A Little More

Chen Chief's three words spread across the entire Upper Layer of the Realm in half a month.

From the declining old powers at the Supplementary Heaven Stage to the babbling toddlers at the Qi Refining Stage, no one did not know of Chen Chief's name.

Some junior cultivators were truly puzzled, asking their elders, "Ancestor, what exactly does Chen Chief represent? I see many martial uncles are very excited and happy, yet I do not know what I should be excited about."

The elderly cultivator at the Supplementary Heaven Stage clasped his hands behind his back, reminiscing, "According to my ancestral master, the Saint Hall Chief of the Realm represents the cultivator with the highest talent and strongest combat power in the Realm. He even has the hope of surpassing the Lord of the Forbidden Zone. With the emergence of a Chief, it is a sign of the entire Realm's rise."

"The emergence of the previous Chief caused a change in the Upper Layer of the Realm. The increased opportunities and luck allowed the number of Quasi-Saints and Saints to increase by 30%."

The junior cultivator nodded seeming to understand, "I see, so that's how it is."

But he was still not very excited. After all, Quasi-Saint and Saint sounded so distant, as distant as a mountain he had only heard the name of but did not know how to get to.

The Upper Layer of the Realm was engaged in intense discussions.

Chen Xia, however, had already returned to his hut and started farming, which was perhaps one of the few hobbies he had left nowadays.

Wang Yangzi was at his side bickering with Wu Saint. For some reason, whenever the two of them came to Chen Xia's hut, they would arrive together and leave together as well.

After finishing farming, Chen Xia would play chess with them to pass the time.

In the end, Chen Xia lost more than he won, and could no longer keep up appearances. He called for outside help.

"Little stutterer, teach them a lesson." Chen Xia directed.

"He-Hello." Qiu Yi greeted somewhat cautiously. After all, two Saints were before her.

Wu Saint turned his head curiously and asked, "Is there someone else here?"

"Are you deaf? She stutters." Wang Yangzi rolled his eyes.

"Oh, I see. I thought there was someone else." Wu Saint scratched his head and laughed.

Now, the chess game became Qiu Yi taking Chen Xia's place to play against them, with wins and losses counting towards Chen Xia.

Wang Yangzi did not object either. Chess was mainly for fun, wins and losses were unimportant.

That was what he thought initially, until he was down eighteen games and had not won once. Finally, he sat up straight, frowned deeply, and said solemnly.

"Pay attention. I'm going serious now."

"Okay." Qiu Yi nodded.

Then Wang Yangzi's record changed to nineteen losses.

"Haha." Wu Saint was very amused, laughing from the side.

"Since young, this child has loved boasting. Now he's so old yet still hasn't changed."

Behind Qiu Yi, Chen Xia had his arms crossed, comforting Wang Yangzi, "It's fine. Losing to Qiu Yi is no shame, after all I'm the one directing behind the scenes."

Hearing this, Wang Yangzi was relieved. After all, there was someone even more shameless than him, so he did not need to be afraid of losing face.

"Yes, it must be brother's excellent directing. I realized it long ago." Wu Saint gave a thumbs up in praise.

Wang Yangzi fell silent.

Wu Saint thoroughly killed off any possibility of a shamelessness competition, effortlessly clinching first place.

The chess games continued for a whole day.

In the end, Wang Yangzi happily collected one hundred and eighty losses. By the last games, his hands were shaking, and he nearly lost control of his Dao Heart.

Wu Saint was at the side, grinning from ear to ear, radiant with spirit.

Finally, Wang Yangzi conceded. He shook his head and lamented,

"Old age leaves one desolate in life. In the end, I cannot compare to the young. You should show some mercy and let this old man win a couple games."

"Chen Xia directed." Qiu Yi swiftly shifted the blame, suddenly not stuttering.

Chen Xia was startled, but nodded and admitted, "Sorry, my fault."

The day's chess games thus ended in a delightful atmosphere.

At dusk, everyone returned to their homes.

Chen Xia sat in a rocking chair, gazing at the sky.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Qiu Yi about to leave asked curiously.

"Appreciating the moon." Chen Xia answered plainly.

"Is there one?" Qiu Yi looked up at the pitch black sky and frowned while asking.

"No, so I'm waiting for the moon to come out." Chen Xia nodded.

Qiu Yi nodded. Then she transmitted her voice, "I might not be able to continue posing as the Zhang Family's Elder Anymore. I feel it's not very suitable."

"No problem, do as you like." Chen Xia nodded. Then he glanced askance at Qiu Yi and curiously asked,

"How did you get out of Qing Province?"

"I entered the sea and drifted aimlessly for three thousand years. When I reached the Supplementary Heaven Stage, I came out." Qiu Yi replied.

"You didn't meet anyone else?" Chen Xia asked again.

"No."

Only then did Chen Xia understand that the Martial Emperor was differentiating treatment.

After Qiu Yi left, Chen Xia did not manage to wait for the bright moon, even until daybreak.

He calculated his points. After leaving the Great Death Realm, he now had five thousand points. He did not immediately add points, but was considering whether to add luck or magic power.

He was not considering strength anymore. The cost-effectiveness was too low. Hoping to become invincible by adding strength points was not as good as relying on his own cultivation.

Therefore, he was currently hesitating between luck and magic power.

But he did not hesitate for long before deciding to add two thousand five hundred points each.

He first added it to luck, changing his five thousand luck points to five thousand.

The changes were not obvious. Luck was like that, only showing differences at critical moments, such as pill refining.

His eight thousand one hundred magic power points became eight thousand six hundred.

The feeling from increased magic power was more distinct. Chen Xia seemed to gain some sudden comprehension, with an indescribable feeling rippling in his heart's lake.

He felt an unspeakable aura in his heart that he had to let out, so he yawned.

The increase in magic power only improved his mystical arts and techniques slightly. It did not have a big effect, because Chen Xia did not have many mystical arts and techniques to begin with.

The improvements to his Profound Chaos Scripture was minimal.

There was a slight increase in power for his Blood Sacrifice Soul Extinguishing Art. He could now use twenty years of his own lifespan to exchange for ten years of someone else's, but the key was that the present Chen Xia had no need for it anymore.

He could directly kill with a strike of his hand, no longer needing to exchange lifespans.

There was basically no improvement for his Past and Future Art. That art was already perfect to begin with, belonging to the pinnacle of enhancements with no room for improvement.

The current point additions did not benefit Chen Xia much. The main reason was that he cultivated too quickly, with his point additions unable to keep up with his cultivation speed.

But it could not be said that adding points was useless. When Chen Xia reached the level of a supreme being, living for tens of thousands of years, the accumulated points at that time could probably allow him to destroy a realm with one hand.

If he continued accumulating, perhaps in the end he could defy the Heavenly Dao, even replacing the Heavenly Dao to become the only authority in the myriad worlds.