Emperor Capital sat on the city wall, resting his head on one hand, not thinking about the chessboard but about Chen Xia.
It wasn't out of emotional longing, but rather pondering how to speak as impressively as Chen Xia in front of the Great Emperor.
Li Yue was already boasting to many saints, gesturing grandly while recounting the glorious events from the Blue Sky Sword Sea, leaving the saints stunned.
They hadn't expected Saint Chen to be so formidable in his youth, with countless tales of killing fellow disciples who were potential emperors, killing sect elders, and fighting other elders.
While impressive, why did it sound like he wasn't exactly a good person?
It seemed like the sect had terrible luck taking him in.
Li Yang stood nearby with arms crossed, observing the frontline crowd silently, lost in thought.
Chen Xia hadn't returned for several days, and she had nothing to say about it. She had originally come to the frontline to witness real combat and perhaps find an opportunity for breakthrough, hoping not to fall too far behind Chen Xia.
Thinking back to their time at Blue Sky Sword Sea, although she couldn't match Chen Xia then, the gap wasn't this wide.
Back then it was at least a gap between humans, now it's wider than the gap between humans and dogs.
Thinking of this, Li Yang turned to Emperor Capital sitting on the city wall and asked,
"With Chen Xia being so powerful now, as a potential emperor from the same generation, don't you feel any resentment?"
Emperor Capital replied solemnly, "Brother Chen is my senior!"
Li Yang frowned, "Aren't you both..."
"He is my senior," Emperor Capital insisted, crossing his arms with utmost seriousness.
"Uh, alright," Li Yang didn't press further, agreeing with Emperor Capital.
"Hmph," Emperor Capital snorted softly, muttering firmly,
"How can such trivial matters shake my resolve!"
Chen Xia rested in the logistics department for many days, and when his blood energy slightly improved, he began thinking of alternative methods for medicine refinement.
His current explosive cooking method was too taxing on both his luck and blood energy, so he wondered if there were other costs he could pay, like using lifespan instead.
The amount didn't matter, as long as lifespan could be used.
Unfortunately, such secret techniques didn't exist. A cultivator's life was precious, but lifespan wasn't worth much.
There were too many ways for cultivators to increase their lifespan, not to mention the Imperial Elixir that could extend life by an entire era.
This really showed how overpowered Ma Xiaohong's innate divine ability was.
Thinking of Xiaohong made Chen Xia's mood drop again. He summoned the small pink sword, watching it dance around him, swaying back and forth, spinning slightly as if showing off.
The pink sword energy trails hadn't yet dissipated, making it look like a flower.
A simple, abstract, but beautiful flower.
"I remember," Chen Xia nodded with a slight smile, sat quietly for a while longer, then got up to research other methods of medicine refinement.
The small pink sword followed behind him like a tiny shadow.
Chen Xia wandered around and noticed other alchemists' furnaces. It was said some cultivators could produce two pills in one furnace, which was quite impressive.
Since alchemy techniques were interconnected, Chen Xia began to wonder if he could produce multiple pills in one furnace.
It should be possible.
Chen Xia started contemplating methods.
A few months after Li Yang and Li Yue arrived, the left battlefront received another visitor.
Chi Yu stood with crossed arms, speaking little, only asking,
"Where's Chen Xia?"
"Are you also from Blue Sky Sword Sea?" the guard saint asked cautiously.
"Yes," Chi Yu replied.
This matter was reported to the frontline.
The emperors frowned upon hearing this, and the elder with star-like eyebrows directly asked,
"Is Blue Sky Sword Sea forming a team at our frontline?"
"Well, it's good that they're here, it means more fighting power, and they're Chen Xia's sect members, so we should show some courtesy," Tian Sen the Great Emperor advised.
After arriving, Chi Yu stood on the city wall with crossed arms, not saying a word, focusing on maintaining a cool demeanor.
He wouldn't speak a single word until Chen Xia arrived.
Chen Xia soon arrived and immediately asked,
"Emperor Capital is here, Li Yang and Li Yue are here, and now you're here too. Who the hell is managing Blue Sky Sword Sea?"
They couldn't possibly rely on slackers like Jia Bai, Huang Can, and Hu Linye.
"Someone's there," Chi Yu replied confidently.
"Indeed there is," Emperor Capital nodded.
"There really is someone," Li Yue confirmed.
"Who?" Chen Xia asked.
"Qiu Li, he's almost finished setting up his formations," Chi Yu answered.
Chen Xia nodded.
Good, they'd found the troublemaker.
At Blue Sky Sword Sea.
Qiu Li finally returned to the sect after thousands of years away, feeling proud like a successful returnee, greeting the white emperor at the gate with a smile.
Entering the sect, he expected a warm welcome but found no one. He smiled calmly, shaking his head,
"Really now, still playing with surprises, I want to see what you all have planned."
Maintaining composure was his strategy.
So he stood there for two months, finally unable to wait any longer, he began searching for other saints.
He searched throughout the sect for several days, finding no one. Frowning, he stubbornly searched again.
After searching for more than ten days.
Finally, he walked out bewildered, muttering in confusion,
"Damn it, where is everyone?!"
Chen Xia made astounding progress in medicine refinement, truly shocking progress, to the extent that the many alchemists in the logistics department began spreading the news frantically.
They called it a historic breakthrough in alchemy, giving it extremely high praise.
The news reached the Emperor Council, and while the emperors didn't understand alchemy, they understood what "astounding" meant. Curious, they decided to go see Chen Xia's new creation together.
They arrived at the logistics department, and after walking around, they heard a whistling sound, like something howling.
They hurried toward the sound.
After traveling dozens of miles.
They saw an object, cylindrical, similar to a normal medicine furnace but also somewhat pot-shaped, though much larger than ordinary medicine pots, about the size of a small mountain.
Below the medicine pot were fierce flames burning, roughly thirty different types of fire intertwining and burning, creating an impressive sight.
Looking up, there was something different.
A lid was tightly sealed on top of the huge medicine pot, with a small hole in the lid where dense steam and medicine energy escaped.
The loud whistling sound came from here.
Tian Sen the Great Emperor pointed at the huge medicine pot, stunned for a while, then asked a nearby alchemist,
"What new contraption is this?"
The alchemist respectfully replied,
"This is a new magical treasure created by Saint Chen, extremely powerful for medicine refinement. Saint Chen named it..."
The alchemist's tone suddenly rose proudly,
"The Pressure Cooker!"
Damn!
Tian Sen the Great Emperor's vision went black.
How is it still just a pot?!
Don't know if it's the phone's problem or the fingers' problem.
Should we change fingers or change phones?
Troublesome.

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