Kapitel 234: Not Much Need for Emotions on the Road to Immortality
The scene was deathly silent, so quiet that the sound of a pin dropping could be heard.
More than ten cultivators looked at Qin Guan who was kneeling on the ground, their faces full of disbelief, completely stunned.
The sole successor of Triumph Mountain, an existence comparable to a potential emperor, had actually knelt down in public like this?
The crowd's gazes shifted towards Chen Xia, their expressions varied, truly finding it hard to see through him.
Chen Xia remained unperturbed, exhaling lightly.
Earlier, when Qin Guan kicked a stone and disturbed his lake viewing, Chen Xia was preoccupied with thoughts about the big yellow dog and didn't have the heart to deal with him, merely giving him a glance.
But when Qin Guan came back for another provocation—it was as if his feet were itching—Chen Xia became somewhat impatient. His mood wasn't too good to begin with, and he never had the habit of tolerating the weak, leading to the current confrontation.
Qin Guan's face was filled with hatred, but he couldn't get up no matter how hard he tried. His legs felt powerless, as if they were completely broken, unable to sense any spiritual energy flowing through them. Clenching his teeth, he glared fiercely at Chen Xia, the animosity within him surging, and he angrily said,
"You dared to attack me! Triumph Mountain will not let you off! Just wait, Triumph Mountain and my master will personally come to demand an explanation, making you pay double!"
He then turned to look at Zhen Hu, shouting furiously, "Your Starry Sky Alchemy Sect is really something, aren't you arrogant, thinking no one can touch you in the Inner Realm?!"
Zhen Hu crossed his arms, indifferent, and said nonchalantly, "That's exactly what we think. What can you do?"
"A cultivator of the Sea Inversion realm doesn't act like one, really thinking you can challenge the Heaven Mending realm? This is the Inner Realm, not some chaotic outer star regions. If you can't make it, you kneel."
"It's just that there are too many outsider cultivators, bringing outside customs into the Inner Realm. Otherwise, no matter how talented you are, if you can't win, you still have to crawl!"
This was the rule in the Inner Realm.
No matter whether you were an ancient breed, supreme breed, or imperial breed, if your combat power wasn't up to par, you had to behave yourself and not be arrogant outside.
Qin Guan only got beaten now because the atmosphere in the Inner Realm had changed over nearly ten thousand years.
If it were in Zhen Hu's time, a Sea Inversion realm cultivator who dared to be so arrogant would have been beaten until even his mother wouldn't recognize him.
"Fine, fine, fine!" Qin Guan gritted his teeth, the sound of grinding teeth faintly audible, clearly enraged to the extreme.
His legs strained continuously, trying to stand up, but all efforts were futile. Unable to channel spiritual energy, he attempted to use it as a substitute. Just as he was about to rise, his entire spiritual energy suddenly dissipated.
Chen Xia looked at him, asking in confusion, "Who allowed you to stand up? No one spoke up, did they?"
"Right, right," Zhen Hu echoed from the side.
Standing on either side, they chimed in together, looking very much like accomplices.
Qin Guan clenched his teeth, and his mouth opened slightly, releasing a tiny spell silently, aiming toward the sky.
A hand appeared out of place, grabbing the spell, and with a light rub, it vanished.
Chen Xia raised his hand, smiling gently, "Calling for reinforcements?"
Zhen Hu frowned, "In a one-on-one fight, you're still calling for help. How shameless, in such a sorry state, you still call yourself the young generation's leader. Aren't you ashamed?"
Bai Jie nodded beside, "Indeed, I wouldn't dare call myself that."
Qin Guan's face contorted with anger, veins popping out, angrily questioning, "You dare kill me?!"
He didn't believe Zhen Hu had the guts. Triumph Mountain was far stronger than the Starry Sky Alchemy Sect. There were three people like Zhen Hu in Triumph Mountain, including an ancestor at the fifth level of the Heaven Mending realm.
Triumph Mountain had long qualified for ascension to the Upper Realms but chose to stay, being the top dog in the Inner Realm.
Upon hearing Qin Guan's words, Zhen Hu frowned slightly. He indeed didn't dare to go too far. Killing Qin Guan would mean cutting off the next generation of Triumph Mountain, and the old man in seclusion definitely wouldn't let it rest.
However, severely injuring Qin Guan wouldn't be a problem. Given Triumph Mountain's style, they would only ask Qin Guan to take revenge himself later.
But he overlooked someone.
Chen Xia.
Then he saw a figure flash, followed by the violent sound of the ground cracking.
Qin Guan was no longer kneeling but lying down, on a web-like surface, his head firmly stepped on.
Chen Xia stared at him, a hint of ferocity in his eyes, sharp sword qi circulating in his hand, whispering lowly,
"Die here, or give me your soul lamp. You've wasted too much of my time."
A soul lamp, once condensed by a cultivator, serves as a means for the soul to escape and transfer. If a cultivator dies, they lose thirty percent of their cultivation, fortune, and talent, with their divine soul reconstructed within the soul lamp—a powerful escape technique.
But if the soul lamp shatters, the cultivator, though not dead, would be crippled, losing at least eighty percent of their cultivation. A Sea Inversion realm cultivator could instantly fall to the Greater Multiplication realm, with greatly diminished talent and fortune, almost becoming a cripple.
Holding a cultivator's soul lamp was generally a method used for enslavement.
Hearing these words, Qin Guan's hair stood on end, roaring, "Kill me, you dare kill me, and you want my soul lamp, bastard, if you dare, kill me!"
"Fine."
Without hesitation, a voice laced with a hint of ferocity sounded.
A sharp bronze sword shimmered.
Qin Guan felt a pain from his neck, quickly intensifying without stopping.
His pupils were full of disbelief.
The scene was deathly silent.
"Hold on!"
Qin Guan suddenly shouted, while divine light flashed around his neck. Some treasure managed to barely stop the bronze sword, but only for a moment.
The bronze sword stopped because Chen Xia ceased his strike, frowning slightly, the ferocity in his eyes fading.
"I'll give the soul lamp, I'll give!" Qin Guan shouted anxiously, already beginning to condense his soul lamp.
The surrounding cultivators were dumbfounded.
One was fearless, and the other was truly willing to kill.
Fortunately, the fearless one finally showed fear, preventing the worst outcome.
Chen Xia reached out, taking the soul lamp, exhaled a breath, put away the bronze sword, and waved his hand.
"Get lost."
He didn't care about retaliation or Triumph Mountain.
Having the courage to deliver a deadly blow, he naturally had the confidence.
Would ten superior Dao medicines be enough to compensate for Qin Guan's life? If not, what about adding two and a half great medicines?
Even if Triumph Mountain refused, would the entire Inner Realm sects refuse?
As long as someone helped Chen Xia, he would provide superior Dao medicines, even half a great medicine.
This was his confidence.
In the Azure Heaven Sword Sea, he dared to kill Qiong Qi. Would he be troubled by someone like Qin Guan in the Inner Realm?
Wouldn't that mean he was regressing?
Chen Xia touched his cheek, feeling puzzled. Why was his ferocity growing more intense lately? Though he had shown killing intent before, it was never this strong.
It was strange, but he couldn't quite explain it.
Qin Guan and his group of sixteen gradually left, their gazes filled with fear as they looked at Chen Xia, finding such a reckless cultivator truly terrifying.
Completely disregarding the sixteen sects, let alone Triumph Mountain, acting purely on personal whims.
The sixteen sped up, planning to inform their respective sects that the Starry Sky Alchemy Sect had a new Grand Elder.
This was a minor episode.
Chen Xia didn't take it seriously, turning to Zhen Hu to ask about the real matter.
"Do you know which medicines are used for reincarnation cultivation?"
Zhen Hu scratched his head, though curious why Chen Xia wanted such medicines, he didn't ask further, replying,
"If it's for a Heaven Mending realm reincarnation, a Dao-level Soul Continuation Pill would suffice, having a harmonizing effect. But for above Heaven Mending realm, it needs to be upgraded, meaning..."
"Great medicine," Chen Xia finished the sentence.
"Yes," Zhen Hu nodded, "For reincarnation great medicine, currently, I only know of the Great Dao Reincarnation Pill, which can harmonize past and present lives. The formula exists, but the Starry Sky Alchemy Sect lacks materials, so it has never been refined."
Chen Xia nodded and asked again, "Can it be purchased?"
"Probably, but it requires a lot of spirit stones, after all, it's great medicine material," Zhen Hu hesitated.
Chen Xia nodded in response.
"I'll cover the cost of the herbs; you just need to find them. Isn't there a gathering of ten thousand sects coming up? During the alchemy competition, I'll refine this great medicine for the Starry Sky Alchemy Sect as part of the Heaven Mending quota."
Zhen Hu pondered for a moment, finding no issues, and agreed without asking why Chen Xia wanted to refine such a medicine, "Alright."
Thus, the deal was settled.
Chen Xia didn't linger, turning to leave.
Zhen Hu suddenly called out, "If Triumph Mountain comes to trouble you later, just notify the Starry Sky Alchemy Sect. I, Zhen Hu, will not back down!"
Chen Xia didn't turn around, walking briskly in the thin snow, leaving no footprints, unsure if it was due to his light steps or the snow's thickness.
He waved his hand lightly, responding,
"No need."
The misty snow blurred his disappearing silhouette.
This "no need" was like a knife drawing a line.
Zhen Hu stood there, sighing softly. Relationships among cultivators were often mutual exploitation.
Why flatter and please others?
Isn't it to gain some benefits for oneself?
Chen Xia understood this issue clearly, not tying himself closely to the Starry Sky Alchemy Sect, always engaging in mutual transactions.
Like this misty snow.
Falling on the body, seemingly clinging tightly, but soon melting away, boundaries clear.
Chen Xia stood behind his house door, calming his emotions, letting the ferocity in his eyes disappear completely, exhaled deeply, a slight smile on his lips, and pushed open the door.
The big yellow dog was still sleeping, occasionally twitching, snoring softly.
Zhang Daoming was busy sweeping the thin snow, his wine flask occasionally clinking against the broom.
Chen Xia stood at the door, suddenly thinking of Zhen Hu, shaking his head slightly.
He now understood.
The path to immortality didn't require too much emotion.
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