Strange scenes appeared at the entrance of Little Cinnabar Hall.
In the eyes of the guards, it was no different from seeing ghosts.
This was because those usually aloof alchemists of Little Cinnabar Hall were now fawning over a guard who had just joined half a year ago.
And it was becoming more and more outrageous.
The pavilion had been completely renovated and enlarged to three times its original size. A huge chair, more like a bed, was erected in the center.
Chen Xia lay on it while a group of Little Cinnabar Hall disciples busily fanned him.
Why use fans in the winter?
Because there were also some Little Cinnabar Hall disciples heating up stoves, and Chen Xia was covered with a blanket.
What is the meaning of farting after taking off your pants?
This is it!
It could also be called extravagance.
Chen Xia stirred slightly, and the fanning Little Cinnabar Hall disciple hurriedly stopped and respectfully asked,
"Sir, is the wind force okay?"
"It's about right," Chen Xia nodded lightly and continued to rest with eyes closed, while also regulating his vital energy and blood to nourish his body.
The guards had been watching this for half a month. They were increasingly puzzled and could no longer restrain their curiosity. One of them boldly walked up and asked a disciple stoking the stove,
"What are you doing? Some kind of performance art?"
The disciple was squatting to add charcoal to the stove. Upon hearing the guard's question, he immediately stood up with a disdainful look and said,
"You coarse guards, how can you understand the great deeds we are doing?"
The guard frowned, looked at Chen Xia on the chair, then back at himself, even more confused.
"But aren't we all guards?"
"How dare you slander the sir like this!" The Little Cinnabar Hall disciple angrily rebuked.
Another disciple nearby quickly stopped him, "Speak softly, don't disturb the sir's rest."
"Oh, oh," the reprimanding disciple hurriedly nodded in agreement, then bowed down again to add more fuel to the stove.
The stunned guard really did not understand now. Looking at Chen Xia lying on the chair, the corner of his mouth hung open.
Isn't this guy also a guard?!
"Sir, this is the Purple Flower that can nourish your vital energy and blood. Do you want it or not?" A disciple hurried over and respectfully offered medicinal materials to Chen Xia.
Chen Xia glanced at it and nodded lightly, "Reward."
As soon as he spoke, Li Gao, who was waiting nearby, hurriedly walked over, took out a white Spirit Pill from his bosom, and handed it to the disciple.
Seeing the Spirit Pill, the disciple's breathing became hurried, his body trembled, and he received it with both hands respectfully, while being moved to tears of gratitude.
"Thank you, sir!"
These medicinal materials were all given to Chen Xia by the alchemists earlier. Whenever Chen Xia was free, he would refine one or two, improving his level, and then give them to Li Gao for safekeeping. They were rewards for these alchemists.
He was not afraid that Li Gao would run away with the pills. After all, they were just some worthless Spirit Pills.
In Chen Xia's own words, it was just casual refining, not worth mentioning at all.
After another month, it wasn't just the guards who were confused, but other Little Cinnabar Hall disciples as well.
Why did a lord suddenly appear at the entrance?
And have so many alchemists waiting upon him.
The news could not be contained. Chen Xia did not intend to hide it either. Soon it reached the ears of other disciples and quickly spread upwards until the elders got wind of it.
"Are you saying that a newly arrived guard can make more than twenty alchemists serve him, and the number is still growing?"
"Yes, yes." The reporting disciple hurriedly nodded.
"What's the reason?" The elder frowned and asked.
"Still finding out, but I heard this new guard can help the alchemists refine pills."
"Refine pills?" The elder's frown deepened. "How incredible must this guard be to make alchemists seek his pill refining skills, and adopt such a low profile. Could he even refine Spirit Pills?"
"I really can't believe it. Who recruited this guard?"
"It seems to be the lady from the Qiu Family." The guard quickly replied.
"Let's go take a look. If this is really happening at the entrance, the impact would be bad. If seen by the Ancient Race lords, Little Cinnabar Hall would really be in trouble."
After speaking, the elder hurriedly put on a fur coat and quickened his pace outwards, while saying, "Notify the lady of the Qiu Family again. Since it's her subordinate, she should handle it. I shouldn't overstep."
"Yes, yes." The disciple hurriedly nodded and left quickly.
Today, Chen Xia was unusually active, walking around the entrance with his hands behind his back.
He was followed by more than twenty alchemists, all with obsequious smiles, bowing and scraping.
It looked very much like the entourage of a young master from a prominent family taking a stroll, especially paired with the roguish air around Chen Xia. It was as if a group of local bullies were patrolling the streets.
The guards stood not far away, shaking their heads, not too surprised. After all, they had seen enough these days to not be shocked anymore. Some even wanted to join in.
After walking for a while, Chen Xia became bored and wanted to find a place to sit down and rest. But before he could look for one, the twenty-plus disciples behind him hurriedly brought out a high-backed armchair, loudly saying,
"Please have a seat, sir."
Chen Xia was slightly surprised, but naturally did not decline. With more than twenty people carrying, it was more than enough.
Thus, the strange scene of nearly thirty people scrambling to carry the chair appeared within Little Cinnabar Hall.
Those unaware would think some sect leader was travelling.
The chair swayed around the entrance of Little Cinnabar Hall, moving slowly and leisurely without haste, focusing mainly on comfort.
The elder hurried over, caught sight of this for the first time, and stood stunned for a while at a loss for words. After half a beat, he hurriedly shouted,
"Stop it! What's the meaning of this!"
The twenty-odd chair carriers stopped and looked at the elder, a little afraid, but Li Gao still boldly said,
"Elder, we're helping the sir with his chair."
Hearing this, the elder became even more furious. "What sir! Have you dogs gnawed your brains away, calling a mere guard sir, and daring to utter this nonsense!"
"Look at what you're doing, does it look proper! You be the judge, this is simply preposterous!"
Li Gao opened his mouth, about to defend himself.
Chen Xia raised his hand to stop him, chuckled lightly and said, "It's fine. My only requirement is to subdue others with propriety. Since we walk the alchemy path, we rely on alchemy."
With a wave of his hand, he casually added,
"Reward."
Following the order, Li Gao hurriedly took out a green Spirit Pill with emerald patterns from his bosom, stepped forward and handed it to the elder.
The elder's pupils shivered slightly as he received the Spirit Pill in his right hand, his tone softening somewhat, but still asked,
"What's the meaning of this?"
"Another reward," Chen Xia tilted his head sideways, not even glancing at the elder, continuing tonelessly,
"Reward again."
Li Gao took out another faint yellow Spirit Pill exuding a rich medicinal fragrance and placed it in the elder's left hand.
The elder swallowed and his tone became even gentler. He reflected,
"Actually, I was also wrong in many ways. I really overreacted."
"Keep rewarding," Chen Xia's flat voice was without modulation, as if this was just a trivial matter.
Li Gao took out a snowy white top-grade Spirit Pill with extremely intricate patterns and handed it to the elder once more.
The elder respectfully held it up in both hands, without any more rebuttal. He bowed his head to Chen Xia and respectfully addressed him,
"Sir."
Chen Xia chuckled lightly.
This was the true value of subduing others with propriety.
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