Chương 78: Novels More Logical Than Reality
"When you've achieved great success in the alchemy path, you can use pills to make others fight for us."
"This is the alchemy path!"
Chen Xia was quite interested in this alchemy path, so he raised his own doubts.
"Is there a possibility, I mean just a possibility, that a powerful being could use the life of an alchemist as a threat and force the alchemist to refine pills?"
The little old man was stunned for a moment, and then quickly shook his head. "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
Then came some incomprehensible words, something about the "stagnant qi of the alchemy furnace" and "empty pills".
Chen Xia couldn't understand it either. He just thought that if a powerful being forced an alchemist to refine pills, the alchemist would only have two choices: refine or die.
After all, they were still on the weaker side.
The little old man seemed to be unable to get over this hurdle. He was muttering to himself, all about the strategies for alchemists to deal with powerful beings, but none of them were really useful.
You could think of strategies for half a day, but a powerful being only needed one punch.
This was a blatant and insurmountable gap.
However, the little old man was just too stubborn. Otherwise, who would keep obsessing over this?
Chen Xia stretched himself and planned to go back to his cave to practice on his own. Just as he turned around, the little old man stopped him.
"Since you're from the human race, you're interested in alchemy, and we're fated to meet, then I'll teach you a trick. Come here with your alchemy furnace in three months, and I'll teach you how to refine pills!"
Chen Xia was stunned for a moment, and then nodded. "Okay."
It just so happened that he could also see the differences between an orthodox alchemist with a formal education and himself.
There were still some secret manuals in the Heavenly Pavilion, but Chen Xia wasn't interested in reading them, because these secret manuals and cultivation methods weren't powerful, and they weren't cool at all.
They were not as good as his three million sword intents that could directly crush opponents.
The little old man put his hands behind his back. His expression became serious at this moment, and he said rather solemnly.
"My name is Zhang Daoming, and I'm the elder in charge of pills in the sect. In the future, if you have any doubts about alchemy, you can come to me."
Chen Xia hesitated for a moment, but still didn't ask.
Of course, he had doubts in his heart, but this Zhang Daoming probably wouldn't know the answers either.
For example, how to refine Emperor pills. Chen Xia was really curious about this question.
But if he really asked it, it wouldn't be out of curiosity but rather looking for trouble.
Chen Xia thought that it wasn't easy for this little old man to live to such an old age, so he'd better not drive him crazy.
He swayed back to his own cave, ready to practice cultivation and write some Daoist scriptures. And that was the end of the day.
Chen Xia was very self-disciplined every day now. In the morning, he would lie down on time, brew two cups of tea, drink one cup, and then drink the other cup too.
Then he would set up the Chinese chess set and play against himself, though it probably didn't have much effect.
After all, Chen Xia was quite a lousy chess player. When two lousy chess players play against each other, could their chess skills improve?
In the afternoon, Chen Xia would go to the newly built pavilion and sit for a while. However, it might not be appropriate to call it a pavilion now, because it was more like a palace, and a garden had been built outside it.
All one could say was that the Golden Eagle and the other one really had good construction skills. At present, they also cared a lot about Chen Xia's opinions and kept asking.
"Brother, do you think it's okay? If it's not suitable, we'll change it right away!"
"Yes, yes. Please don't hold back. If it's not suitable, we two will change it immediately."
Chen Xia also told the truth. "The construction is okay, but I always feel that it lacks a touch of fantasy. Maybe you can add some exaggerated and creative ideas?"
The Golden Eagle and the other one quickly nodded in response, looking thoughtful, as if they had some ideas.
Now, Chen Xia was the number one person in the preparatory disciples' area. Formal disciples would take a detour when they saw him, and ordinary junior elders would exchange a few pleasantries with Chen Xia when they met him.
This was also because of Chen Xia's extremely high talent and status.
It was estimated that within five hundred years, Chen Xia would be able to get rid of his disciple status and obtain an elder's position.
At that time, his status would naturally be higher than that of these junior elders.
Since it's better to curry favor early, these junior elders were all shrewd people. At present, not only did they exchange pleasantries with Chen Xia frequently, but they also gave gifts to Chen Xia.
Chen Xia didn't accept all of them. He mainly judged by the value. He would only take the expensive ones and reject the inexpensive ones.
This was called following his heart.
Now, less than three hundred years had passed since he first arrived at the Azure Sky Sword Sea, yet he had already become a dominant figure in the preparatory disciples' area. It could be said that he perfectly embodied the four words "gifted and talented".
Chen Xia thought about it carefully. In fact, the process was quite simple. A few people just happened to run into his fists.
And then he made a name for himself all the way.
Simple as that.
He let out a breath. After resting in the pavilion, he would go to the Heavenly Pavilion to read books for a while. He would read any type of books without being picky.
The main purpose was to increase his knowledge and experience.
At night, Chen Xia would observe the changes in the small world. He fixed his perspective on Daoist Master Dao Xuan and Yun Miao, making it easier for him to immerse himself in the story.
He watched this just like reading a novel, and it was extremely interesting.
Even more interesting than novels.
Because novels needed to follow basic logic, but reality didn't.
Now, the plot in the small world had progressed to the point where Yun Miao's junior disciple was having an affair with their master's wife, and then was caught by the youngest junior disciple, who joined them and formed a threesome.
Yun Miao knew about it, but due to various concerns, he didn't expose them. Instead, he resealed the lid of his master's coffin tightly.
He was afraid that his master, under the Nine Springs, couldn't bear it and would come back from the dead to kill his master's wife and the two junior disciples.
If a sect's ethics were in chaos, then the following rules would also be messed up.
Yun Miao was the eldest disciple. After his master's death, he should have inherited the sect and learned the mental cultivation method created by his master.
However, the other two junior disciples had been constantly whispering in his master's wife's ear, which made her somewhat suspicious of Yun Miao and a bit reluctant to pass on this mental cultivation method to him.
When Chen Xia saw this, he felt that Yun Miao's choice was a bit too naive.
He should have joined them and competed fairly, let the best man win!
The sect where Yun Miao was located was called White Floating Mountain. There were a hundred disciples in the mountain gate, but none of them were true disciples.
Only he, the two junior disciples, and a newly recruited junior sister were considered true disciples.
Now, these two junior disciples had rallied the other disciples to ostracize Yun Miao, wanting to directly replace Yun Miao and take the position of the successor of White Floating Mountain.
Yun Miao was really tired. Nowadays, the situation in the world was very bad. There were often powerful demons emerging from the mountainside, and there was constant internal strife in the sect. It could be said to be beset by both internal and external troubles.
Sometimes Yun Miao even wanted to just leave and not care about anything anymore, but he was afraid that his master's painstaking efforts would be ruined by the two junior disciples.
There was also the young junior sister, who was also one of Yun Miao's concerns.
He looked at the statue at the top of the main hall, which had a solemn expression and an imposing posture like a celestial being, and let out a sigh. Then he shouted outside.
"Chan'er, come and pay respects to the Great Celestial Venerable."
The little girl named Xia Chan clumsily climbed over the steps. She was only two or three years old, and she could barely walk steadily. She stood straight in front of the statue, clasped her chubby little hands together, and bowed crookedly in front, looking extremely cute.
The little girl said in a childish voice.
"Pay respects to the Mysterious Yellow... the Mysterious Yellow Supreme, the Three Thousand Great Dao, the Infinite Heaven and Earth... the Supreme Ruler of the Universe... the Great Celestial Venerable who controls life and death, changes the Five Elements, and has divine powers!"
The whole process was bumpy, like reciting an unfamiliar book.
The little girl raised her chubby little face and suddenly caught a glimpse that the statue of the Great Celestial Venerable in front of her seemed to...
Smile at her?
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