บท 144: Just Say If It's Possible
In the Heavenly Sword Sea, which had existed for several great eras, there had never been such a thing as toll fees for passing by or crossing the bridge.
The problem was that this road didn't belong to you, Chen Xia. On what basis were you collecting money?
For this kind of question, Chen Xia also had his own answer, which was very simple, just three words.
"Never mind."
Since he was sitting here, he was definitely going to collect the money. Don't ask why, just tell him whether you'll pay or not.
The formal disciples just thought that Chen Xia was being completely unreasonable. Wasn't he just using any random excuse to start robbing people?
Chen Xia naturally had his own explanation. He shook his head and explained.
"I've already said it's toll fees for passing by or crossing the bridge. How is this robbing? It's collecting money rightfully."
"I'm a preparatory disciple, and you are formal disciples and elders. Shouldn't you pay me when you come to the preparatory disciple area?"
Goodness! The identity of a preparatory disciple had actually become an advantageous one.
But considering the current situation, Chen Xia's identity as a preparatory disciple did seem to have an advantage.
He hadn't stepped out of the preparatory disciple area, and it wasn't appropriate for the elders to take action. An elder attacking a potential Great Emperor for no reason would be punished.
After all, it was impossible for an elder to say that he was just having a friendly spar with a preparatory disciple, right?
It would only be seen as bullying the weak.
If they won by bullying, it would be okay. Even if they received punishment, at least they would have vented their anger and might even gain some kind of reputation.
But if they lost by bullying, what kind of reputation would they get?
Weak but still loves to fight?
The elders were unwilling to do such thankless things.
After all, elders were also divided into different ranks. The elders who were directly promoted from being potential Great Emperors were definitely the highest rank. There were only a few of them in the entire Heavenly Sword Sea that could be counted on two hands.
Then there were the Fourth Law Elder and others with certain titles in front of their names.
The ones with the lowest status were the formal elders. Most of them were cultivators at the third or fourth level of the Sea-Reversing Realm, with the title of Supreme Seed, which was stronger than ordinary Sea-Reversing Realm cultivators, but only a bit stronger.
As for the Old Fisherman and the Third Elder, they were even a bit higher in status and were considered the core figures in the Heavenly Sword Sea.
The current situation was at a stalemate.
The formal disciples didn't dare to come over, and Chen Xia wouldn't leave. He just stayed at the tip of the sword direction, cooking on the stove.
Two more months passed like this, and most of the formal disciples realized one thing.
They were blocked by Chen Xia at the entrance.
This kind of thing could rank among the top ten most outrageous things since the founding of the Heavenly Sword Sea.
By the way, another one of the top ten outrageous things was also done by Chen Xia.
That was single-handedly killing Qiong Qi at the peak of the Mountain-Moving Realm who was at the sixth level of the Sea-Reversing Realm.
It was like achieving an achievement.
Now the problem faced by the formal disciples was that they couldn't beat Chen Xia and it was also not easy for them to get past him.
But as long as you didn't give up thinking, there were always more solutions than difficulties.
How could Chen Xia alone stop so many formal disciples?
With the help of the elders, they quickly came up with a solution.
Since you want to collect toll fees for passing by or crossing the bridge, then we won't pass by or cross the bridge. We can go from the sky, from the sword sea, or even directly use supernatural powers to teleport there.
How could you, Chen Xia, manage to stop us all?
You could only watch helplessly. This idea was quickly put into action. The formal disciples showed their various supernatural powers and rushed into the preparatory disciple area from different places.
The key was the word "smuggling".
Chen Xia knew about it, but he didn't bother to care. He still sat outside the Heavenly Pavilion, took out the elixir that had been cooked brown on the stove, ate two bites, and wiped his mouth.
There were flowing light figures streaking across the sky one after another.
The sword sea had waves surging rapidly without stopping for a moment.
The formations were flickering, and the figures were illusory.
These were the supernatural powers of the various formal disciples, hurriedly rushing towards the preparatory disciple area, invading it, and starting a blitzkrieg.
The plan was to snatch and run, not staying any longer.
About a quarter of an hour passed.
Chen Xia stood up, extinguished the stove with a wave of his hand, rolled up his sleeves, then turned around. His steps were neither hurried nor slow, but with each step, he would appear thousands of meters away.
He indeed couldn't manage all the formal disciples, but he could catch a few of them.
So it was best not to be caught by him.
Killing the chicken to scare the monkeys. He was now going to catch the "chickens".
Just after Chen Xia left the outer end of the Heavenly Pavilion, several elders followed closely behind, hurrying towards the front.
They were the backup measure. If Chen Xia really dared to use heavy hands, these elders would have a reason to stop him.
A moment later, a loud noise came from the preparatory disciple area, followed by screams.
Chen Xia was holding a head in each hand, carrying two formal disciples like dead dogs, and stepping on two others with his feet. He shook his head slightly and asked.
"You dare to break in with the cultivation level at the peak of the Mountain-Moving Realm. Do you think you're really that awesome or that I'm easy to talk to?"
The several formal disciples lying on the ground were screaming, constantly looking in the direction they came from.
There were still some formal disciples watching around, with no intention of leaving at all.
Seeing this, Chen Xia knew something was definitely wrong. He looked up and ahead.
Three elders were standing in three different directions, looking at him coldly. One of them shouted angrily.
"Chen Xia, a preparatory disciple, why are you disrespecting your superiors? Hurry up and release these senior brothers of yours. Do you want to kill your fellow disciples?!"
"I've already killed some." Chen Xia nodded.
He was really too honest, so much so that the others didn't even know how to respond.
The three elders blushed with anger, were stunned for a while, and then shouted furiously again.
"Stubborn and unrepentant! Having a cruel disciple like you is really a great misfortune and a shame for the Heavenly Sword Sea!"
Chen Xia nodded, quite agreeing.
"I think so too. So can you contact my master and ask him to expel me from the Heavenly Sword Sea immediately? It would be best if it's today. Then I can pack up and leave tonight."
The pupils of the three elders dilated. They gritted their teeth tightly. Their faces were like steamed pork, not only red but also steaming. They pointed at Chen Xia's nose and scolded.
"Shameless! How dare you say such things with a thick face! You've completely lost all moral and ethical standards. You're a scoundrel, a real scoundrel!"
Chen Xia raised his eyebrows, threw away the two formal disciples he was holding, and asked impatiently.
"Just tell me if you can expel me from the sect today?"
"We don't have this right, but we can report it to the Law Elder, or even to the Third Elder, and then to the Sect Master. Then you'll have to leave the Heavenly Sword Sea in disgrace!"
The three elders angrily scolded, their eyebrows already standing on end, and their auras surging.
"You don't have this power but have been talking for so long?!" Chen Xia was a bit unhappy.
He was really let down for nothing.
He lifted his toe, kicked the formal disciple he was stepping on, and with a slight kick, sent him flying like a stream of light towards the three elders.
The three elders didn't care and dodged aside, letting the formal disciple smash into the mountain range and create a big crater.
Chen Xia smiled slightly, tilted his head a little, put his ten fingers together and stretched them outwards, making the creaking sound of bones moving.
He looked straight at the three elders and smiled calmly and confidently.
"I'll beat the pension money out of you."
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