Capítulo 109: A New Layout
Qiong Qi's head was cut off.
At first, when the cultivators heard this news, they all thought it was a joke that wasn't funny at all.
As a potential Great Emperor ranked fifth among the formal disciples, who would dare to cut off Qiong Qi's head?
This was what they all thought.
Until they saw Qiong Qi's head in the coffin, a head the size of a ball.
At this point, no one could laugh anymore. With just a little inquiry, they knew who had cut off Qiong Qi's head.
Chen Xia.
Sure enough, it was him!
People weren't too surprised at that moment. After all, the enmity between Chen Xia and Qiong Qi had been formed half a year ago. It was just that the Third Elder had stopped them last time, and the fight didn't continue. Otherwise, it would have ended with one dead and the other injured.
This time, it was said that Chen Xia used a special method and cut off Qiong Qi's head in an instant, leaving several elders who were watching without even having time to react.
This sounded even more terrifying.
Several elders couldn't keep an eye on Chen Xia and allowed Chen Xia to cut off Qiong Qi's head in front of everyone, turning a competition into a funeral.
It was hard to say whether Chen Xia was too fierce or the elders were useless.
Maybe it was a bit of both.
After that, Chen Xia was also arrested by the Law Hall. Some cultivators who had a close relationship with Qiong Qi demanded that Chen Xia be executed, such as the Third Elder.
However, the vast majority of people disagreed with the death penalty and even signed a joint petition to defend Chen Xia. And the excuses... or rather, the reasons they gave were even more novel.
They said that Chen Xia's hand slipped and accidentally cut off Qiong Qi's head, and they had witnessed it themselves.
These people who defended Chen Xia all had one thing in common, that is, they had more or less lent some money to Chen Xia.
If Chen Xia really died, who would they ask for the money back from?
As for the three hundred thousand spirit stones that Chen Xia had used to buy the white rattan grass, they were regarded as compensation for Qiong Qi's life and were paid to Qiong Qi's powerful family behind him.
Otherwise, if the powerful family behind him came to question the sect, the Heavenly Sword Sea would also be in great trouble.
On the day of Qiong Qi's burial, as a punishment, the Law Hall also brought Chen Xia to the scene and asked him to repent sincerely.
There were tens of thousands of onlooking cultivators at the scene.
Chen Xia was bound by hundreds of formations, standing in front of Qiong Qi's coffin. With a solemn expression, he asked earnestly.
"If I apologize, will you feel better?"
Of course, there was no reply.
The Third Elder beside him was so angry that he wanted to curse. He didn't know which bastard had come up with this idea, asking the murderer to apologize to the dead.
When you die yourself, do you also have to invite the murderer?
After this farce ended, it was time for Chen Xia to be sent down to the Sword Sea and imprisoned for five hundred years.
It was said that he was going to the middle of the Sword Sea, ten thousand meters deep, and be imprisoned in the sea prison, constantly being torn apart by sword intent.
On the day when Chen Xia was sent down.
Di Du and Qiu Li were the happiest. It was genuine laughter.
With Chen Xia gone, the big mountain that had been pressing on their heads disappeared.
They became the bosses among the preparatory disciples again and returned to a situation of competing with each other.
That's right. This was in line with the fights among the preparatory disciples. Chen Xia was way beyond them. He wasn't a preparatory disciple at all.
How could a preparatory disciple cut off the head of a formal disciple?
And the other party was a potential Great Emperor.
Goodness, it was really scary.
Di Du and Qiu Li were both a bit lucky. Fortunately, they had a good attitude before and admitted their mistakes quickly, and didn't anger Chen Xia. Otherwise, it might have been them whose heads were cut off.
They were much easier to kill than Qiong Qi.
This was when Chen Xia had just been imprisoned.
Although Di Du and Qiu Li returned to their peak positions, they were still a bit restrained and not very showy. Their expansion of power was slow.
In the fifth year of Chen Xia's imprisonment.
Qiu Li had already recruited half of the preparatory disciples and had also gained the support of quite a few junior elders. He already had the momentum to suppress Di Du.
Di Du was not to be outdone either. He joined forces with the formal disciples and began to fight back.
Without Chen Xia pressing on their heads, these two potential Great Emperors completely let themselves go. In just ten years, they fought all the battles that hadn't been fought in the previous two hundred years.
The area of the preparatory disciples was in chaos, like a pot of porridge. No preparatory disciple could calm down to cultivate. Even if you didn't want to fight, someone would come to fight you.
In a chaotic world, how could one stay out of trouble?
This made the elders who held high positions and great power in the sect very angry. They came to the area of the preparatory disciples in person, pointed at the heads of Di Du and Qiu Li, the two potential Great Emperors, and cursed.
"Now you know how to fight, and you're good at fighting. Why didn't I see you two being so awesome when Chen Xia was around?!"
"I couldn't win." Di Du frowned and told the truth.
"Indeed." Qiu Li added.
"So you only dare to fight those you can beat. Don't you have the ambition to challenge the stronger ones and the will to never admit defeat?"
The elder asked again, shouting angrily.
"I don't have it, but others do." Di Du shook his head.
"Who?" The elder frowned.
"Qiong Qi. The grass on his grave must be three zhang high by now, right?" Di Du replied.
"And it's not that we didn't dare to fight. The gap between us was just too big." Qiu Li explained.
For a moment, the elder didn't know how to reply. Thinking that these two were sharp-tongued, he got a bit angry. With a wave of his sleeve robe, he said angrily.
"If you don't dare to fight just because of this, I'm really disappointed in you two potential Great Emperors. So what if the opponent is one zhang, two zhang, or even ten million zhang stronger?!"
"We cultivators should have a firm Dao heart that doesn't fear difficulties and dares to strike at the stronger ones!"
Suddenly, Di Du asked a soul-searching question.
"According to what you said, if we attack you, our Dao hearts should be unshakable, right?"
Qiu Li also looked at the elder, waiting for a reply.
Don't just give us any chicken soup for the soul. New-age cultivators don't buy it.
The elder frowned, feeling that the disciples nowadays were really hard to coax. He really didn't know what to say. With a wave of his sleeve robe, he said impatiently.
"Anyway, stop fighting. All of you should cultivate well. Now that Chen Xia has gone to the Sword Sea prison, the cultivation environment for you is much better than his."
"You two can just take this opportunity to use these five hundred years to surpass him. Don't waste this chance. If Chen Xia comes back from the Sword Sea in the future and you two still can't beat him, then it'll be a laughingstock!"
This sentence had a bit of an effect. It made Di Du and Qiu Li suddenly remember one thing.
Chen Xia was a disciple of the same batch as them!
In other words, they were actually in a competitive relationship.
Hiss!
Before, they had been beaten so badly by Chen Xia that they had forgotten about this matter and had regarded Chen Xia as a senior for a while.
And now, they had the opportunity to surpass Chen Xia right in front of them.
They were potential Great Emperors. Although they had been beaten by Chen Xia before and had doubted their lives, they still had their pride. Now that they had an opportunity, they would firmly seize it!
So the internal chaos in the area of the preparatory disciples quickly ended. All the disciples concentrated on cultivation and didn't care about worldly affairs.
Among them, Di Du and Qiu Li were the most diligent. They would go into seclusion for dozens of years at a time, crazily operate their cultivation methods, and continuously improve their realms.
The entire area of the preparatory disciples began to enter an era of intense internal competition.
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