At Chen Xia's strong insistence, Big Yellow Dog reluctantly burned all the women's clothing it had collected. It sat weakly on the ground, its canine head displaying a sense of loss amid the ashes.
"You should find a different hobby. You can't beat them," Chen Xia advised from the side.
Big Yellow Dog remained silent for a while before uttering softly, "My Dao heart is damaged."
Indeed, its inherited Dao heart had been affected.
Chen Xia didn't say much, but simply patted Big Yellow Dog's shoulder, indicating that it was for its own good.
"The waters here are deep, and you can't handle them."
Big Yellow Dog nodded, still feeling sorrowful. These were the fruits of its labor accumulated over thousands of years, and now they were gone in an instant.
Chen Xia squatted down, no longer speaking, and joined Big Yellow Dog in a crouched position. They both looked at the burning ashes before them, lost in deep thoughts.
Among them, there was one thing that puzzled Chen Xia the most.
Whose lace bellyband was it, exactly?
Pretty trendy.
These are the small matters of life, interspersed throughout a person's lifetime, seemingly ordinary but actually indispensable.
And within these small matters, significant events could be intertwined.
For example, the Emperor Capital openly declared a challenge to Qiu Li, aiming to determine who was the most formidable successor to the Great Emperor.
In his words, there was no mention of Chen Xia, only the competition between himself and Qiu Li.
Qiu Li wasn't foolish; he knew he couldn't defeat Emperor Capital in the Mountain Moving Realm, so he didn't accept the challenge. Instead, he retorted, "If you're so powerful, why don't you go fight Chen Xia?"
Emperor Capital's response was sharp, "I've already fought him. Although I lost to Senior Chen, since Senior Chen has already fought the Sword Attendant, that makes me equivalent to the Sword Attendant."
"Rounding up, it means I'm equivalent to the Reversed Sea Realm. Right now, I'm going to knock down your flashy reputation."
"With your mere Greater Vessel Realm, do you really think you deserve to be called a Great Emperor Seedling alongside me and Senior Chen?"
He was quite skilled at rounding up.
For a moment, Qiu Li didn't even have a response. But he also didn't accept Emperor Capital's challenge. After all, he wasn't foolish either; he knew he couldn't defeat Emperor Capital in the Greater Vessel Realm.
So he pretended to be deaf and mute, not replying as if he hadn't heard anything.
This spurred Emperor Capital on. Every time he emerged from seclusion, he would challenge Qiu Li, experiencing the feeling of invincibility in the mortal realm.
It was beneficial to his Dao heart, which was quite good.
Once a person gains enlightenment, their thinking broadens, and their mindset improves.
Chen Xia didn't have much of an opinion on this matter; he simply felt that Emperor Capital was growing up, and there was a faint trace of his shadow in him.
This event was a significant occurrence in the Blue Sky Sword Sea in recent years. Although it lacked practical significance, it was quite interesting.
The real important matter, however, was that the regional barriers in the Blue Sky Sword Sea were no longer present. This meant that preparatory disciples could now go to the formal disciples' training grounds.
As soon as this news spread, groups of Ancient Race preparatory disciples eagerly crossed the Heavenly Pavilion and headed for the front section of the Sword Tip, where the formal disciples resided.
However, they didn't stay there for long, perhaps only half a day. Soon, they were all thrown back, each person bearing varying degrees of injuries.
The minor injuries consisted of palm and fist marks, imprinted on the faces of the Ancient Race disciples, filled with a sense of humiliation.
The heavily injured disciples were carried out, barely clinging to life, and they still haven't fully recovered.
According to the disciples who went inside, those who suffered minor injuries were the ones begging for mercy on their knees, so they would be slapped a few times or kicked randomly.
The heavily injured ones were the ones who dared to resist, and naturally, they were beaten into such a state.
Even the elders in the sect didn't care, and they even told these beaten preparatory disciples to keep their mouths shut.
"You disturbed the formal disciples' cultivation on your own accord. How dare you blame the formal disciples for hitting you?"
"If your skills are inferior, don't complain when you get hit. Just accept it!"
These were the words spoken by the elders themselves.
As for the ancient races, they were indeed powerless and lacked influence. Whether they could pass the entrance test was even a question.
In the Blue Sky Sword Sea, out of the five hundred preparatory disciples, only thirty were accepted.
Among them, Miao Zi, the Great Emperor's seedling, was definitely stable. Even if he became a formal disciple, he would have a significant position and might even be courted by the elders.
Below him, the Supreme Race and the Mysterious Race would also occupy some positions.
These ancient races, who were considered geniuses in the outside world, were nothing special in the Blue Sky Sword Sea.
After all, it was the supreme sect that had produced five Great Emperors.
When these ancient races were beaten, they could only swallow their grievances.
Without strength, anything you say sounds like a joke, and not the funny kind.
After the lifting of the regional restrictions, formal disciples often came to the preparatory disciples' residences to wander around and experience a sense of superiority from being high above.
Formal disciples were at least characters from over two hundred years ago, most of them having reached the Mountain Moving Realm, and a few prodigies had even reached the Sea Inverting Realm.
For example, the previous generation's Great Emperor Seedling.
On the other hand, the preparatory disciples were only at the Great Accomplishment Realm, and there were quite a few in the Nascent Soul Realm.
This resulted in the preparatory disciples not daring to speak loudly in front of the formal disciples.
Moreover, these formal disciples traveled in groups and seemed to enjoy teasing the preparatory disciples. Things like extorting spiritual stones or beating and humiliating them were common occurrences.
The elders had no intention of intervening, thinking that the world was just like this. If you didn't want to be insulted or toyed with, then you should work hard to improve your strength.
Among the entire group of preparatory disciples, only three Great Emperor Seedlings hadn't been insulted.
Because the Great Emperor Seedlings were indeed different and stood out among the cultivators, with their greatest difference being the addition of the words "Great Emperor."
You never know if they will become Great Emperors in the future.
If they do, and you dare to insult them now, they will directly tear through the river of time and kill you in every lifetime.
They don't even have to wait for the future. Once the Great Emperor Seedlings achieve the quasi-saint realm, they can start killing recklessly.
And with the talent of the Great Emperor Seedlings, achieving the quasi-saint realm is not difficult.
This is a visible lower limit of talent, so few people would dare to offend a Great Emperor Seedling unless they truly harbored murderous intent.
However, being not insulted is the only privilege the Great Emperor Seedlings have; they don't have any real authority.
After all, among the group of formal disciples who stick together, there is also a Great Emperor Seedling.
And he is the Qiong Qi, the Great Emperor Seedling from 1,200 years ago, who has now reached the Sea Inverting Realm and ranks fifth among the formal disciples.
With his high cultivation realm and even higher name—Qiong Qi, on par with the heavenly dome, overlooking all living beings—he has become the leader of the formal disciples and suppresses the preparatory disciples to the point where they can't catch their breath.
From his vantage point on the city walls of the Emperor Capital, Chen Xia felt that he couldn't win the battle, so he decided not to engage. If it were the Qiong Qi realm, he would have been able to suppress it effortlessly, but the Banyan realm was beyond his capabilities.
Qiu Li remained silent. His divine eyes and his externally attached immortal body possessed tremendous power, but his cultivation speed was not fast enough. It was absurd to think that he, at the Great Accomplishment realm, could defeat the Banyan realm. It was impossible.
The two most talented seedlings of the Great Emperors feigned indifference and did not share their opinions.
Only one remained, who had been in seclusion for over a decade. Today, he finally decided to carry a chessboard and a teapot, planning to sit in the pavilion for a while.
But when he arrived, he made a discovery.
The pavilion had been demolished.
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S: Oh no, I've gotten used to updating daily. No, I have to change it. From now on, I'll update less frequently. Little Sour will be-.
Referring to height.