Another group of cultivators arrived at the logistics department.
The same emperor who conducted the previous inspection continued his duty. The Medical Dao Saint informed Chen Xia that this emperor was called Tianhe, and he was actually quite a tragic figure. He had previously tried to protect his own star domain, but due to its proximity to the heavenly dao's reckoning, he still couldn't save it.
After that, Emperor Tianhe vowed to kill all cultivators who joined the Dark Invasion, though at this rate, Emperor Tianhe might die first.
The Medical Dao Saint spoke with much lamentation, feeling that Emperor Tianhe's fate was truly regrettable.
This inspection was similar to the last one, mainly examining the heart lake and divine consciousness to check for any signs of rebellion.
Otherwise, they might switch sides and join the Dark Invasion in the middle of battle.
Chen Xia limped to the side, looking at these unfamiliar faces, suddenly remembering the cultivators who had arrived with him last time, wondering how many were still alive.
Emperor Tianhe glanced at him and asked calmly.
"Has your injury improved?"
"Just a minor wound," Chen Xia replied with a light smile.
Emperor Tianhe returned the smile and nodded, "You are indeed formidable. Emperor Tian Sen's judgment wasn't wrong."
"It's just my nature," Chen Xia responded, then crossed his arms and asked Emperor Tianhe.
"How many of the cultivators who came with me last time are still alive?"
"Most of them," Emperor Tianhe answered, then shook his head, "But the final survival rate might not exceed ten percent. Even emperors die here, so their lives are in even greater danger."
"Can't be helped, this is war, this is the frontline," Chen Xia nodded calmly, having already guessed such an outcome.
"Indeed," Emperor Tianhe replied finally, and after completing the inspection of all cultivators, he returned to the frontline.
He was one of the most fierce emperors fighting on the frontline.
Since the battle line was established, he had killed countless dark remnants on the left battlefront, and the third emperor corpse on the city wall was slain by Emperor Tianhe.
All emperors who could defend the battle line were legends.
Including Chen Xia.
He walked with his limping gait toward his reclining chair, his blue robe floating gently.
"Sen... Senior," the newly arrived cultivators hurriedly called out to him.
Chen Xia turned his head slightly, raising his eyebrows, his gaze profound, and asked in return: "What is it?"
The apparent leader, a Great Saint, respectfully smiled and asked Chen Xia.
"Senior, we've just arrived and aren't familiar with the rules. Could you please inform us? We'll definitely show our gratitude!"
Chen Xia turned his head and continued limping away, waving his hand as he spoke.
"Kill enemies and stay alive - those are the only two rules. Just follow them."
The cultivators still looked bewildered.
Chen Xia had already walked into the distance. If nothing unexpected happened, he would join these new cultivators on the frontline once his injuries were mostly healed.
When idle, Chen Xia enjoyed watching the alchemists refine medicines and learning some profound medicinal knowledge.
The alchemists here were extraordinary, starting at least from the Heaven Mending Realm, and there were even quite a few saints who had achieved their status through the dao of alchemy.
While they were refining medicines, Chen Xia would sit beside them on a small stool. Though he said he was learning, his presence made the alchemists nervous, causing them to maintain utmost focus.
After watching for half a month, Chen Xia realized he couldn't really understand it, so he simply brought his own spatula and wanted to refine medicine with them, asking the Alchemy Saints for guidance.
The Alchemy Saint looked at the spatula in his hand, hesitated for a long time, and finally agreed, saying with a dry laugh.
"What kind of pill would you like to refine? I have spare medicine furnaces here if you need one."
"No need, no need, I'm used to this one, wouldn't be comfortable with others," Chen Xia quickly waved his hand.
"You're also an alchemist?" the Alchemy Saint smiled in surprise, not expecting Chen Xia to have a hidden profession.
"More or less, just a hobby, haha," Chen Xia modestly replied, then prepared to start refining medicine.
To help the Alchemy Saint better understand his refining method and point out any shortcomings, Chen Xia deliberately used his learned alchemical knowledge and applied his understanding of medicinal principles.
The Alchemy Saint watched from the side, his brows furrowing repeatedly, feeling something was odd.
Chen Xia's knowledge of medicinal principles was actually correct, and many steps were flawless, but his technique...
The Alchemy Saint didn't know what to say. He had never seen anyone use a spatula to stir-fry pills, especially the sound of the spatula hitting the wok, which made his dao heart tremble every time it rang out.
Damn, this was truly unprecedented.
But he dared not speak directly, after all, Chen Xia was a Four-Way Great Saint who had slain an emperor, a top existence on the frontline, and recently a hero of the left battle line.
He could only steel himself and continue watching Chen Xia refine medicine, with the spatula's clanging growing increasingly loud.
"Do you see any problems?" Chen Xia suddenly stopped and asked him.
"No problems..." the Alchemy Saint nodded slightly, but couldn't help adding,
"It just smells quite fragrant."
"Oh, that's fine, I added some seasonings to make it taste better," Chen Xia replied calmly and continued stir-frying.
This single statement completely crashed the Alchemy Saint's mind, those words echoing in his head.
"I added some seasonings... taste better... seasonings... taste..."
How could this be medicine refinement?!
He really couldn't comprehend it.
Chen Xia suddenly struck the wok, sliding the spatula along its edge, and called out in a deep voice.
"Pill formation!"
Heaven was silent, earth made no sound.
The Alchemy Saint's lips finally curved into a smile, thinking this was more like it - how could a spatula possibly refine... stir-fry pills.
Chen Xia suddenly pressed his palm above the wok, covering it like the sky dome, with lightning crackling and clouds churning in his palm.
"A heaven and earth within the palm, self-generating heavenly thunder?!" The Alchemy Saint raised his eyebrows in surprise.
Chen Xia's pill refinement divine ability was indeed impressive, it was just his technique that was too dramatic.
That's what he still thought.
Chen Xia pressed his palm into the wok, grabbed, and pulled out the medicine pill, then opened his palm to reveal a middle-grade great medicine whose pill fragrance could benefit qi and blood, and whose appearance contained mountains and flowing waters.
The Alchemy Saint's expression froze.
Chen Xia frowned, very dissatisfied.
"Why is it so poor?"
He then asked the Alchemy Saint: "Where do you think I went wrong? What was the problem?"
"None," the Alchemy Saint hurriedly waved his hands, "You had no problems, I'm the one with problems. Please teach me how to refine medicine!"
And so, what started as Chen Xia seeking guidance from the Alchemy Saint turned into Chen Xia teaching the Alchemy Saint.
It was, in essence, a complete conquest.