บท 121: Chen Xia Has Landed
A door opened in the sword sea ten thousand meters below.
Some cultivators who had been paying attention carefully counted the days and calculated that it was this day.
So they deliberately didn't go out.
Nowadays, Chen Xia's reputation had been completely demonized. He was even more terrifying than bloodthirsty demons, and he was clearly portrayed as someone who had done all kinds of evil deeds.
And people could actually list the bad things he had done.
The smaller ones were beating up the potential Great Emperors of the same batch. It was said that he had even given Di Du and Qiu Li psychological trauma.
Nobody knew how big the area of the psychological shadow was.
The bigger ones included that it was said that he had collected protection fees from all the preparatory disciples and minor elders at that time. Whoever didn't pay would be beaten up.
This led to almost every disciple in the preparatory area giving money to Chen Xia.
Good heavens! Others came to cultivate, but Chen Xia came to rob!
And there were even worse crimes. It was said that Chen Xia borrowed three hundred thousand spirit stones from all kinds of people in the Heavenly Sword Sea in the name of borrowing.
It sounded like borrowing, but if anyone dared not to lend, Chen Xia would threaten them with flying swords. And after getting the money, he still left the flying swords beside the creditors.
In the future, if anyone dared to mention the matter of getting the money back, the flying sword would chop off his head with a click.
Tsk tsk.
What overbearing and tyrannical means!
This wasn't the worst thing. The biggest thing that led to Chen Xia being imprisoned for five hundred years was known to the old-timers in the Heavenly Sword Sea.
He cut off Qiong Qi's head.
It was said that Qiong Qi had just provoked him with a few words at that time, and Chen Xia held a grudge. He snatched three hundred thousand spirit stones and bought Qiong Qi's head in the name of forced buying and selling.
This was a nicer way of putting it. There were also less nice ways.
It was like casually killing a precious dog and then paying compensation.
Since Chen Xia joined the sect, it had only been less than four hundred years.
But he had done all kinds of bad things like bullying the weak, illegal fundraising, seizing and coercing, and wanton killing.
He was truly extremely evil.
Thinking that Chen Xia came from a remote area, people couldn't help but sigh that it was true that the most unruly people came from the poorest places.
This was also the reason why the cultivators in the current Heavenly Sword Sea didn't dare to talk about Chen Xia. Qiong Qi was only provoked a few words and then had his head cut off.
They were far inferior to Qiong Qi. If they had their heads cut off because of talking about Chen Xia, that would be really bad luck.
Now this great villain of the Heavenly Sword Sea was being released from prison.
These past two or three days, the old cultivators generally didn't go out. What if Chen Xia took a liking to them and was unhappy with them and wanted to chop off one of their arms?
Five hundred years ago, Chen Xia could kill Qiong Qi who was at the sixth layer of the Overturning Sea Realm.
How powerful would he be five hundred years later?
These old cultivators didn't even dare to think about it. Anyway, those below the sixth layer of the Overturning Sea Realm didn't dare to go out. They just went into seclusion.
Now those who were still wandering outside were mostly preparatory disciples, still discussing the methods of cultivation.
"I have a scripture at home. If you don't mind, you can come to my place for a chat." A slightly chubby preparatory disciple said with a smile.
"Really?" The one talking with him was a tall and thin preparatory disciple. He looked quite young and had a handsome appearance.
The two of them were talking animatedly. It was estimated that they would also "fight" animatedly later.
There were also some preparatory disciples discussing supernatural powers and spells, exchanging their experiences with each other in order to make progress.
Li Yang was standing on a high platform, and below were densely packed preparatory disciples.
These were all the preparatory disciples who supported Li Yang and could be regarded as her camp.
"Entering the Mountain-Moving Realm means taking half a step into the Great Dao. The specific way to enter is to first determine your own Great Dao and then constantly comprehend it. This requires the accumulation of time. Don't rush. You can first slowly comprehend it."
The preparatory disciples below nodded when they heard this explanation, thinking it made sense.
They were all preparatory disciples. There were no elders to explain the path of cultivation, nor did they have the teaching of predecessors' experiences.
The Heavenly Sword Sea had never taught its disciples. According to the words of the first-generation Sect Master.
No Great Emperor had ever been taught by others.
Those who were taught by others could at most become saints and were very likely unable to find their own paths. They were just repeating the experiences of their predecessors.
So these preparatory disciples with not-so-strong talents all came to listen to Li Yang's explanation. After all, Li Yang was one of the few at the Mountain-Moving Realm among the current preparatory disciples.
As for the statement that those who were taught couldn't become Great Emperors and could at most become saints.
They didn't think it was a big deal. Saints were enough. If they could become saints, they would be quite happy instead.
Were saints bad?
The current Heavenly Sword Sea only had one saint, who was also the Sect Master.
So it could be proved that saints were not bad at all and were very good. They were just not as good as Great Emperors.
The place where Li Yang was lecturing was somewhat close to the Heavenly Pavilion, which was on the edge of the preparatory disciple area. This was also a quiet place she had deliberately found.
"How can we find our own paths?" A preparatory disciple asked from below.
Li Yang also patiently replied, "Probably by recalling the process of our own journey and then thinking about the things that had a major impact on us."
"For example, I was born in a remote area of a star region. I fought alone since I was young. At first, my status was low. Fortunately, I had good talent and rose quickly..."
Speaking of this, Li Yang showed another smile at the corner of her mouth, "But it couldn't always be good luck. In the next thirty years, I lost all my talent, was humiliated by the outer elders, and they even sent me a letter of dismissal, wanting to drive me out of the family."
"But they must have never heard of the saying that every thirty years things change."
"In the following thirty years, it was finally my turn to have good luck. I rose even more rapidly than before and was more powerful than anyone in that place. I was a one-in-a-million prodigy!"
"This is my experience. Every time I recall it, I have new insights and can't help but sigh."
When Li Yang said this, her eyes narrowed and her willow-leaf-shaped eyebrows curved slightly, showing a nostalgic expression.
If Chen Xia were here, he would probably ask.
Which version of Xiao Yan are you?
The preparatory disciples below were listening with great interest, as if they had just read a fantasy novel with millions of words. They were still savoring it and couldn't get enough.
Beside them, the petite woman in a white dress was sitting on a bench, propping her head up with her hands, looking at Li Yang with a smile all over her face.
It was indeed like this.
She could testify to it.
At that time, no one in the clan looked up to them. The two little girls huddled together for warmth and almost froze to death on that dark and cold night.
Fortunately, they survived and withstood the oppression of fate.
Because of these experiences, the petite woman didn't like those from noble families at all. The richer they were, the less she liked them.
The discussions among the preparatory disciples below were getting louder and louder, and the atmosphere was getting more and more lively. They took turns asking Li Yang questions one by one.
At a corner of the giant sword that no one noticed.
There was a figure slowly climbing up. He was covered in water stains, his clothes were tattered, and his wet hair was clinging tightly to his head, looking rather down and out.
Chen Xia moved his mouth, spat out some original water from the sword sea, moved again, and spat out a small fish.
Still feeling something was wrong, he smacked his lips twice and finally spat out a wisp of sword intent.
He glanced at the lively crowd with a puzzled look in his eyes.
What party was this?
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