Two months had passed since the incident in Sword Forest. The events continued to ferment and spread, even shocking some closed-door cultivators.
Thus, all the cultivators in Blue Sky Sword Sea came to know of the freak in the sect.
A freak who had swallowed three million flying swords.
After that, the Foundation Establishment cultivators no longer had the matter of taking swords, because Chen Xia had eaten up all the flying swords.
If you wanted to take a sword, fine. You go find Chen Xia yourself and ask him to spit one out for you.
As for whether Chen Xia was willing to spit it out, that was up to you.
And so, as expected, Chen Xia became the number one among the outer disciples, his fame alone exceeding that of all the other outer disciples combined.
You could say he stood out from the rest.
Naturally, the other outer disciples had nothing to say. Not even a hint of jealousy arose in their hearts. Most of them just admired him.
There was no helping it. Swallowing three million flying swords whole was just too fantastical. So fantastical that even in their dreams they couldn't dream it up.
So there was no way for them to be jealous at all.
After this happened, Emperor Capital was still lying in bed recuperating his fragile Dao Heart. Upon hearing of this matter, he lay silently for three days and three nights.
Then, as if possessed, he began repeatedly murmuring:
"Since Chen was born, why be born Xia?"
From today onwards, Emperor Capital's Dao Heart recovered by more than half, because he had seen through completely.
He felt that he couldn't treat Chen Xia as a peer any longer.
After all, which peer could swallow three million flying swords whole, annihilate a Golden Core sword attendant, and destroy an entire Sword Forest?
So he decided to treat Chen Xia as a senior from now on.
This way, it became reasonable all at once.
Losing to Chen Xia in their contest could be counted as losing to a senior.
Was it shameful?
Not so shameful either.
It was very normal for a junior to be inferior to a senior.
Thinking this way, Emperor Capital instantly gained enlightenment. His fragile Dao Heart recovered tremendously, to the point where he could even get out of bed and walk around a little.
He couldn't help but sigh.
This was the transformation of mental state! Previously he had regarded Chen Xia as a rival, and after being utterly defeated by Chen Xia, he had naturally become depressed and frustrated, his Dao Heart on the verge of collapse.
Now he saw that the gap between himself and Chen Xia was far too great, so great that they simply couldn't be considered existences of the same generation.
And in that instant, he understood!
If someone insisted on saying that Emperor Capital was afraid of losing face...
Then Emperor Capital could also reasonably say:
Let Qiu Li go compare with Chen Xia, do you see Qiu Li being able to compare? He can't compare, Qiu Li doesn't have that ability.
If they really competed, Qiu Li couldn't even beat Emperor Capital.
So the outcome would be very obvious!
Among the three Great Emperor scions, Emperor Capital was fine, Qiu Li was also fine, both were in line with common sense.
Now an unreasonable Chen Xia had appeared.
So could you blame Emperor Capital?
Certainly you couldn't!
After thinking it through this way, Emperor Capital recovered tremendously. He decided to completely remove Chen Xia from the ranks of his rivals, and instead focus on studying Qiu Li.
At this time, Emperor Capital had also found his own path.
As long as he kept challenging those he could beat, then he would be invincible.
The rain of the sixth month.
It came a bit later than the fifth month, and a bit earlier than the seventh month.
Chen Xia sat in a pavilion, his complexion somewhat pale from deficient qi and blood.
He had been in this state for three months now.
The three hundred million swords' qi churning within him was somewhat difficult to suppress, and required the circulation of vast qi and blood to keep it in check.
This resulted in Chen Xia becoming a bit anemic.
Fortunately it wasn't a big deal, just occasional discomfort, and a slight unsteadiness when walking about.
In any case it wouldn't kill him, so Chen Xia didn't pay it much mind. His body was currently undergoing an enormous transformation.
His spirit sea was being ceaselessly filled by the three hundred million swords' meanings, gradually transforming.
If it truly became completely filled, then his spirit sea ought to transform into a sea of swords.
And once he broke through to the Golden Core Realm, what would cascade wouldn't be his spirit sea, but rather the sea of swords within his body.
Chen Xia didn't know whether this was good or bad. After all, it wasn't recorded in the books, so he could only take it one step at a time.
But given his astounding luck value, it should be a good thing. Otherwise, he'd have to take off the title of Child of Heaven's Will.
Apart from this, Chen Xia also discovered something very interesting.
He could see events from when he was in Small World, as if his divine sense had formed some connection with Small World's will.
Or perhaps he himself was Small World's will.
Presently, Small World had undergone tremendous changes. If it continued down the previous path, then spiritual energy would grow increasingly scarce, the wandering swordsmen would be unable to embark on the transcendent path, technology would become increasingly advanced...
But ever since Chen Xia had hammered that huge hand, torrents of spiritual energy had rained down, triggering a revival of spiritual energy in Small World.
The wandering swordsmen took this opportunity to rise up. Those most talented among them even embarked on their own path of Foundation Establishment, establishing their own sects -- you could call them Immortal Sects.
Chen Xia had spent two hundred years in Great Heaven.
Within Small World, Golden Core cultivators had already appeared, and not just one -- it was a state of three great powers holding each other in check, lording over the mundane dynasties.
The mortal world also vigorously promoted cultivation methods, in order to screen and select suitable cultivator seedlings.
With more cultivators, and because of the process of absorbing and expelling spiritual energy to transform their qi seas, the spiritual energy in heaven and earth increased as well.
And Chen Xia was this heaven and earth.
So all the spiritual energy was feeding back into Chen Xia, supplying a single person with the spiritual energy of an entire small world to cultivate.
This spiritual energy poured ceaselessly into his body night and day, secretly raising Chen Xia's cultivation speed. Together with the Turtle Breathing Art, it was probably twice as fast as an ordinary cultivator's speed.
This was already quite terrifying.
An ordinary cultivator would need a thousand years to reach the Foundation Establishment Realm. Chen Xia only needed five hundred.
Of course, in fact he had only used three years, but that was advancing from the Golden Core Realm to Foundation Establishment, taking some shortcuts.
So it could be considered about a hundred times faster than an ordinary cultivator.
Not too exaggerated either.
Apart from spiritual energy, Small World would also supply Chen Xia with the power of faith, allowing his true dragon qi to continue increasing.
It was just that the increase was very slow. At the current rate...
Only the monkeys knew when it would level up.
Fortunately Chen Xia wasn't in a terrible rush. Old Man Fishing for the Sun wouldn't make a move against him so quickly either. Judging by Old Man Fishing for the Sun's Transcendent standards...
Chen Xia was still very safe for now. Moreover, he was assured in his heart that the lower his cultivation base, the safer he would be.
This was what was called the pig who doesn't fatten up lives the longest.
But if he really lived a long time, then he wouldn't be a pig anymore, much less a tiger.
He would be a battlecruiser.
It had to be mentioned, he had a very deep obsession with battlecruisers.
The immortal sects in Small World would enshrine statues of Chen Xia, positioned above everything else in their main halls, even above their patriarchs.
These statues were mostly carved from precious woods and embedded with jade to complement them, crafted with exquisite workmanship.
The statues were great in every aspect, except for not resembling Chen Xia at all.
The words the immortal sect leaders used to pray to Chen Xia were also quite ridiculous. First they would clasp their hands together, bow deeply, and state their names and titles.
"White Cloud Sect's 3rd Sect Leader, Yun Miao, styled Daoxuan True Person."
Then they would recite Chen Xia's title:
"I bow down to the Mysterious and Profound Supreme Three Thousand Great Dao Heaven Earth Infinite Universe Most High Master of Life and Death Changes Five Elements Mystic Powers Great Celestial Venerable!"
It's a holiday tomorrow, so there will be extra chapters tomorrow.
It's time again for my third favorite anti-joke.
"It's very normal to die the first time taking this medicine, after that you won't die from it anymore."
Good night.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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.
