The Blue Sky Sword Sea had grown increasingly quiet in recent days.
Qiu Li had become the sole person in charge, constantly busy with one task after another, with no free time at all.
The vast Blue Sky Sword Sea couldn't find any other Saints.
This infuriated Qiu Li to the point of cursing.
"The Eight Saints of Azure Sky, what the hell are they? When something actually happens, not a single one of them can be found. Where the hell did they all go?"
Chi Yu, Emperor Capital, Li Yang, and Li Yue seemed to have run off together, and Qiu Li strongly suspected they had gone to the front lines.
Jia Bai, Huang Can, and Hu Linye, the three slackers, were the only ones he had seen recently, but they were unwilling to do any work, always finding ways to escape, and were utterly unreliable.
Now, Qiu Li was responsible for recruiting disciples, teaching, managing the library, the armory, construction around the Blue Sky Sword Sea, and repairing the Sword Sea itself. He was truly overwhelmed.
The only person he could talk to was the White Emperor at the gate.
Having a Great Saint guard the entrance was probably a luxury unique to the Blue Sky Sword Sea.
The White Emperor's temper had improved significantly. Not only did he greet people proactively, but he also took the initiative to clean up around the entrance.
He was a top-notch watchdog, with a strong sense of self-management.
As Qiu Li was busy, footsteps suddenly echoed in the main hall of the Blue Sky Sword Sea.
Chi Yu and the other three had returned together.
Emperor Capital scratched his head and smiled at Qiu Li, "Oh, didn't expect to see you so soon."
"What a coincidence," Chi Yu replied.
"What are you doing?" Li Yang asked.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm," Li Yue hummed softly.
Qiu Li stared at them in surprise, and after a long pause, he slammed his fist on the table next to him and shouted angrily, "Finally, you're back! Where the hell have you been?"
"Not much," Emperor Capital casually waved his hand and laughed, "Just went to the front lines, casually killed a few Great Saints, nothing major. In the end, I thought the Blue Sky Sword Sea still needed me, so I came back."
"Pretty much," Chi Yu added.
Qiu Li frowned and asked again, "You all went to the front lines?"
"Yes," the four nodded.
Qiu Li's frown deepened as he looked behind them and asked in a low, puzzled voice, "Then where's Chen Xia? Why didn't he come back with you? Is he hiding behind you trying to scare me?"
The four fell silent for a moment.
"Uh..." Emperor Capital chuckled, "Chen Xia said he'll be back later, letting us come back first."
"... " Qiu Li was silent. He had a hunch and lowered his head, exhaling a long breath before raising his head and laughing heartily, "Then I'll wait for him to return."
With Chen Xia.
The Blue Sky Sword Sea had a soul.
Inside a massive cauldron for refining elixirs, there was a violent commotion, as if something was causing a ruckus inside.
"What's going on?" Flowing Water Temple Master asked in confusion.
"Is Chen Xia fighting with the elixir?" Emperor Tianhe also looked puzzled.
The alchemists watched nervously, hearing the words of the two Emperors, feeling a bit disdainful in their hearts, thinking that the Emperors really didn't understand alchemy.
Alchemy was a technical craft, how could it be like fighting?
Would anyone really fight with an elixir?
Haha, that would be quite humorous.
Inside the giant cauldron.
Chen Xia held onto the elixir's essence, which had already taken the form of an elixir. His hands were covered in thunder, striking the essence repeatedly, while he chanted, "You beast, submit already!"
He had been influenced a bit too much by his second brain.
The elixir's essence struggled continuously, absorbing the Emperor's remnants from Chen Xia's sleeves, increasing its grade.
The higher the grade, the more rebellious the elixir became, eventually leading to a fight with Chen Xia.
He had indeed developed a novel method of alchemy.
Simply called the "Beating Method."
Outside, the cauldron had already begun to emit a fragrant aroma, with a hazy elixir form appearing, exuding an Emperor's aura.
"Is it really an Imperial Elixir?!" Flowing Water Temple Master was somewhat shocked.
The alchemists were even more excited, having witnessed the creation of an Imperial Elixir in their lifetime for the first time, which was the most sacred moment for them.
The cauldron erupted again with a loud bang, and the elixir form became even more solid.
However, there was no sign of disturbance in the heavens and earth, everything remained calm.
In the realm.
The dark clouds churned violently, as if they were surging like a tidal wave, with terrifying thunderbolts flickering within, shaking like a seizure.
"Damn, who is Chen Xia fighting with?" Wu Saint asked in confusion.
"It seems like it," Wang Yangzi frowned.
The spectacle was truly frightening.
The giant cauldron kept making strange noises. Inside, Chen Xia had firmly suppressed the elixir's essence, tightly gripping the nascent form of the Imperial Elixir in his hand, with thunder continuously pouring into it.
His hands trembled, and his sleeves fluttered wildly.
The elixir's essence grew thinner, all concentrating on the Imperial Elixir, which began to show patterns, remnants of various Emperors.
This was not just an Imperial Elixir, but an Imperial Elixir that had never been created in history!
It should be named by Chen Xia.
He clenched his fist tightly, his eyes completely blue, with thunder surging through his entire body, condensing the elixir's essence, forming the elixir.
The Emperor's aura reached its peak.
Chen Xia roared.
"Form!"
The dense blue thunder on his body turned completely white for a moment, the white thunder.
Boom!
The giant cauldron exploded, the elixir form scattered, and dust flew everywhere.
Chen Xia stood in the center, his right hand tightly gripping the Imperial Elixir, with white thunder rolling around his sleeves.
The Emperor's aura emanated from his hand, as the Imperial Elixir resisted.
"Don't move," Chen Xia clenched his hand, instantly stopping all the Emperor's aura and suppressing the Imperial Elixir's rebellion.
The white thunder flickered once more.
This was the thunder of a quasi-Emperor level, involving the thunder of creation.
Good night.
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!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
