be forcibly sought. The more I comprehend it, the more I feel that those who have comprehended two or three Daos are truly terrifying!"

"Oh, that's right." Wang Yangzi suddenly smiled at Chen Xia and asked, "How many Daos have you comprehended as a Quasi-Saint? It can't be two Daos right from the start, right?"

"About two." Chen Xia nodded. The second and fourth Daos were indeed about the same, only missing two Daos.

"Alas, people compare with each other. I really can't compare." Wang Yangzi shook his head helplessly. The way he looked at Chen Xia was full of envy. Perhaps only someone like Chen Xia could be called a true genius.

"It's okay. With more effort, you can also comprehend two Daos." Chen Xia comforted him with a sentence.

"Which two Daos have you comprehended?" Wang Yangzi suddenly asked again.

"The Dao of Thunder and the Dao of Time." Chen Xia answered casually.

Wang Yangzi nodded. "They are indeed the great Daos you are proficient in. I saw a Thunder Dao Saint earlier in my years. He resonated with the firmament, wielding the thunder pond, and was unstoppable and terrifying."

"As for the Dao of Time, I have never encountered it before. This Dao is too difficult, and there are not many cultivators who have comprehended it. There has not been a Saint of this Dao in the Realm for tens of thousands of years."

"I've heard a brief description of the Time Saint in books before..."

"In battle he is not inferior to Sword Dao Saints, his supernatural abilities and methods surpass them. Overall, it is one of the most powerful great Daos, but whether it or the Sword Dao is stronger has never been determined. I'm not clear about it either."

"Good." Chen Xia nodded. He didn't care about this, because he had comprehended both Daos, being able to stop time while also wielding a sword to slay people.

Wang Yangzi seemed to remember as well, his eyes widened as he asked, "Can you also use the sword?"

"I can't use it, I just have two swords on me." Chen Xia replied.

"Oh, then I'm relieved, haha." Wang Yangzi laughed and didn't stay for long. He waved his hand and said,

"I'm leaving. Next time I'll bring more pills for you. Use the pills here for that person first. After recuperating for more than ten years, it should be about time to enter the next stage."

"No need to send me off." Chen Xia waved his hand and sat back on the main seat.

"Okay."

Wang Yangzi turned and left.

Chen Xia tilted his head, sitting crookedly on the recliner. There was still a fine rain falling outside the window, and a gentle breeze passed by, but it could not blow into the room.

Ten years later.

Chen Xia told Zhang Feiyu one thing. He was going back to the small hut in the lower layer of the Realm. In the future if anything happened to the Zhang Family, go to Triumphant Mountain to find Qin Ji to resolve it.

And Chen Xia would come back when the Zhang Family produced its first Heavenly Realm cultivator. At that time, he would bring the Zhang Family to ascend to the Upper Layer of the Realm and contend for the pinnacle.

After explaining things, Chen Xia left just as he had come, empty-handed.

The Zhang Family was now jointly managed by the Second Patriarch of the Zhang Family and Zhang Feiyu. The three major sects under it had signed oaths with unwavering loyalty to the Zhang Family, and did not dare to harbor rebellious thoughts.

Chen Xia began farming in the small hut. Occasionally he would also go out for a stroll. His mentality was more like that of an elderly person now. Every day he would carry a hoe around the vegetable garden.

He didn't plant vegetables or turn the soil.

He simply gave a knock to whichever medicinal plant was growing poorly.

Thanks to this, his vegetable garden was extremely lush, with abundant herbs.

Perhaps this was the charm of farming.

Chen Xia thought this way. Occasionally he would carry the hoe out for a stroll. If asked, he would say he was Old Zhang's distant cousin, who had come back to inherit Zhang's house.

Time slowly passed, and he also became acquainted with the neighbors around him. Everyone knew that there was a cultivator surnamed Chen who loved farming and grew very lush herbs.

Herbal Merchants would often come to purchase them, and Chen Xia did not bargain. He just sold them for however much the merchants offered. If he was happy, he would even give the merchants two catties more. This left the merchants quite baffled.

Looking at the bundle of herbs hung with hemp rope in their hands, they were very puzzled.

Were they out buying meat?!

Could herbs be calculated by the catty too?

It had to be said that Chen Xia's herbs were truly inexpensive yet of superb quality. His reputation gradually spread.

Individual Alchemists came to purchase as well. Upon seeing the herbs, their eyes lit up immediately, wanting to purchase them at a high price.

Chen Xia flatly refused on the spot, frowning as he said,

"Who do you think you're insulting? Wanting to purchase them at a high price? Nonsense, I must give you a 50% discount, and gift you five more catties!"

The Alchemists were left dumbfounded.

What kind of wild dad was this?

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