Seventy percent of forty percent is how much?
The answer lies in one's innate strength.
Thus, an avatar of an avatar, can really only be used for show, and in an actual fight, it would probably only be slightly stronger than Emperor Capital and Qiu Li.
Thinking this, Chen Xia couldn't help but sigh, realizing how weak he still was.
It was evident he hadn't considered Emperor Capital's or Qiu Li's thoughts at all, only caring about himself.
For now, Chen Xia decided to continue having his seventy percent strength avatar act externally, since that avatar was the most similar to his true self, whether in power or mastery of arts and techniques.
Going out, nobody would be able to tell the difference.
His true self would slumber in the cave, and he had to hurry to find a way to escape from Blue Sky Sword Sea.
Currently he had many matters, first was Zhang DaoMing's pill concoctors guild matter, which if handled well, would certainly bring him ample profits.
What's more, Chen Xia did genuinely need money to later purchase medicinal ingredients, treasures, and the like.
The second matter was preparing for his disciples - having accepted their gifts and promised to be their leader, he had to handle things properly.
Among his formal disciples, the fifth ranked Qiong Qi, Chen Xia had investigated about - he was at the sixth layer of the Reverse Sea Realm, a descendant of an ancient Great Emperor from a thousand years ago, and was close to taking a seat among the elders.
This information sounded quite intimidating, but ever since starting out, Chen Xia had never actually been cowed.
No matter if you're the Great Emperor's descendant, no matter if you're about to become an elder, if you're only at the sixth layer of the Reverse Sea Realm, then Chen Xia would beat you up.
Those he can't beat, like the Fishing Old Man, he could slowly wear down.
Those he can beat, what's there to wear down? He'd let them experience the cruelty of the world with a few punches.
As for provoking the seniors by beating up their juniors, Chen Xia had also considered it. Given his precious identity as the Great Emperor's life-extending medicine, he wasn't too afraid.
You have your seniors, does it mean he doesn't have his own seniors?
It's hard to say all the seniors of the entire Blue Sky Sword Sea wouldn't side with him.
Chen Xia said the same thing again - provoke him, and do those Great Emperors still want to live!
He tidyed his clothes, picked up the half-finished teacup, and lightly tapped the rim. The tea blurred, as if time flowed in reverse, quickly filling to the brim again.
Chen Xia lightly sipped some, placing the teacup on empty space beside him, wanting to rest against the wall for a bit. Before he could lie down for long, urgent knocking sounds came from outside, along with Zhang DaoMing's anxious yelling.
"Chen Xia, Chen Xia, your two brothers are about to be beaten to death!"
Chen Xia abruptly rose, one step taking him outside the cave. He frowned at Zhang DaoMing, asking:
"What do you mean?"
Zhang DaoMing panted for breath, pointing towards the Heaven Pavilion direction, anxiously said: "That Big Yellow Dog stole medicinal ingredients and was caught being beaten by Qiong Qi. Chi Yu couldn't bear to see it and went to help, so they're both being beaten."
"Qiong Qi is beating with intent to kill, not holding back at all, looks like he wants to beat them to death in the medicinal field."
Chen Xia's brows furrowed, his expression somewhat gloomy. Tapping the ground, his figure instantly vanished.
Medicinal field.
Currently crowded with disciples and elders watching the scene in the center, somewhat unable to bear looking directly.
In the middle was a bird being beaten by a dog, the bird already beaten half-dead, its wings broken, mostly unconscious and seemingly taking more breaths than it let out.
The Big Yellow Dog pleaded nearby for Qiong Qi to stop and let them go.
"Now you know to beg for mercy?" The gold-robed man held up the Big Yellow Dog's blood-drenched head, cruelly laughing.
"Please spare us, we'll never dare again. I won't steal your medicinal ingredients anymore either, I can return them, I can return it all."
"Return?" Qiong Qi's cold brows disdainfully rose, lips slightly upturned.
"What can a worthless half-dead creature like you return to me? You're just a long-lived species who clung on to life for several great eras, seems you've lived enough now, increasingly unafraid of death."
Big Yellow Dog spat out blood, tongue lolling out. He could only repeatedly plead: "Please spare us, spare us..."
"Worthless thing!" Qiong Qi casually flung away the Big Yellow Dog, stomping on its head and crushing the ground underneath, gaze icy cold.
"Earlier you said you're Chen Xia's brother, so how come I don't see Chen Xia coming to save you? Could it be your so-called brotherhood isn't actually that deep?"
Big Yellow Dog didn't answer this question, also no longer pleading. Its dim eyes dazedly looked towards the Bronze Sword Forest gates not far away.
"That makes sense." Qiong Qi nodded, the corners of his mouth upturned arrogantly, muttering to himself:
"Having heard of my reputation, this so-called Chen Xia naturally doesn't dare come out."
"Ah, I got this medicinal field for nothing."
When Qiong Qi said this, Elder Lei beside lowered his head, not daring to meet Qiong Qi's gaze, even less able to look at the miserable Big Yellow Dog.
"I read in books that long-lived species were all originally heaven's pride characters, who in order to cling to life before their downfall, willingly abandoned all their cultivation, talent, and consciousness to become long-lived species that can only live for a long time."
Qiong Qi stomped the Big Yellow Dog's head two more times, mockingly laughing:
"I usually call such creatures worthless things, clinging on without dying, what's the point? They might as well reincarnate early and seek the Great Dao in their next life."
"If you're reluctant, then let me help you."
Qiong Qi smiled, lifting his foot high, glowing with overflowing spirit energy and even flashes of lightning fires.
"Please spare us..." Big Yellow Dog spoke again, tone full of meekness, its head sunk into the ground, blood and mud mixed together.
Qiong Qi's face revealed a smile. "After offending me like this, how can I easily spare you? Got to kill one of you at least. You take a look, who should die?"
Big Yellow Dog laboriously looked at the half-dead Chi Yu, without thinking much, softly said:
"Let me die."
"Rare to see a long-lived species who clings to life now so unafraid of death, how interesting."
Qiong Qi's golden robe shimmered as he stepped on the Big Yellow Dog's head again, the corners of his mouth cruelly grinning.
"But I changed my mind. You'll both have to die."
The power in his foot abruptly intensified, instantly crushing a large area of the ground, even audibly crunching the Big Yellow Dog's skull.
Like a drawn bowstring pulled taut, about to completely snap.
An extremely bloodthirsty smile emerged on Qiong Qi's face, ferocious and cruel intermingled. He couldn't wait to see the scene of blood spurting.
From an extremely far distance, a streak of black and white spread over.
Arriving in a flash.
Everyone's actions slowed, as if time infinitely stretched, even somewhat frozen.
In Qiong Qi's cruel, bloodthirsty eyes was reflected majestic sword radiance.
And a figure in azure clothes, brimming with fury.
Hundred Thousand Flying Swords!
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
