The elderly man with white hair instantly transformed into a young man in a blue robe, stunning the cultivators on the city wall.
Emperor Capital, who had been standing guard nearby, raised his eyebrows and saw Chen Xia finally return. His face contorted with excitement, he waved his arms and legs wildly, sticking out his tongue in a frenzied manner, shouting,
"Chen Ge, you're finally awake! Chen Ge, I've missed you so much!"
Chen Xia looked at him expressionlessly and replied,
"It's been thousands of years, and you've evolved into this form now? Are you going for a humanoid horror style?"
"I got too excited just now," Emperor Capital quickly straightened up, toned down his exaggerated style, and grinned at Chen Xia.
The stars outside the city wall flickered with faint light, not bright, casting a shadow on Chen Xia's back, as if he alone blocked all the light.
He gently shook his sleeve and asked curiously,
"Why are you here?"
"I missed you so much, Chen Ge!" Emperor Capital clasped his fists, his voice trembling with sincerity, emphasizing the richness of his tone.
"What about the others?" Chen Xia asked again.
Emperor Capital immediately perked up and quickly replied,
"Qiu Li never returns to the sect, enjoying a carefree life outside. Li Yang and Li Yue have long stopped managing affairs. Jia Bai, Huang Can, and Hu Linye are even lazier, completely useless."
"Only Chi Yu, my second brother, has broken through to become a Second Order Great Saint, holding the fort alone, keeping the Blue Sky Sword Sea safe. Now that I've also become a Great Saint, I wanted to come and help you solve your troubles!"
Chen Xia looked at him calmly, blinked, and asked, "Is it possible, just a possibility, that you coming here is actually my trouble?"
"Haha," Emperor Capital scratched his head, laughing heartily, "Chen Ge, you're really good at joking, always teasing me, haha."
Chen Xia didn't say much more, just told Emperor Capital to follow him closely, not to wander off, and not to do anything outrageous.
Emperor Capital naturally nodded repeatedly, saying yes.
The two of them sat together on the city wall, doing nothing, just sitting there.
"Chen Ge, aren't we going to fight? I heard that at the front line, it's all about fighting," Emperor Capital asked out of boredom.
"It's not time for fighting yet. If you're really bored, let's play a game of chess?" Chen Xia suggested.
"Sure," Emperor Capital nodded; he didn't mind being checkmated.
However, this game of chess didn't involve checkmating; it was just an ordinary game. Chen Xia moved each piece slowly, deep in thought, showing his chess skills without any concealment.
Eventually, with Emperor Capital's understanding and concession, Chen Xia won.
"Phew, barely won," Chen Xia nodded.
"Phew, narrowly lost," Emperor Capital wiped the sweat from his forehead; it was a close one.
As they sat on the city wall playing chess, naturally, they attracted the attention of onlookers. Some cultivators watched the game and secretly belittled Chen Xia and Emperor Capital's chess skills, then stepped forward and shouted,
"Let me play! You two are terrible at chess; it's making my spiritual energy surge, and my mind is about to go haywire."
Emperor Capital frowned and stood up, pointing at the man's nose,
"Who do you think you are to challenge me? Come on, let's see who's the worse player!"
The man was a Great Saint and wasn't afraid of Emperor Capital, immediately retorting,
"Come on, then! I'll show you what it means to lose a winnable game!"
Chen Xia stepped aside, giving the Great Saint room.
The Great Saint looked disdainful, thinking that Emperor Capital was just a loser who lost to a bad player, nothing to be afraid of.
He wasn't very good at chess but knew a little.
Just a little.
So he got completely crushed by Emperor Capital.
Did he understand the significance of skillfully losing to Chen Xia? It was about losing, but losing reasonably. Emperor Capital's chess skills were never low.
The Great Saint looked confused, not understanding what was happening, muttering,
"No... you... him?"
"Get lost! With your three-legged cat chess skills, you're not even worthy to open the game for my Chen Ge!" Emperor Capital waved dismissively.
"I'll try!" Another Saint stepped forward to challenge.
Emperor Capital wasn't afraid; he would just keep defeating them.
Soon, the city wall was surrounded by cultivators, but it wasn't a good thing, as there was a lot of cursing, showing the saints' low quality.
Emperor Capital held his own against ten opponents, even while playing chess and cursing, showing his ease.
Chen Xia stood behind Emperor Capital with his arms crossed, looking like a mastermind, silent.
This farce was finally stopped by a Great Emperor, who scolded,
"Play chess if you want, but stop cursing. The Dark Remnants haven't attacked yet, and you're already fighting among yourselves. It's disgraceful!"
The saints, knowing the speaker was a Great Emperor, stood quietly, heads slightly bowed, not saying a word.
Emperor Capital was still excitedly cursing,
"I'll take your horse, then your queen, and you, wait, I'll take you next game and make you bald."
"You too, don't run, I'll deal with you in the next game!"
"Shut up! How dare you speak such vulgar words on the city wall, the front line! What is the meaning of this!" the Great Emperor shouted angrily, his face stern, filled with killing intent as he scolded Emperor Capital.
Emperor Capital was taken aback, then frowned, tilting his head and asking,
"Who are you, old man?"
The words silenced the crowd; the saints who had been cursing with Emperor Capital now respected him; he really dared to curse.
"Who am I?" The Great Emperor's forehead bulged with veins, his body covered in flowing water, his divine abilities activated, and he shouted angrily,
"I am the one who will subdue you!"
He didn't need Emperor Capital to apologize; he just wanted him to kneel!
The flowing water turned into a divine ability, wrapping around his arm, the Great Emperor's body flashed in front of Emperor Capital, reaching for his head to teach him a lesson.
Ding.
Like the sound of a droplet falling.
Chen Xia gently grabbed the Great Emperor's wrist, cutting off the flow of water, shaking his head and saying,
"He's just a kid, playing around, don't take it to heart. I'll have him apologize, and we'll call it even."
"Apologize? He insulted a Great Emperor; can it be resolved with just an apology? Chen Xia, don't you understand the rules?" the Great Emperor's eyes seemed to burn with anger, roaring furiously.
"Rules?" Chen Xia chuckled, releasing the Great Emperor's hand, the grey-white light condensing into a solid form on his index finger, then pressing forward, reversing all the flowing water, returning the spirit to its body, and softly telling the Great Emperor,
"I'm on the same level as a Great Emperor, and I've killed more Dark Remnants than you. Your rules don't apply to me."
The Great Emperor staggered back, his face dark as he looked at the two.
Chen Xia folded his hands into his sleeves and called out,
"Emperor Capital, apologize."
Emperor Capital stood straight, full of spirit and bearing, shouting at the Great Emperor,
"Old man, sorry!"
The two of them, one in front and one behind, were truly lawless.
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
