The Heaven Pill Gate in East Jia State has been in chaos recently.
It's mainly divided into two factions: one led by Xu Zhen and the other by Huang Qingyue. The members of the Blue Sky Sword Sea are caught in the middle, not taking sides, just watching the drama unfold. Emperor Capital is the most enthusiastic spectator, also the most fickle. One moment they're saying,
"I support Sister Xu! She's the sect leader of the Fuyao Immortal Sect and the first woman Brother Chen met!"
Then Huang Qingyue gives them a cold stare.
Emperor Capital quickly changes their tune.
"I support Sister Huang! She's the master of the Ninth Mountain and a renowned figure throughout the immortal realms. Plus, her name has three characters!"
"Do you not speak and you'll die? What does this have to do with you? Brother Chen hasn't even spoken, yet here you are going crazy!" Qiu Li chides from the side.
Emperor Capital rolls their eyes, feeling resentful but indeed not speaking anymore.
Next comes the verbal sparring between Xu Zhen and Huang Qingyue.
"I gifted you the Great Emperor Opportunity and you even called me sister. The way things are, I’m naturally the elder." Huang Qingyue raises her delicate brows, her bright eyes blinking, smiling brilliantly.
"Calling you sister doesn't mean you're the elder. It just means you're older." Xu Zhen replies evenly, her charming face showing no emotion.
The two engage in open and veiled rivalry, giving the members of the Blue Sky Sword Sea a good laugh.
Where is Chen Xia?
Chen Xia is inside the sect, refining pills. Holding a spatula and sitting on a small stool, he dares not join the outside arguments, just hoping they don't involve him.
The furnace is burning, the pill refinement is automatic, the spatula is useless, and the stool is essential.
Going out is out of the question.
Fortunately, the quarrel between Xu Zhen and Huang Qingyue isn't too intense—at least they're not fighting. The members of the Blue Sky Sword Sea enjoy the spectacle but also know the urgency of the situation. If they sense the tension getting too thick, they quickly step in to mediate.
Moreover, there's Wang Yangzi, whose calm temperament ensures he steps in whenever the situation threatens to escalate, promptly going to fetch Chen Xia.
So, despite all the chaos, nothing major has happened at the Heaven Pill Gate. The group may not have idyllic harmony, but at least they coexist amicably.
Wang Yangzi shares stories of Chen Xia's adventures in the realms, and the members of the Blue Sky Sword Sea listen with interest.
This is a legendary tale, spanning a long time and involving the Great Death Realm.
After hearing it, Emperor Capital can't help but exclaim,
"Indeed, Brother Chen deserves all my admiration. No matter where he goes, he's always so valiant and domineering! I'm totally in awe!"
Qiu Li and the others remain silent, realizing one of the reasons for the vast gap between themselves and Chen Xia. Compared to Chen Xia's experiences, their own trials at the Blue Sky Sword Sea pale in comparison.
The common topic among the cultivators was Chen Xia, and everyone listened with great interest. Chen Xia himself didn't expect this, so he also listened, wondering if anyone was bad-mouthing him.
Luckily, no one was.
The peaceful moments passed quickly, filled with an unreality. As the sun set and the morning light dawned, it felt like the final moments of life.
Chen Xia couldn't help but wonder,
"Am I dying soon?"
No, it shouldn't be that.
Chen Xia slapped himself, feeling the solid reality, and then couldn't help but lament, "Could it be that it's time for me to enjoy life?"
Hmm...
He felt something was off, so shortly after, he discussed with Daoist Suppressing Heaven,
"Brother, can you send us away? No need to go far, just to the realms. That's my homeland."
"No need," Daoist Suppressing Heaven shook his head. "The realms are coming soon. Just wait."
"?" This answer caught Chen Xia off guard. He frowned and asked,
"Riddles?"
"Just wait." Daoist Suppressing Heaven still refused to elaborate.
Chen Xia had no choice but to focus on refining the Imperial Elixir, aiming for one for each person, ensuring everyone had a second life.
His pill-refining speed reached its peak, working day and night. Though the Imperial Elixir was precious, under Chen Xia's relentless efforts, it quickly produced results, enough to save an ordinary Great Emperor once or even extend their life for another era.
In total, Chen Xia refined eight of these elixirs.
Five for the Blue Sky Sword Sea members, and one each for Xu Zhen, Huang Qingyue, and Wang Yangzi. Each pill was stored in the center of their minds, capable of reversing one death but only once.
The Inner demon declined the elixir, not needing it as it wasn't a cultivator.
With that, the preparations were complete, though many years had passed.
Chen Xia's anxious heart finally eased a little. Just as he was about to relax, a shocking news spread across East Jia State.
The Heaven Emperor was coming again, this time for the second time, signaling his intention to slay Chen Xia.
"What do we do now?" Chen Xia asked Daoist Suppressing Heaven.
"Wait." Daoist Suppressing Heaven replied calmly.
"Waiting for all of us to die, huh?" Chen Xia frowned, questioning.
"No one will die." Daoist Suppressing Heaven only said this, signaling Chen Xia to relax.
"Alright, you'd better be right." Chen Xia nodded, trusting Daoist Suppressing Heaven's words, deciding to wait together. He didn't know what they were waiting for, but it seemed there was no other option.
He was trapped in the immortal realms, like a fish in an aquarium, seemingly free to move but unable to go anywhere.
Too many schemes, it's exhausting. If only I were invincible, I'd give all these bastards two slap counts and see if they keep acting crazy.
Chen Xia sat on his small stool, leaning his head, contemplating.
The usually quiet sect was now bustling, with everyone comforting him, saying they’d face the issue together and figure out solutions collectively.
Chen Xia smiled, a regretful smile.
It seemed he was still powerless.
As the sun set and the dawn broke, the Heaven Emperor arrived in East Jia State, reaching the foot of the Heaven Pill Gate mountain. Looking upward with disdain, he flicked his void crown, then proudly ascended the mountain.
His purpose this time was simple: to kill.
To carve out his own invincible path and ascend to greatness. If possible, even the Martial Emperor would have to bow to him.
As the youngest Quintuple Great Emperor, his ambition soared the highest.
When he reached the mountain gate, someone was already waiting for him.
It was Chen Xia.
The two eyed each other. The Heaven Emperor lowered his brows, sneering, "A Quadruple Quasi-Great Emperor—how boring."
"I feel the same way—why don't you go back?" Chen Xia suggested.
"After I kill you and claim all of East Jia State, I’ll leave naturally," the Heaven Emperor replied.
"Fighting and killing isn't good. Why don't we form an alliance and go fight the Quintuple Great Emperor together? Just the Treasure Ring Scale State next door will do—they're durable. And the Lord of the Divine Realm also said some nasty things about you."
Chen Xia continued to persuade.
But the Heaven Emperor was already before him, his momentum thick like a sky pressing down. He raised his fist, as if an additional sky loomed above, making Chen Xia's body stiff, unable to move.
Gray-white lights swirled around him, the ancestral dragon’s head barely emerging to defend.
Bang!
The entire top of Heaven Pill Gate collapsed.
East Jia State's map cracked.
Chen Xia lay in the fissure, bloodied and barely able to speak.
The Heaven Emperor stood at the peak, his finger raised, his killing intent clear. A faint glow condensed on his fingertip, and he uttered softly,
"Kill."
Shoo!
The faint glow transformed into a line, slicing across the entire state, about to pierce Chen Xia's head.
From the heavens above, a figure rushed out of the void, becoming faster than light, suddenly descending at this moment, shielding Chen Xia, paying the price of a pierced palm to disperse the light, then stepping forward, his figure a towering yellow, roaring,
"I am Vast Boundless! Before killing Chen Xia, kill me first!"
Vast Emperor... the Great Yellow Dog...
Position acquired!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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.”
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
