Capítulo 119: Not Ashamed but Proud
Chen Xia was counting on his fingers. It had been four hundred years since he was imprisoned.
If there was no additional punishment later, he would probably be released from prison soon.
Thinking of this, Chen Xia couldn't help but sigh. It seemed like cutting off Qiong Qi's head was just yesterday. The scene was still vivid in his mind.
This was also the main reason why Chen Xia was imprisoned for five hundred years.
Fortunately, Chen Xia had always been a magnanimous person. He wouldn't argue with Qiong Qi and hoped that Qiong Qi would be more careful in his next life.
Now, the sword sea was no longer of much benefit to him. The sea beasts didn't dare to confront him head-on anymore, and the sword intent in the sword waves wasn't of much use either.
In these four hundred years, the ordinary flying swords in his body had absorbed the sword intent and had all been promoted to spiritual swords. However, if the spiritual swords wanted to be promoted to dao swords again, it wouldn't be as simple as just needing sword intent.
They also needed sword hearts.
This was the essential difference between dao swords and spiritual swords.
It was impossible for Chen Xia to give more than two million flying swords a sword heart. At least, it was impossible within these five hundred years.
So, bored out of his mind, Chen Xia could only slack off in the prison. Every day, he propped his head up, played chess, drank tea, and from time to time, he would look at the "Life Art" in his mind, hoping to discover one or two more spells.
His mana was currently at 30, and he had unlocked "Divine Clarity and Insight", which actually just meant that his eyesight was a bit better and he could see through some hidden existences.
And if he wanted to further upgrade his talent, Chen Xia would need to increase his mana value to five hundred. This would be a significant qualitative change.
At that time, Chen Xia would be able to discover one or two more spells from the "Life Art".
However, Chen Xia was a bit hesitant. Currently, his points allocation was a bit too scattered. He had added points to strength, mana, and also fortune.
Chen Xia also noticed one thing. That was, the first few dozen points he added had the greatest impact.
Perhaps it was because it was a change from nothing to something, so the change was the most significant.
The points added later didn't work as well. They had to accumulate slowly, and only after reaching a certain quantity could a quantitative change lead to a qualitative change.
For example, if Chen Xia wanted his strength to reach the Mountain-Moving Realm, he would need to add points until it reached one thousand.
After careful consideration, he planned to save these points first and then add them all to fortune later.
The reason was simple. Because others could also have strength and mana, but fortune was different.
If you didn't have fortune, then you really didn't have it.
Chen Xia let out a breath, changed the hand that was propping his head, and at the same time used sword intent to draw a mark in the prison.
This meant that another year had passed.
There were still ninety-nine years left.
Preparatory disciples, your emperor will be back soon!
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Since the new batch of preparatory disciples entered, the originally deserted area became lively again, with cultivators coming and going constantly.
This batch of preparatory disciples was the largest in history. There were originally eight hundred of them, and then another one hundred entered one after another.
So there were a total of nine hundred, comparable to the number of the previous two batches combined.
However, although there were many of these preparatory disciples, their quality wasn't high. There was only one potential Great Emperor among them, and he was an unknown potential Great Emperor.
Those without fame were usually the bottom ones among potential Great Emperors.
Because without fame, it meant there were no battle achievements, and without battle achievements, there was no strength. It was a simple reasoning.
The rest of the Supreme Seeds and Mythical Seeds didn't have any outstanding individuals either. They were all ordinary.
But even though they were ordinary, they were very confident.
Even the Ancient Seeds among them were complacent, planning to make a big career for themselves. Obviously, they hadn't experienced the harsh treatment of the sect yet.
As for those ordinary Supreme Seeds, they were even prouder, with an air of "standing on top of the mountain and looking down on all the other mountains".
The most prominent one was the man wearing the Purple Cloud Crown. In the third year after he arrived, he asked the minor elder a question.
"Who were the potential Great Emperors in the previous batch? Were they powerful?"
The minor elder frowned and asked him in confusion.
"Why are you asking this? Don't tell me you want to compete with the potential Great Emperors of the previous batch?"
The man wearing the Purple Cloud Crown shook his head and chuckled, "Certainly not now. After all, I've cultivated hundreds or even thousands of years less. But when I become a formal disciple in the future, I will definitely compete with them."
When the man wearing the Purple Cloud Crown said this, his expression and tone were very calm, as if he was talking about something that was taken for granted and completely reasonable.
The minor elder looked up, touched his forehead, and said, "I thought it was raining from the sky. Turns out it's you who left me speechless."
The man wearing the Purple Cloud Crown's face didn't change. He was still calm and cupped his hands, saying, "I'm not speaking empty words or out of impulse. I really have this confidence. I ask the minor elder to enlighten me."
The minor elder crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes. It was the first time he had seen such an overconfident disciple. He had only been here for three years, yet he dared to ask about the potential Great Emperors of the previous batch.
Did he really think he was the second Chen Xia?!
"If the elder answers, I will naturally offer a thank-you gift." As the man wearing the Purple Cloud Crown said this, he took out a white jade box from his sleeve and handed it to the minor elder.
The minor elder pursed his lips, his wrinkles pulled up, and he showed a smile as he replied.
"There were three potential Great Emperors in the previous batch. But you can consider it as two. One is Di Du, and the other is Qiu Li. They are both very good seedlings. You are really far from being able to compete with them if you want to fight them."
"I will work hard." The man wearing the Purple Cloud Crown replied like this. Obviously, he wasn't worried about his talent at all and thought that he just needed to work hard.
"What about the third one?" He asked curiously again.
The minor elder raised his eyebrows, "I didn't mention it, so don't ask. It's not something you should know."
"Okay." The man wearing the Purple Cloud Crown quickly responded. He just thought that this third person must have made a big mistake, so much so that he couldn't even be mentioned.
The minor elder was a bit displeased and felt that this man wearing the Purple Cloud Crown was trying to get him into trouble.
In the Heavenly Sword Sea, it was now default not to mention Chen Xia's bad reputation. One reason was that there was really nothing good to say, and the other was that they were afraid of Chen Xia's revenge.
After all, he was someone who could borrow three hundred thousand spirit stones and buy Qiong Qi's head.
And he hadn't paid back the three hundred thousand spirit stones later.
Looking at it this way, no matter how outrageous things Chen Xia did, it seemed quite reasonable.
Thinking that he might have his head cut off because of talking about Chen Xia, the minor elder couldn't help but glare at the man wearing the Purple Cloud Crown twice.
The man wearing the Purple Cloud Crown frowned in confusion and quickly handed out the white jade box, clasping his fists and saying.
"Thank you, Elder, for clearing up my doubts."
"Alright, alright. Go." The minor elder impatiently waved his hand.
"Disciple has one more thing to discuss." The man wearing the Purple Cloud Crown took out an even bigger white jade box from his sleeve and stopped the minor elder.
The old man nodded and asked first, "What is it?"
The man wearing the Purple Cloud Crown asked, "If I fight Li Yang one-on-one, who has a better chance of winning?"
Li Yang was the only potential Great Emperor in this batch.
"Of course it's the potential Great Emperor." The minor elder replied without hesitation.
"Not necessarily." A mysterious smile appeared on the man's lips, and he grinned, "I'm confident that I can take the first place among the preparatory disciples in this batch. As long as the elder gives me a little support..."
"Stop!" The minor elder directly interrupted, "I don't care what ideas or means you have. As long as you want to be the first among the preparatory disciples this time, I will never cooperate with you."
"Why?" The man wearing the Purple Cloud Crown really didn't understand.
"You'll know later." The minor elder only replied with this sentence and then quickly left, not wanting to communicate more with this unlucky guy.
Want to be the first? You might as well think about having your head cut off!
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Time always slips away without people noticing.
Zhang Daoming's Alchemy Association was about to disband. The four of them were now in a typical situation of spending more than they earned. Everyone was out of money, and they could only stare at each other blankly.
"How long until Chen Xia gets out?" Pi Hu's voice was a bit choked, and he no longer had his previous aloof and stubborn demeanor.
The reason was simple.
He was out of money.
Zhang Daoming sighed, "Soon. There are still fifty years left. Let's just hold on a little longer. By then, even if he doesn't refine pills, the money he pays back will be enough."
"Will he really pay it back?" Pi Hu asked again with a choked voice.
It was okay if he didn't say this. Once he said it, everyone fell silent.
Would he really pay it back?
No one could say for sure.
After all, even if Chen Xia didn't pay it back, what could they do?
For a moment, the four of them were filled with silence. They probably wouldn't be able to sleep well tonight.
Zhang Daoming had originally established the Alchemy Association hoping that Chen Xia would refine dao pills, build a reputation, and thus make his own way in the field of pills.
But he didn't expect that not only were the dao pills not refined, but he was also cheated out of ten thousand spirit stones by Chen Xia.
What a miscalculation.
From this day on, the originally simple and kind-hearted Zhang Daoming decided that he would never lend money to others again.
Even if his father came, he still wouldn't lend it!
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In the four hundred and seventieth year of imprisonment.
Chen Xia finally had a visitor. It was a formal elder who brought a pitch-black ring and handed it to Chen Xia.
"As a punishment by the sect, after you are released from prison, you still have to wear this sin ring. It can restrict your actions and prevent you from killing fellow disciples again."
The elder explained righteously.
Chen Xia frowned, "Is there such a thing?"
The elder nodded, "Imprisoning you for only five hundred years is already very merciful. Wearing this sin ring later is just to restrain your behavior."
"Over the years in the Heavenly Sword Sea, there really haven't been many people who have worn the sin ring. You're really something."
This was what the elder truly thought in his heart.
After all, if Chen Xia wasn't capable, he probably wouldn't have been imprisoned. He would have been cremated along with Qiong Qi directly.
But he killed Qiong Qi and survived himself. That was the greatest ability.
When Chen Xia heard that not many people had worn it, he immediately became excited. So it was a limited edition.
The elder threw the sin ring over, "Just wear it on your foot. Usually, cover it up when you go out. It won't be particularly conspicuous actually."
"This is your punishment. As long as you restrain your behavior properly in the future, the sin ring will naturally be taken back."
After saying that, he flashed away from the sword sea, leaving only the sin ring behind.
Chen Xia picked it up and looked at it. It looked like an ordinary pitch-black ring.
However, thinking that this pitch-black ring could prove that he had cut off Qiong Qi's head, Chen Xia directly put it on his hand and showed it off openly.
He seemed to be proud of it instead of feeling ashamed.
He stood at the prison door, looked at the giant sword lying across the sky, and smiled slightly.
Soon.
There were still thirty years left.
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