After the Great Yellow Dog's eyes emitted a deep and profound azure glow, it became limp again and let out a low cry of "So tired." Then it fell back asleep.
Chen Xia and Zhang DaoMing frowned and sized it up, unable to discern the reason.
"A dead cat bounce?" Zhang DaoMing asked doubtfully.
"Its breathing is still audible, so it shouldn't be a dead cat bounce. It's likely just a sporadic fit, but hard to say exactly what's going on," Chen Xia speculated.
Then he stepped forward and patted the dog's head again, scolding, "Say something if you're going to sleep. Have some manners, why don't you?"
"It can hardly have manners now," Zhang DaoMing supplemented, shaking his head.
"I didn't expect it to just say those couple sentences after waking up. How boring. I thought a mighty Emperor really might emerge and then I could brag about kicking an Emperor's ass," Chen Xia said, turning to Zhang DaoMing.
Zhang DaoMing frowned. "I hope you can maintain that defiant attitude if an Emperor really does show up one day," he critiqued.
"Naturally. I'm consistent," Zhang DaoMing scoffed.
Chen Xia didn't say anything more. He turned back to look at the Great Yellow Dog, furrowing his brow slightly.
He could hear urgent breathing and a racing heartbeat.
Zhang DaoMing noticed too. "That doesn't seem like sleeping," he murmured.
Chen Xia nodded. "It's like heavy breathing after intense exercise."
"How did it get so tired just from sleeping?" Zhang DaoMing furrowed his brow deeply, then added, "Or could it be for other reasons?"
Zhang DaoMing didn't specify, but they both knew what he meant.
None other than the Emperor.
But the specifics were still a mystery.
Chen Xia rubbed his cheek and gestured to the Great Yellow Dog, conferring with Zhang DaoMing, "Should we discuss with the Emperor?"
Zhang DaoMing curled his mouth. "You try."
So Chen Xia stepped forward, his tone carrying a negotiating air. "Your Majesty, take it easy. Slow down, okay?"
Abruptly, an azure glow sprang up around the Great Yellow Dog, blasting Chen Xia back over ten meters. Fortunately there was no killing intent, so Chen Xia wasn't really injured.
He planted his foot and halted his retreat, furrowing his brows. "Still upset, huh?" he muttered.
Zhang DaoMing knitted his brows and quietly retreated behind Chen Xia.
Right now they were powerless even against the sleeping Great Yellow Dog, unable to say or do anything. They could only leave the Great Yellow Dog laying in the middle of the yard.
Fortunately, despite its hurried breathing and racing heart, the Great Yellow Dog didn't have any accidents, same as always.
The yard was all wind and sunlight.
Chen Xia had wanted to build the Great Yellow Dog a pavilion, but Zhang DaoMing said it wasn't necessary, that experiencing nature in its purest state would nurture the most transcendent growth.
Although he knew those words were nonsense, Chen Xia still agreed.
Because he was too lazy to build one anyway.
Besides, wind and sunlight truly weren't bad things. They prevented dampness.
But it did rain sometimes. At those times, Chen Xia had an excuse - the rain could prevent wind and sun damage.
He had grasped the positives and negatives perfectly.
But during the occasional torrential downpour, Chen Xia would still stand next to the Great Yellow Dog holding an umbrella over himself but not the dog, just because he liked watching the dog get rained on.
If the rain got heavy enough that Chen Xia had to go back inside, he would wait for it to lighten up before coming back out.
It was fine for the Great Yellow Dog to get a little wet. Dogs were born knowing how to swim - it was an innate racial talent.
It remained unclear who was more dog-like.
Aside from that, Chen Xia would also practice alchemy in the yard. He had progressed to the Spirit Medicine chapter, with medicine preparation and techniques reaching the Spirit Medicine level.
He attempted using orthodox methods to concoct Spirit Medicines, but the initial results weren't ideal. With inferior Spirit Medicine ingredients he could only produce mediocre Spirit Medicines.
This was clearly unsatisfactory to Chen Xia. Fortunately he had the spirit to learn from mistakes and forge ahead, continuing to research Spirit Medicine alchemy, memorizing pharmacological properties, and honing his techniques.
In his thirtieth year, Chen Xia was finally able to use inferior Spirit Medicine ingredients to produce inferior Elixirs.
Following the records in the Spirit Medicine books, he concocted Elixirs at a pace of one every ten years, initially only able to produce inferior Elixirs.
Whether using inferior or mediocre Spirit Medicine ingredients, he could only make inferior Elixirs.
The difference was that the Elixirs produced from mediocre Spirit Medicines were slightly better.
This obviously failed to meet Chen Xia's standards for himself. He kept trying in the following years, but was unable to break through, always lacking something.
What exactly was lacking?
Was it profound comprehension of alchemy, or needed further refinement of his techniques?
Or was it the quality of the pill furnace, or the level of Spiritual Fire?
Or even incorrect timing.
These were all difficult points in alchemy that had to be noted and done well.
After long consideration, Chen Xia finally identified the key issue.
It boiled down to lacking fortune.
With sufficient fortune, even Great Medicines would be no problem concocting.
Chen Xia sighed and murmured to himself, "Turns out I'm still not working hard enough."
If he could work hard and live to be hundreds of thousands of years old, with that much fortune alone he would probably be invincible.
It's my fault.
He was at peace with it.
Chen Xia didn't do much alchemy after that. He just read books and honed his techniques, letting things take their own course.
With nothing to do at home, Zhang DaoMing would also go out drinking, nothing fine but not too bad either, carrying a little jug at his waist and taking swigs whenever he felt like it.
"Tastes good?" Chen Xia asked curiously when he saw it.
"Don't know. I don't really taste the richness or mellowness others describe. Just tastes like liquor to me," Zhang DaoMing shook his head.
"Let me try." Chen Xia beckoned.
"Here." Zhang DaoMing untied the jug from his waist and tossed it over.
Chen Xia held it high and let a drop fall into his mouth, sipping it down and smacking his lips. He furrowed his brow slightly.
"How is it?" Zhang DaoMing asked with a laugh.
"Spicy," Chen Xia frowned, then added, "It reminds me of a saying I've heard before."
"What's that?" Zhang DaoMing asked curiously.
"Drink the strongest wine, sleep with the wildest women," Chen Xia answered.
Zhang DaoMing seemed to pause, then glanced at the Great Yellow Dog and shook his head.
"I advise you to be virtuous."
"Kidding," Chen Xia laughed lightly, raising the jug to let another drop fall into his mouth. "But this wine really has no taste, just spicy. Maybe I don't know how to appreciate wine," he mused.
"Neither do I," Zhang DaoMing replied. "I just like the drunk taste. Lets me not think about things so much."
"Coward," Chen Xia criticized contemptuously.
Zhang DaoMing shook his head. "You're still young. Some things really are beyond your control."
"Young? I'm not that young," Chen Xia said noncommittally with a laugh.
He wasn't the scion of a great Emperor in the Vast Heavenly Sword Sea, nor an immortal of a minor heaven, much less a constable of Tail Creek Town.
Over the flowing millennia, things and people change.
He had changed, yet remained the same.
He couldn't always be someone, but would always be Chen Xia.
Youthful vigor and spirit forever retain their youth.
Not bound by heaven or earth, nor mired in the mortal world.
If described in two words, it would be...
Transcendence!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
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!
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
