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　　If other cultivators were seriously cultivating, then Chen Xia was a bit different. He was more like casually cultivating a couple of times while enjoying his retirement life, and what he emphasized was following his heart.

　　For example, now he was sitting in the former site of the pavilion, having set up the chessboard and brewed the tea, planning to wait for the big yellow dog to play a couple of rounds of chess.

　　The pavilion had been demolished.

　　He didn't really care about it for now, but don't let him find out who did it.

　　Otherwise, he would care.

　　The big yellow dog hadn't arrived yet. Chen Xia picked up the brewed tea and took a sip.

　　A preparatory disciple walked past in front of him, holding something in his arms, keeping his head down all the time, not daring to look around randomly, and walking in a hurry as if he was afraid of something.

　　As the old saying goes, the more you're afraid of something, the more likely it is to happen.

　　Suddenly, two figures in green robes flashed out, and one of them kicked the preparatory disciple hard with a flying kick, sending him flying several meters backward, leaving a big footprint on his back.

　　Chen Xia's eyes twitched.

　　What a despicable flying kick.

　　The two figures in green robes showed their faces. They were formal disciples with name tags on their chests. They were looking at the fallen preparatory disciple with a sneer and said.

　　"Why are you looking down with your head bowed? Don't you know to greet your senior brothers when we come out?"

　　The preparatory disciple staggered up from the ground and was about to reply when he was slapped in the face and fell back to the ground again.

　　"Did we let you get up? With your ordinary talent, how dare you stand up and talk to your senior brothers?"

　　The sneers of the two formal disciples continued, and they directly stepped forward and snatched the thing in the preparatory disciple's arms.

　　"Senior brothers will help you check what treasures you're hiding. Oh, it turns out to be such a big bag of spirit stones."

　　"Then senior brothers will take the trouble and split them with you, seven for us and three for you."

　　The preparatory disciple was lying on the ground, grabbing the ground tightly with his hands, and didn't reply.

　　"Why aren't you willing?" The Golden Eagle Mythical Species among the formal disciples directly stepped on the preparatory disciple's head.

　　The preparatory disciple gritted his teeth. His whole head was buried in the ground, covered with damp soil, and still didn't reply.

　　"Haha, you'll be even less willing later. Let senior brother tell you what seven-three split means."

　　The Golden Eagle sneered, pointed at himself, "Seven for us, three for the elders behind, and as for you?"

　　He added some strength to his foot, completely burying the preparatory disciple's head in the soil, and sneered.

　　"You're just a beggar on your knees!"

　　Chen Xia had witnessed the whole process and had also finished drinking the tea in the cup.

　　How should one put it?

　　What stood out was the simplicity of the folk customs.

　　The big yellow dog had also told him about this matter in his free time, saying that the restrictions between regions had been lifted, and formal disciples could enter the area of preparatory disciples.

　　And the formal disciples were extremely domineering, joining forces with the elders to oppress the preparatory disciples. Any preparatory disciple without strength or power would be bullied.

　　And they couldn't resist either. There were several preparatory disciples who resisted and were directly beaten severely. They were still lying in bed, and it seemed that they wouldn't recover from their injuries without decades of rest.

　　The big yellow dog hadn't dared to run around randomly in these years. He just waited outside the bronze door of the sword forest and occasionally went to Elder Lei's medicinal herb field to pick a couple of medicinal herbs to make medicinal soup for Chen Xia.

　　The big yellow dog had specifically told Chen Xia not to provoke these formal disciples and to avoid them when he met them.

　　These formal disciples had stayed in the sect for thousands of years, had deep backgrounds, and had even connected with many elders.

　　If they grew up in the future, they should be able to get an elder's seat in the Azure Sky Sword Sea. There were a lot of things involved, and it couldn't be simply described by the word "oppression".

　　Chen Xia put down the empty teacup, propped his head up, and watched this "simple folk custom" incident.

　　Where there were people, there would be oppression. There was no way around it.

　　He refilled the teacup, stretched himself, and still didn't plan to interfere. After all, helping was a matter of kindness, and not helping was one's duty.

　　Moreover, the identity of the preparatory disciples was cultivators, not the weak. If they had the ability, they would naturally fight back in the future.

　　If they didn't have the ability, it would also be a good thing for them to leave the Azure Sky Sword Sea and go to a place where they could live comfortably.

　　However, these were not the main points.

　　The main thing was that Chen Xia had no kinship or acquaintance with this preparatory disciple, and there was no interaction between them at all, so he had no intention of going to help at all.

　　In addition, Chen Xia didn't hold any position in the sect, nor was he an elder, so naturally, there was no need for him to care about these things.

　　However, if it was Di Du who was being beaten, Chen Xia would definitely go up to watch the fun.

　　Unfortunately, it wasn't.

　　Naturally, Chen Xia didn't have any interest in interfering. He twirled the teacup with one hand, thinking about building another pavilion. This time, he planned to build a multi-purpose pool inside.

　　It could be used for making tea, boiling soup, cooking hot pot, and taking a bath.

　　Wonderful.

　　Chen Xia was thinking like this, while the farce in front of him hadn't stopped yet.

　　Because the two formal disciples had already started to strip the preparatory disciple's clothes.

　　Chen Xia raised his eyebrows.

　　What kind of performance was this?

　　"If you have any good things on you, take them out and let senior brothers have a look. It can be regarded as a gift to show your respect to senior brothers. Only then will it be worthy of senior brothers' waiting here!"

　　The Golden Eagle laughed loudly and snatched the storage magic weapon of the preparatory disciple.

　　"Give it back to me!" The preparatory disciple suddenly roared and unexpectedly jumped up. A bright light burst out from his hands, and he was about to attack the Golden Eagle.

　　A hundred-year-old Ancient Species trying to fight a thousand-year-old Mysterious Species was a bit overconfident.

　　The Golden Eagle sneered, turned his hand over, and his strength at the Mountain-Moving Realm was clearly revealed. Unexpectedly, an image of a golden claw appeared out of thin air and forcibly suppressed the preparatory disciple, crushing him into the soil.

　　The preparatory disciple's eyes were filled with extreme anger. He grabbed the ground tightly with both hands, his veins bulging, and he gritted his teeth and roared.

　　"Give it back to me!"

　　"Things?" The Golden Eagle asked in confusion, "What things? There's nothing here that belongs to you. They all belong to me."

　　A sneer suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth again. "You just wanted to snatch my things, so you were suppressed by me with one hand."

　　The preparatory disciple clenched his teeth tightly, and even blood oozed out. He looked at the Golden Eagle with extremely resentful eyes, and the killing intent in his eyes was not concealed at all.

　　Chen Xia was sitting a thousand meters away, shaking the teacup.

　　He thought that the preparatory disciple should have been more patient, after all, he couldn't beat these two formal disciples.

　　But this kind of thing was hard to say, because there were some things that touched the bottom line and couldn't be tolerated.

　　So someone might lose their life soon.

　　Chen Xia put down the teacup and straightened his body a little to make it easier to exert force later.

　　If it was just a simple "simple folk custom" incident of oppression and robbery, Chen Xia could still watch it. After all, wealth was something outside the body.

　　But if someone was really going to be killed, he couldn't bear to watch it.

　　This was also his bottom line.

　　Since the preparatory disciple dared to show such a resentful expression, he would at least be half-dead today.

　　Chen Xia had many good points, and his only shortcoming was that he was a bit kind-hearted. After nearly a thousand years, it hadn't improved much.

　　However, he didn't really want to change either.

　　The corner of the Golden Eagle's mouth curled up with a cruel smile, and he cursed, "You useless thing, how dare you fight back? Not to mention you, a useless person who just entered the sect. Even the pavilion that had stood in the sect for thousands of years was kicked down by us!"

　　Chen Xia's eyes instantly narrowed, and the sharp sword intent on his body surged.

　　So it was you who fucking demolished my pavilion?!