Emperor Tianhe left, indeed unable to do much about Chen Xia.
The only thing he had over Chen Xia was probably the "Emperor" title at the end of his name. In terms of combat, it might not be clear who would win, so he decided to bide his time and settle the score after the frontline matters were resolved.
Chen Xia stood calmly on the city wall, glancing at Emperor Capital, and said again,
"Be more restrained in your speech and improve your manners. We both come from the Blue Sky Sword Sea, don't let others think our cultivators from the Blue Sky Sword Sea are only good at fighting and cursing."
"Fighting horses? Chen Ge, I don't just fight horses, I can also mess with other people's partners," Emperor Capital chuckled.
Chen Xia was slightly stunned, then shook his head helplessly, "As long as you're happy."
Both of them sat on the city wall, with the chessboard left unplayed, and the surrounding Saints gradually dispersed.
Chen Xia pondered how to enhance his Thunder Path and Dragon Path. The Dragon Path was manageable, as he had some research and could transform into a dragon. With time, he could probably achieve something.
But what about the Thunder Path?
He had barely experienced the Thunder Path a few times, and the so-called Thunder Path was a legacy from a Saint. Now that his cultivation had reached Saint level, this Saint legacy was no longer effective for him.
He would have to comprehend it on his own in the future, but how to comprehend and how much to comprehend, Chen Xia was completely clueless, so he could only take it one step at a time.
He turned to look at Emperor Capital again and asked,
"Have you become a Saint?"
"Thanks to Chen Ge's guidance!" Emperor Capital quickly flattered with a smile, whether Chen Xia had anything to do with it or not, he just wanted to associate Chen Xia with it.
Chen Xia sat cross-legged on the city wall, resting his head on one hand, with starlight falling on him, as if draped in a misty veil, and nodded,
"With your talent, becoming a Saint is no problem, and even becoming an Emperor is possible. After all, we were both potential Emperor candidates from the same generation."
Emperor Capital suddenly became serious, no longer joking, and replied to Chen Xia with great solemnity,
"You are the senior!"
Chen Xia frowned, "We're not from the same generation..."
"You are the senior!" Emperor Capital emphasized again with a serious expression.
On this point, he actually dared to contradict Chen Xia.
"Uh, okay then," Chen Xia wasn't one to argue, so he nodded and continued to rest his head, thinking about the future path of cultivation.
When there was no fighting on the frontline, life became a bit boring, mostly spent on cultivation.
Some Saints liked to form cliques, gathering in groups of a dozen or so to discuss various matters, forming their own circles.
Recently, the topic of discussion naturally revolved around Chen Xia, saying that this white-haired angler had suddenly become young and could even challenge an Emperor, and the Emperor had actually backed down.
This indicated that this person was extraordinary, definitely on par with an Emperor.
Under the Saints' inquiries, Chen Xia's background from several thousand years ago was almost fully uncovered.
Chen Xia, also known as Chen Saint, was one of the most dazzling cultivators in the last battle on the frontline several thousand years ago. Four of the Emperor heads hanging on the city wall were beheaded by Chen Xia.
His cultivation was the only Four Paths Saint in the myriad worlds, with extremely high talent, likely to become a Five Paths Saint or a quasi-Emperor first.
The four paths were Light Shadow Path, Sword Path, suspected Dragon Path, and Thunder Path.
He was also the only Saint to participate in the Emperor Council, with his level equal to that of a Two Paths Emperor.
These were all information that could be discovered with some effort, but the more the Saints investigated, the more shocked they became.
Especially those Saints who had cursed at Chen Xia, who were now panicking and lining up to send gifts to Chen Xia, seeking his forgiveness.
Chen Xia naturally didn't care about these trivial matters and didn't accept the gifts, asking them to leave on their own.
The Saints would then exclaim, "Chen Saint is magnanimous!"
Such trivial matters passed like small ripples.
Chen Xia still sat unmoved on the city wall, pondering, until Emperor Tianhe came to find him and waved,
"Shall we go for a walk?"
"Sure," Chen Xia stood up, twisted his neck, and walked with Emperor Tianhe along the city wall.
Some Saints who saw the two of them quickly dispersed, not daring to stay.
"I heard you had a conflict with Flowing Water Temple Master recently?" Emperor Tianhe asked.
"Nothing much, I just stood my ground," Chen Xia replied with a smile, hands tucked into his sleeves.
Emperor Tianhe nodded, slowing his pace, and continued,
"Flowing Water Temple Master's temper is indeed bad, one of the more irritable Emperors. He has always opposed your joining the Emperor Council, thinking that a Saint shouldn't have such privileges."
Chen Xia chuckled, raising an eyebrow, and replied, "It seems his opposition didn't work."
"That's right, since your combat prowess is sufficient, you are definitely qualified to join the Emperor Council. But since you had a conflict with Flowing Water Temple Master, he is now causing trouble at the Emperor Council, insisting on having you removed."
"Remove me then," Chen Xia shrugged indifferently, then raised an eyebrow,
"I don't need the Emperor Council, but the Emperor Council needs my joining to prove its worth."
Emperor Tianhe nodded, "So the other Emperors don't want to remove you, but Flowing Water Temple Master is causing too much trouble, we're all a bit annoyed."
"How about this, I'll give you a solution," Chen Xia stepped back, patted Emperor Tianhe's shoulder, and smiled,
"I'll give you a solution. If Flowing Water Temple Master can kill a certain number of Dark Invasion remnants, I'll double that and kill an extra Emperor. All you have to do is remove Flowing Water Temple Master from the Emperor Council, how about it?"
Emperor Tianhe didn't respond to this question but asked,
"Did you successfully break through while meditating on the city wall?"
"Now I'm a Two Paths Saint," Chen Xia smiled.
"Why did you fall in cultivation level?" Emperor Tianhe was puzzled.
Chen Xia took a step forward, turned to face Emperor Tianhe, extended two fingers, and said,
"Because the other two paths have reached the quasi-Emperor level."
Emperor Tianhe was stunned.
That day, Flowing Water Temple Master was expelled from the Emperor Council overnight, completely removed.
He looked dazed, somewhat confused, then angrily said,
"Aren't you afraid that if you provoke me, I'll join the Dark Invasion?!"
Emperor Tianhe shook his head, "It's fine, Chen Xia said that if you join the Dark Invasion, he'll personally come to kill you."
Flowing Water Temple Master was once again stunned, not knowing what to do for a moment.
Emperor Tianhe suddenly advised,
"Just apologize to Chen Xia, it's not a big deal. Chen Xia now has two paths at the quasi-Emperor level. By the time he reaches four paths at the quasi-Emperor level, only a four paths Emperor can firmly suppress him, and a three paths Emperor might only slightly surpass him."
"That's insane!" Flowing Water Temple Master frowned.
"That's a conservative estimate. Given Chen Xia's age and talent, becoming an Emperor is almost certain. Once one of his four paths reaches the Emperor level, with the peculiarity of his paths, he will probably be equivalent to an ordinary three paths Emperor.
And with such a long cultivation journey ahead, can you guarantee he won't cultivate to five paths? If he does, plus the Emperor title, he'll be the strongest under the supreme being. How dare you provoke him?"
Flowing Water Temple Master became more and more uneasy as he listened, his body trembling, already thinking about how to apologize sincerely.
Flowing Water Temple Master, having lived for so long, finally understood.
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pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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.
