The incident caused quite a stir.
Basically, the entire Immortal Realm learned about the Heaven Pill Gate's ferry being ambushed.
The medicinal pills were stolen, but no one died because the ferry was unmanned, launched by the Medicine Ancestor of Heaven Pill Gate himself. With only pills aboard, Emperor Bixuan from the Divine Realm simply took all the pills.
This incident not only humiliated the Heaven Pill Gate but also shamed the entire Treasure Ring Scale State. The fact that they couldn't even protect relief supplies meant for another state within their own territory further highlighted the incompetence of Treasure Ring Scale State's cultivators.
The emperors of Treasure Ring Scale State were immediately enraged and rushed to the frontlines, demanding death battles with the pill-stealing Divine Realm emperor in the Small World.
The Divine Realm emperor naturally refused but showed himself to mock the emperors of Treasure Ring Scale State.
"It's laughable that you blame me for taking what you couldn't protect yourselves. Here's a suggestion - apologize to me now, and I'll return half the pills, haha."
"Old Bi Xuan, don't be too arrogant. One day, I will surely slay you and drag your soul to the Heaven Pill Gate to apologize!"
Emperor Bixuan, long-renowned in the Divine Realm, sneered and mocked everyone further.
"You Immortal Realm cultivators always love speaking such meaningless words. Even bringing up 'one day' - if you have the ability, come slay me now. Don't talk about 'one day' - it's just laughable."
Instead of engaging in battle, he merely stood there making sarcastic remarks, his smile growing wider as he watched the Immortal Realm cultivators' anger rise, then continued with disdain.
"You Immortal Realm emperors are truly just lackeys. Getting so worked up over Heaven Pill Gate being robbed, haha! Tell that Medicine Ancestor from Heaven Pill Gate to come - I'll kill him right here, and then let's see how you lackeys serve your master!"
...
"Did the Divine Realm emperor really say that?" Chen Xia asked calmly.
Huang Qingyue furrowed her delicate brows beside him and nodded, "It's all over the Treasure Ring Scale State. If it's reached East Jia State now, cultivators in other states must know about it too."
After speaking, she frowned deeper and gritted her teeth, "Brother Chen, that old bastard is too arrogant! Just wait, I'll go get the ultimate treasure from the Ninth Mountain. We must kill this old bastard for daring to speak about you like that."
"No." Chen Xia waved his hand, his expression serene as he spoke softly, "Qingyue, one should maintain a low profile in life. Why bring out the ultimate treasure from the Ninth Mountain for such a small matter? Just come with me to Treasure Ring Scale State."
"Am I going to help kill this old bastard too? That works. I know quite a few emperors in Treasure Ring Scale State. This Bi Xuan's actions have damaged their face, so those emperors will surely help," Huang Qingyue said with a smile.
"No need for that." Chen Xia waved his hand again, "Just the two of us is enough. We'll divide the work - you'll be in charge of cheering, I'll handle the fighting."
"Huh?" Huang Qingyue was stunned. Though she knew Chen Xia was powerful, she still worried, "Brother Chen, are you sure we don't need to invite other emperors? Old Bi Xuan is a veteran emperor after all, he does have some skills, or he wouldn't dare to be so arrogant."
"Oh, that does sound troublesome. In that case, you'll need to work harder - just cheer louder," Chen Xia replied, as if speaking to a child.
As for this veteran emperor business, he really didn't take it seriously. He had killed enough veteran emperors on the frontlines of the Great Heaven to form two mahjong tables, with substitutes to spare.
This battlefield between the Divine Realm and Immortal Realm seemed like child's play to him, barely worth mentioning.
Although he was currently under surveillance by the Immortal Realm's will, killing a Divine Realm veteran emperor should be fine, since they were both outsiders.
There was no rush for this trip. Chen Xia planned to travel alongside the next medicine transport ferry, wait for Emperor Bixuan to attempt another robbery, and then pleasantly send him on his way.
A visitor arrived during these peaceful days.
The Grand Elder of the Ninth Mountain came to visit, mainly looking for Huang Qingyue. Upon seeing her, he immediately frowned.
"What's wrong with you, running off without a word? Fine, you ran away, but why stay away so long? Are you an unleashed wild horse or a free bird?"
"Both, both," Huang Qingyue replied with an embarrassed smile. She still deeply respected the Grand Elder, as he was currently in charge of the Ninth Mountain and was like a mentor to her.
"Always glib with your tongue. Tell me, what are you really doing here?" the Grand Elder asked with furrowed brows. He knew Huang Qingyue well - though lively in nature, she wouldn't wander without purpose.
"Just... looking... for someone..." Huang Qingyue stammered, her eyes wandering, avoiding the Grand Elder's gaze.
"Looking for a medicine seller?" the Grand Elder's frown deepened.
"He's not just a medicine seller!" Huang Qingyue frowned and protested.
The Grand Elder's gaze intensified as he replied sternly.
"The entire East Jia State is buying this person's pills now. If he's not a medicine seller, who is he? His background is unclear, and the source of his pills is even more suspicious. The Immortal Realm is at war now and has no time to investigate him, but once the war ends, he must be investigated. You shouldn't associate too much with such a person."
"Brother Chen is doing good deeds, selling pills at such low prices. All cultivators in the Immortal Realm should be grateful to him!" Huang Qingyue protested again.
"Brother Chen? Is this the mortal boy you used to always talk about?" the Grand Elder asked dubiously.
"He's not a mortal boy anymore! Brother Chen is incredibly powerful now, he can chase down and fight emperors, much more impressive than the prodigies of these realms."
The Grand Elder shook his head and advised gently.
"Ah, child, child. After all these years, do you really believe he still remembers the old times? Isn't he just sweet-talking you while plotting for his own benefit?"
"Besides, no matter how high his cultivation, he's just an ordinary emperor at best, barely ranking among the bottom of the Immortal Realm's top powers. Is that really so impressive? I think not."
Huang Qingyue's expression turned serious as she crossed her arms and said sternly,
"Don't try to shake my faith."
How could she believe such things? Besides, Brother Chen was wealthy now, why would he need to seek benefits from her? Nonsense.
"Sigh..." the Grand Elder sighed again, seemingly giving up on persuading her, and shook his head.
"I won't try to convince you anymore. If you really believe in him, bring him to the Ninth Mountain someday. If he can successfully climb the mountain, then I, and even the entire Ninth Mountain, will acknowledge him."
"You are, after all, a cultivator of the Ninth Mountain. Surely you want the Ninth Mountain's approval?"
This was indeed true. Huang Qingyue nodded and asked, "Elder, won't you meet Brother Chen? He's inside... refining medicine."
The Grand Elder waved his hand, "No need. If he's more than just a medicine seller, we'll meet eventually. If not..."
He left his sentence unfinished and turned to leave.
The unspoken half carried many implications, left for individual interpretation.
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
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.
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
