Three Hundred Days After Spring and Autumn

It must be said that increasing luck points really works.

Chen Xia let out a sigh.

The Old Fisherman had already left, and exhorted Chen Xia again to cultivate his Dao heart properly and not have random thoughts.

In fact, it already had a hint of showing his cards.

He was gambling that Chen Xia didn't know the whole truth, and as a cultivator, in order to become stronger and gain freedom, the only possibility was to work hard on cultivating.

Just the Primordial Infant Realm, what can it accomplish? If he really turned hostile, it would still be death.

And the further he cultivated, the more it would be in line with the Old Fisherman's intentions.

Unfortunately, he didn't know that Chen Xia could add points.

When in doubt, add points first.

Big Yellow Dog seemed to be very afraid of the Old Fisherman. Even after the Old Fisherman had left, it still didn't dare to raise its head. It just waved its paw at Chen Xia and said,

"Bro, I'll come visit you again after some time."

Chen Xia was startled for a moment, waved his hand to decline, "No need, you should go visit someone else."

In fact, it was also for Big Yellow Dog's own good.

"No, bro," Big Yellow Dog was just about to keep him back.

But Chen Xia had already flickered away, returning to his own cave abode. The most urgent task was still to strengthen himself and write some Profound Fantasy Dao chapters.

However, other than writing Profound Fantasy Dao chapters, it seemed that he had nothing else to do now.

It was impossible to cultivate. It would be best if his realm improvement progressed slowly.

As long as his points added up, he was confident he could confront the Old Fisherman head-on and struggle for a chance at life. As for now, he would take it slowly and conceal his abilities.

But he couldn't be too weak either, otherwise the Old Fisherman might think he had become useless and just kill him directly.

So Chen Xia was anxious but couldn't be impatient now. He had to wait for the system's points to arrive, then rein in his heart. He figured there shouldn't be any issues. After all, his luck value had reached the threshold, he could be said to be the chosen one of heaven.

At the far end of the sword's edge.

The Old Fisherman paced back and forth in the great hall, with thousands of thoughts.

He felt that Chen Xia should have noticed something. His previous words had contained some probing.

But he should still be far from the truth. As long as he slowly guided him later, it should be fine.

He believed it shouldn't be too difficult. Even if Chen Xia got close to the truth, what about it? His only chance was still through cultivation.

If he really wanted to become useless and not strive for progress, then the Old Fisherman would have no choice but to be ruthless.

The great turmoil was about to come. The Vast Sky Sword Sea urgently needed an emperor to preside over it, not three emperor seeds.

The life-extending elixir required the refining of pure divine souls, it could not be seized, otherwise the Old Fisherman would have liked to seize Chen Xia's body and cultivate by himself, that might be even faster.

And now there was also the trouble of damaged Dao heart.

The Old Fisherman's eyes turned gloomy as he clasped his hands behind his back and gripped tightly.

In the upcoming great turmoil, the Vast Sky Sword Sea must absolutely occupy a place and compete for enough fortune of heaven and earth. Only then could the Vast Sky Sword Sea rise again!

The emperor in the Vast Sky had already become one with the Dao.

The Vast Sky Sword Sea's final foundation was only that human emperor within the Sword Sea!

The Old Fisherman's expression was complicated as he stood in the shadows and slowly recited the words he often spoke.

"Many emperor seeds, few emperors!"

Cultivation time always passed quickly.

Spring faded into autumn, three hundred and more days passed in a year.

Of course, one couldn't make out the changing seasons within the Vast Sky Sword Sea, because there were no seasons here, only the occasional rainy days.

This was Chen Xia's fourth year in the Vast Sky Sword Sea. He added points to his strength again. He was in no hurry to cultivate now, and would occasionally go out for a walk.

Thus he would often run into Chi Yu of the Supreme Primordial Three Thousand Flame Feathers, who would pester Chen Xia to fight him.

What kind of person was Chen Xia?

He was extraordinarily lazy in the little world, if not for the Old Fisherman's plot against him, he wouldn't rack his brains like this.

So naturally Chen Xia refused to scuffle.

This Chi Yu was also straightforward. If you don't fight me, I'll keep asking you, and ask again if once doesn't work.

He didn't have any malice, just kept asking very annoyingly.

"Why are you so bent on fighting me?" Chen Xia was annoyed by the questioning, and turned to ask.

Chi Yu thought about it briefly, and candidly replied, "Because I want to know how powerful you are."

Chen Xia directly raised both his hands and conceded, "I admit defeat, bro, you're more fierce."

This stumped Chi Yu completely. He had never seen such a bizarre emperor seed. After a long pause, he asked doubtfully,

"Am I really more powerful than you?"

Chen Xia didn't answer this question, but instead asked, "Who sent you here?"

"Emperor Capital," Chi Yu answered.

Damn, this guy was extremely straightforward.

Chen Xia was somewhat surprised. He straightened his shoulders that were leaning against the pavilion pillar, and asked again, "Was it the other emperor seed?"

"Yes," Chi Yu nodded. "Emperor Capital is our leader."

"What species are you, Ancient Primordial?" Chen Xia asked again.

Chi Yu shook his head, his expression arrogant. "I'm Supreme Primordial, one level above Ancient Primordial."

"Awesome, awesome," Chen Xia praised, and then asked again, "Since you're so awesome, why do you have to be subordinate to others? You could have become an emperor entirely by yourself."

This question stumped Chi Yu. He stared with wide eyes, somewhat at a loss as he asked,

"Can I do it?"

"Of course," Chen Xia nodded, and started using analogies. "Look, Emperor Capital is an emperor seed, and I'm also an emperor seed. So I'm equal to Emperor Capital, right?"

"Yes," Chi Yu nodded.

Chen Xia continued, "Even I concede to you, so how can Emperor Capital dare disrespect you? In my opinion, the emperor's path must be walked by you, anyone else I wouldn't acknowledge."

Chi Yu's breathing became hurried upon hearing this, as if he could already envision himself becoming an emperor. He felt like scales had fallen from his eyes and he was suddenly enlightened.

And imagining his clan rising because of his meteoric rise, a surge of pride welled up in his heart. He immediately nodded and said,

"I'm enlightened."

He rushed off imposingly, about to leave.

Chen Xia hurriedly called him back, kindly asking, "What did you gain enlightenment about?"

A rare smile appeared on Chi Yu's solemn expression.

"I'm going to have a life-and-death battle with Emperor Capital and determine who the real emperor seed is, and walk my own emperor's path."

Chen Xia quickly advised,

"There's no need to be so overbearing. You can just casually spar with Emperor Capital, in the spirit of making friends through martial arts. That would also be repaying Emperor Capital's previous kindness in recognizing you."

"Good!" Chi Yu heavily nodded, and strode away again.

Chen Xia specially asked again, "Among your clan, you should be especially smart, right?"

A smile appeared on Chi Yu's stern face, a rare occurrence.

"How did you know? I had outstanding wisdom since youth, and was the smartest in the clan, so I also had the nickname 'Great Prodigy' in my youth."

Chen Xia nodded in agreement and approvingly said,

"It shows."