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　　"What kind of technique is this?"

　　After a long while, Zhang Daoming asked Chen Xia in a low voice.

　　He really couldn't understand it.

　　Chen Xia put away the half pill on the spatula and replied, "Tossing the pan and stir-frying vigorously."

　　"But..." Zhang Daoming's expression was one of disbelief, and the corners of his mouth twitched. "But aren't these cooking techniques? How can they be used to form pills?!"

　　The other three people also couldn't understand it at all. At this moment, they were already scratching their heads and ears in frustration. It was estimated that if Chen Xia didn't explain it clearly, they wouldn't want to touch the alchemy path again in their lives.

　　After spending most of their lives painstakingly studying the alchemy path, they were surpassed by a cook. No one could accept this.

　　"Good luck." Chen Xia shrugged and told the truth.

　　"Can good luck alone form pills and refine pills like this? Is this still considered the alchemy path?"

　　Zhang Daoming's brows were already furrowed so tightly that they were almost intertwined.

　　Since ancient times, when refining pills, sometimes a little bit of luck was indeed needed. There was nothing much to say about that. After all, luck was also part of one's strength.

　　But Chen Xia's strength was all based on luck.

　　You might as well just stand here and let the medicinal materials refine themselves.

　　Maybe Zhang Daoming could accept that a little more.

　　Didn't conform to the alchemy path?

　　Chen Xia also frowned, waved his hand, and asked rhetorically.

　　"Is the alchemy path such an inconvenient thing?"

　　With this, Zhang Daoming and the other three were left speechless because the four of them didn't really understand the alchemy path that well either. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been unable to condense even a single Dao pill.

　　As long as pills could be formed, then whatever Chen Xia said was right.

　　The four of them were speechless and could only look at Chen Xia blankly. For the first time in their hearts, they began to doubt themselves.

　　Could this really be considered the alchemy path?

　　They really couldn't understand it and couldn't possibly understand it.

　　After all, the art of refining pills with luck was still too advanced for them. The shock it brought was like using anti-aircraft guns to attack primitive people.

　　It was just crushing.

　　News spread quickly in the Azure Sky Sword Sea.

　　The news of Chen Xia's alchemy spread throughout half of the sect in just two days.

　　Outstanding talent, a Great Emperor's prodigy, a genius in the alchemy path.

　　These titles were all attached to him, clearly separating him from the other preparatory disciples.

　　He was simply not on the same level as them.

　　Di Du thought about it for a long time in his cave after hearing these news. On a sunny morning, he took a glazed jade box and planned to give it to Chen Xia as a gift.

　　"Heroes cherish heroes. Let's turn enmity into friendship and build a deep bond."

　　Chen Xia accepted the gift and said that there were too many people lately and asked Di Du to go back and wait for news.

　　Di Du then said goodbye and turned around to leave.

　　A few days later, Qiu Li also came to visit with a box in hand.

　　Now in the preparatory disciples' area, who would dare not pay respects to Chen Xia?

　　Even the junior elders had to give gifts to Chen Xia, longing for Chen Xia's attention.

　　A Great Emperor's prodigy who could refine Dao pills, anyone with a bit of sense could tell that Chen Xia's future was boundless.

　　These junior elders couldn't afford to offend Chen Xia now, let alone in the future.

　　However, once there were more people, things became more complicated.

　　Some people found it not easy to directly curry favor with Chen Xia, so they turned to curry favor with the big yellow dog instead, hoping that the big yellow dog could say a few good words for them in front of Chen Xia.

　　The big yellow dog naturally wouldn't refuse anyone who came. It accepted all the gifts and said to Chen Xia.

　　"Mysterious Species Shan Chong is good. He's smart, full of tricks, powerful in martial arts, and two-faced. He can cross the river on a reed and act without hesitation. He can be in a desperate situation and is colorful. He's restless and finally returns to the original state, perfect in every way."

　　"Ancient Species Bai Hua is also okay. He has a big head."

　　Chen Xia looked at it with his eyes and asked again, "Is Bai Hua also very stingy?"

　　The big yellow dog was a bit surprised. "How did you know? Bai Hua isn't poor, but he gave such a small gift."

　　It was all about telling the truth.

　　Chen Xia leaned against the wall and didn't dwell on this topic. It was okay for the big yellow dog to accept gifts. After all, they were sworn brothers, and he didn't care about these things.

　　The big yellow dog's eyes lingered on the white jade futon, with an expectant look on its face. It also wanted to buy a white jade futon to use as its doghouse.

　　Thinking of this, the big yellow dog shook its head, feeling that it should work harder. Immediately, it got up and was about to go out to receive more gifts.

　　The noisy dog left.

　　The cave naturally became quiet.

　　Chen Xia let out a breath, his figure in the shadows against the wall. His spiritual consciousness withdrew inward, and he went to observe the changes in the small world again.

　　Two years had passed.

　　Yun Miao was severely ostracized by his master's wife and two junior disciples and had lost his position in the sect. He was imprisoned in the back room, right next to his master's coffin.

　　Junior sister Xia Chan often came to bring him food. At less than five years old, she walked unsteadily, carrying the food with difficulty to the door of the back room, then put down the food and gently knocked on the door with her small hands.

　　Whenever this gentle knocking sound rang out, Yun Miao knew that it was his junior sister coming, and he would smile and quickly go to open the door.

　　"Brother, it's time to eat." Xia Chan said in an endearing manner.

　　Yun Miao smiled all over his face and kept saying, "Okay, okay, okay."

　　Although he was imprisoned here on false charges, it would be an easy thing for Yun Miao to leave if he wanted to.

　　It was just that he was unwilling to let the sect painstakingly built by his master be destroyed by the three of them, so he stayed here for a long time.

　　"Quiet the breath, calm the qi, still the heart, do nothing, have no cause, have no thoughts."

　　Yun Miao recited softly.

　　Xia Chan couldn't understand and asked curiously, "What are you reciting, brother?"

　　"It's just a Heart-Calming Mantra. It's nothing." Yun Miao replied with a smile and then asked, "Did you pay respects to the Great Celestial Venerable today?"

　　"Yes, I did." Xia Chan replied cutely, her chubby little face looking extremely lovely. "Chan'er pays respects to the Great Celestial Venerable every day."

　　"Good, that's good. The Great Celestial Venerable is the benefactor of the world. As cultivators, we must be grateful in our hearts and pay respects every day."

　　Yun Miao replied with a smile, took a bite of the food, put down his chopsticks, and said again.

　　"When you pass by the main hall later, pay respects to the Great Celestial Venerable again."

　　Xia Chan frowned. "But isn't it enough to pay respects just once a day?"

　　"Pay respects a few more times, and the Great Celestial Venerable will surely like little Chan'er more." Yun Miao smiled.

　　"Okay, Chan'er will definitely make the Great Celestial Venerable like her." Xia Chan nodded in agreement.

　　After finishing the meal, Xia Chan carried the bowls and chopsticks and wobbled away. Her steps were a bit unsteady, but fortunately, she didn't fall.

　　Yun Miao tried to help her several times, but he was under the Body-Restraint and Soul-Eating Curse and couldn't cross the threshold of the back room.

　　He let out a sigh, turned his head to look at his master's coffin, his expression a bit gloomy, and muttered.

　　"What would you do?"

　　In the gloomy back room, Yun Miao sat upright and began to recite the Heart-Calming Mantra again.

　　"Still the heart, still the heart, still the heart, do nothing, have no cause, have no..."

　　He looked a bit pained.

　　He just couldn't bring himself to recite the last "have no thoughts".

　　His heart was in turmoil.