Is it just you tearing down my pavilion

If it was said that other cultivators were properly cultivating, then Chen Xia was a bit different. He was more like passing the time in his old age and casually cultivating a bit, only demanding to do as he pleased.

For example, right now he sat at the old site of the pavilion, having set up a chessboard and brewed tea, planning to play a few games with Big Yellow Dog when he came.

The pavilion had been demolished.

At the moment, he didn't care much about that, but he better not find out who demolished it.

Otherwise, he would start caring.

Big Yellow Dog hadn't arrived yet, so Chen Xia picked up the brewed tea and lightly sipped a mouthful.

A preparatory disciple walked in front of him, hugging something. He kept his head lowered, not daring to look around randomly. His footsteps were hurried, as if afraid of something.

As the old saying goes, the more you fear something, the more it will come to you.

Two figures dressed in cyan robes suddenly flashed into view. One launched a big flying kick at the preparatory disciple, kicking him back several meters. A huge footprint was left on his back.

Chen Xia's eyes twitched.

What a despicable big flying kick.

The two cyan robed figures revealed their appearances. They were formal disciples with nameplates hanging on their chests. They were sneering as they looked at the fallen preparatory disciple, saying:

"Why are you hiding your head and looking at things? You don't even know to greet your senior brother when he's here?"

The preparatory disciple staggered up from the ground, just about to speak, when he was slapped in the face again, falling back to the ground.

"Did I tell you to get up? With your mediocre aptitude, you even dare to stand up and talk to your senior brothers?"

The mocking laughter of the two formal disciples continued. They directly came forward and snatched away the thing the preparatory disciple was hugging.

"Let your senior brother take a look at what treasure you're hiding. Wow, turns out to be such a big pile of spirit stones!"

"Then let your senior brothers take on some hard work and we'll split it seventy-thirty."

The preparatory disciple lay on the ground, his hands tightly grabbing the earth, not speaking.

"What, you're not willing?" The Golden Eagle, one of the formal disciples, directly stepped on the preparatory disciple's head.

The preparatory disciple gritted his teeth, his whole head buried in the damp, muddy earth. He didn't speak.

"Haha, later you'll be even more unwilling when your senior brother tells you what a seventy-thirty split means!"

Golden Eagle sneered, pointing at himself, "We're the seventy, the elders behind us are the thirty. As for you..."

He added some force under his foot, completely grinding the preparatory disciple's head into the mud, mockingly saying:

"You're just a beggar kneeling for alms!"

Chen Xia witnessed the whole thing, also having finished drinking his tea.

How to put it?

It could be said to highlight a simple and honest folk custom.

Big Yellow Dog had also told him about this in his free time, saying that restrictions between regions had been removed and formal disciples could now enter preparatory disciples' areas.

And the formal disciples were very domineering, joining together with elders to oppress preparatory disciples. Any preparatory disciples without strength or influence would be oppressed.

And they couldn't fight back either. Some preparatory disciples who fought back were beaten into serious injuries, and were still lying in sickbeds now, looking like it would take decades for them to recover from their injuries.

In these years, Big Yellow Dog didn't even dare to randomly scamper around. He just waited at the Bronze Gate outside Sword Forest, occasionally going to Elder Lei's herb grounds to pick a couple medicinal herbs to brew medicinal soup for Chen Xia.

Big Yellow Dog also specially told Chen Xia not to provoke these formal disciples and to avoid them if he encountered them.

These formal disciples had been in the sect for over a thousand years and had deep backgrounds. Some even had connections with many elders.

If they grew up in the future, they would probably also gain an elder's seat in Blue Sky Sword Sea. There were many complex factors involved in this that couldn't be simply described as just oppression.

Chen Xia put down the empty teacup, propping up his chin as he watched this "simple and honest folk custom".

Wherever there were people, there would be oppression. This was inevitable.

He refilled the teacup and stretched lazily. He was still disinclined to get involved. After all, helping was human feeling, not helping was principle.

Besides, the preparatory disciples had cultivator identities, not the weak. If they had ability, they would naturally fight back in the future.

If they didn't have ability, leaving Blue Sky Sword Sea like this was also good. They could go find a comfortable place to stay.

But most importantly, Chen Xia had no relationship or acquaintance with this preparatory disciple, let alone any interaction. So he had no intention of going to help at all.

Moreover, Chen Xia didn't hold any position and wasn't an elder either. Naturally, he didn't need to manage these things.

However, if the one being beaten was the capital, Chen Xia would have gone over to watch the fun.

Unfortunately it wasn't.

So Chen Xia naturally also had no interest in getting involved. He casually spun the teacup with one hand, thinking of rebuilding another pavilion. This time he planned to build a multi-purpose pool inside.

It could be used to brew tea, cook soup, make hotpot, and take baths.

Great idea.

Chen Xia thought this, but the farce before his eyes still hadn't stopped.

Because the two formal disciples had started stripping the preparatory disciple's clothes.

Chen Xia's eyebrows twitched.

What kind of performance was this?

"Let's see what good stuff you have on you. Take it all out as a gift to your senior brother. Only then would your senior brother's stakeout not be in vain!"

Golden Eagle guffawed as he directly snatched away the preparatory disciple's storage treasure.

"Give it back to me!" The preparatory disciple suddenly roared furiously. He leapt up, spiritual light exploding from his hand as he tried to attack Golden Eagle.

A hundred year ancient strain trying to take on a thousand year mysterious strain, it was somewhat overestimating his abilities.

Golden Eagle coldly sneered. With a flip of his hand, his power at the mountain moving stage was revealed. An illusory golden claw suddenly appeared out of thin air, forcibly suppressing the preparatory disciple and grinding him into the mud.

The preparatory disciple's eyes were filled with extreme fury. His hands gripped the earth tightly, veins bulging as he gnashed his teeth and roared angrily:

"Give my stuff back!"

"Stuff?" Golden Eagle looked puzzled and said: "What stuff? There's no stuff of yours here. It clearly all belongs to me."

The corners of his mouth suddenly curled into a mocking smile again. "You're just trying to snatch my stuff, that's why I suppressed you with one hand."

The preparatory disciple clenched his teeth tightly, even bleeding. His gaze was filled with extreme hatred as he stared at Golden Eagle, the killing intent completely unconcealed.

Chen Xia sat a kilometer away, swirling his teacup.

He felt that the preparatory disciple should endure a bit more since he couldn't beat these two formal disciples.

But it was hard to say with these kinds of things, because there were some bottom lines that couldn't be tolerated.

So there might be a death later.

Chen Xia put down the teacup and straightened his body a bit to get ready to exert strength later.

If it was just a "simple and honest" extortion and robbery, Chen Xia could still watch. After all, money and possessions were external objects.

But if they really killed someone, he couldn't bear to watch.

That was his bottom line.

Since the preparatory disciple dared to reveal such resentful expression, at least half of him would die today.

Chen Xia had many strengths, with his only weakness being somewhat soft-hearted. After nearly a thousand years, it still hadn't improved much.

But he didn't want to change it either.

Golden Eagle's mouth curled into a cruel smile. He cursed: "A worthless thing like you still dares to fight back. Forget just a worthless thing like you who just entered the sect, even the pavilion that stood in the sect for thousands of years wasn't kicked into ruin by us!"

Chen Xia's eyes instantly condensed, and sharp sword intent roiled from his body.

So you were the one who demolished my pavilion!