Till you get out of jail.

How should I put it? It's like happily going to fry fish, everything was fine at first, the harvest was not bad either, but the last time frying fish, a giant shark with a murder record was fried out.

If you were me, wouldn't you be scared?

That's how several formal disciples feel right now, with their kneeling bodies trembling, causing the money bags held up in their hands to rattle.

They can't compare to the emperor's seedlings of the Blue Sky Sword Sea, let alone Qiong Qi.

Chen Xia took off Qiong Qi's head and got 500 years of prison, but taking off their heads would probably only lead to a few rebukes.

The difference in status between them is too great.

Chen Xia is now one of the top emperor's seedlings in the Blue Sky Sword Sea, and has even heard that many major forces want Chen Xia to join them.

While they are just mediocre.

This is the division of status.

Thinking of this, the formal disciples offering money bags had gloomy expressions on their complex faces.

Chen Xia was still holding a teacup, looking at the few people kneeling on the ground. He really didn't expect to pick up money just by drinking tea, but he still politely said.

"How can I accept this?"

"Please be sure to accept it!" The formal disciple shouted respectfully, and sweat even secreted from his forehead anxiously.

He felt that if Chen Xia didn't want this money bag, what he would get was their heads.

"Yes, yes, this is our respect for you. If it's not enough, we'll make it up to you later." A disciple kneeling nearby quickly echoed.

Chen Xia frowned, sensing something wrong. Why did these disciples' actions and words make him look like a bully?

Should he say it or not? It actually feels quite awesome.

"When did you become probationary disciples?" Chen Xia turned the stool and asked casually with the teacup in his hand.

"We were probationary disciples last two terms." The kneeling disciple quickly replied.

Chen Xia smiled and said, "In that case, you are still my senior brothers?"

"No, you are my father!" The formal disciple hurriedly shook his head, looking terrified, trembling in his heart.

This was an act of complimentary killing!

First raise their status, then kill them all, and finally get a reputation for the small defeating the big. Not only would there be no punishment, there might even be rewards!

The reason why Chen Xia's punishment for killing Qiong Qi was so light was because of the factor of the small defeating the big.

This is a technique that all cultivators in the world admire and respect.

Chen Xia, at the peak of Building Mountain Realm, killing Qiong Qi at the sixth layer of Crossing Sea Realm, was probably the most outrageous case of small defeating big and cross-boundary kill in the history of Blue Sky Sword Sea.

So Chen Xia only got a 500-year Sword Prison sentence, without any additional responsibilities.

Chen Xia was slightly surprised. He didn't quite understand how it went straight to calling him father. At the moment, he was a little confused and frowned slightly.

"You won't get a red packet just by calling me that."

"No no no, I'll give you a red packet." The kneeling disciple respectfully placed the money bag at Chen Xia's feet, and took out some spirit stones from his arms to pile on.

If they were little ghosts for robbing probationary disciples, then Chen Xia was the real big god.

When little ghosts meet the big god, not dying is already a success.

This was also the first time Chen Xia had encountered such a scene. He put down his teacup, stroked his chin, and wondered.

"Do I look that evil?"

There's no need to look, he was already quite evil.

The formal disciples really wanted to answer this, but for the sake of their lives, they still shook their heads and said.

"You are the great kind person with a famous reputation both far and near in the Blue Sky Sword Sea."

Chen Xia wasn't stupid either. He knew his reputation might have gone wrong a bit.

But it's okay, he didn't care about his reputation anyway.

He casually waved his hand, "Alright, you guys can go back."

The formal disciples left the money bags behind, cupped their fists towards Chen Xia, then quickly fled.

The spirit stones at his feet were not many, only a few dozen or a hundred.

Better than nothing.

Chen Xia picked up the spirit stones and weighed them in his hand. This was their unjust wealth, and now it had fallen into his hands, becoming a windfall.

In the past month and a half, Chen Xia hadn't wandered around anywhere. He just went back to his own cave mansion, changed into a white robe, and then drank tea in the pavilion for a month and a half.

During this period, he had looked for the big yellow dog outside the Sword Forest once, but didn't find it. He also asked other little elders, who said the big yellow dog seemed to have gone into the Sword Forest, and had come out in the previous two years.

Since the big yellow dog was fine, Chen Xia was naturally relieved. Yu Fei was also in closed retreat in the formal disciple area, and it looked like he wouldn't be coming out for a while.

With nothing to do, Chen Xia drank tea alone.

The changes in the Blue Sky Sword Sea in the past 500 years were really not small.

First, the probationary disciples changed drastically, then the formal disciples changed terms, and the replacements of various elders.

These little things accumulated into big things.

It was as if Chen Xia was suddenly abandoned by the times and was struggling to squeeze back into this era.

In short, his version was outdated.

In addition, Chen Xia thought about Liu Qing and Li Yang's alliance, and still did not join.

The main reason was that he wouldn't get paid for lying down, and the salary was not much, not as fast as making money by sitting here picking up money.

However, Liu Qing was really nice. Even the Virgin Mary would have to enshrine her.

Chen Xia picked up the teacup and got up from the chair to wander back to the cave mansion.

"You finally came out!" An extremely excited voice rang out, and Zhang DaoMing looked straight at him, his body even shaking a little.

"Well...I'm broke." Chen Xia took the initiative and handed over the money bag at the same time, "I only have a little over 100 spirit stones. Make do with it first if you don't mind."

"Who the hell wants your 100 spirit stones!" Zhang DaoMing cursed in anxiety and kept waving his hands.

"Come on, come with me to refine pills!"

"Oh, refine pills. Simple, let me get my pill furnace." Chen Xia's expression became plain, and he said casually.

"Go quickly and come back quickly!" Zhang DaoMing looked really anxious.

Chen Xia finished the tea with sword intent in the teacup in one gulp, then slowly wandered back to his cave mansion.

Zhang DaoMing was worried that Chen Xia would shake him down, so he still followed along.

He had just finished a batch of pills for the sect after coming out of retreat, and figured Chen Xia should be out of prison now, so he immediately came looking for him.

It had been 500 years! How had he spent those 500 years!

No money, reputation ruined as well.

Pi Hu's trio felt that Zhang DaoMing was deceiving them, colluding with Chen Xia to swallow their spirit stones. Waiting for the association to disband, the spirit stones would belong to Zhang DaoMing and Chen Xia.

So they had been coldly looking on Zhang DaoMing all this time.

Little did they know Zhang DaoMing was the one who had been pitted by Chen Xia the most miserably.

If you say he got the spirit stones and endured some white-eyed looks, Zhang DaoMing would definitely not say much.

The problem was, the spirit stones were all eaten up by Chen Xia, and he was also 10,000 coins in the hole!

This was not just losing his wife and breaking down his army, this was directly losing himself!

Thinking of this, Zhang DaoMing couldn't help but wipe the corners of his eyes. This moment had been awaited for too long.

He had looked forward to the stars and the moon, and finally waited for Chen Xia to return.

Zhang DaoMing waited expectantly outside the cave mansion, thinking he could turn over a new leaf soon, and was in an even better mood.

In no time,

Chen Xia came out of the cave mansion holding the ladle he first used when refining pills.

Zhang DaoMing's expression froze, "That's it?"

"What else?" Chen Xia asked back.

"This is all rusted!" Zhang DaoMing shouted.

Chen Xia slid the ladle in the iron pot, bringing up some fragmented rust, and raised his eyebrows. "Do you understand what enchantment means?"