Song Qian had no words, staring blankly at Chen Xia. After a while, she nodded with a bitter expression and whispered back.
"Mm."
Chen Xia was right. Even without the Great Song, he could be the grand master of other dynasties, or even more than just a grand master.
As long as he wished, he could be any identity in this world.
Chen Xia stretched and turned his head to look out the window again. The scattered scenery kept passing by, a sensation he enjoyed.
Song Qian did not disturb him further, bowed to Chen Xia, turned and retreated, closing the door behind her.
The procession of carriages, consisting of three thousand people, bore the royal standard, erecting the most prestigious five-clawed golden dragon sign.
This was equivalent to the emperor's entourage, and within three kilometers of the broad official road, no one was allowed to approach.
There were guards from the patrol department at the front, who had long begun to disperse other convoys and crowds on the road, clearing the way for Chen Xia's carriage procession.
In addition, the logistics for the three thousand people were arranged as if the emperor was traveling, even more extravagant than the emperor's own journey.
The food in the convoy, whether Chen Xia ate or not, was all the freshest. If there was the slightest imperfection, even if it was just a dull luster, it was directly discarded and replaced by other station personnel who rushed at a speed of eight hundred li to bring more.
There was even a special ice room to store food, and the convoy was accompanied by many renowned national chefs.
As soon as it was time for meals, the national chefs would start cooking, regardless of whether Chen Xia ate or not. The dishes were prepared first, and as soon as Chen Xia asked for them, they would be served immediately.
However, awkwardly, Chen Xia had not asked for a meal these past two days.
The chefs' dishes went cold and could only be reheated for the other accompanying guards to eat.
This allowed the accompanying guards to indulge in a feast, and they all silently thanked Grand Master Chen in their hearts.
In addition to this, the convoy also had beauties and fine wines, always ready to serve Chen Xia.
But Chen Xia did not call for them; he was now sitting in the carriage, thinking to himself.
The higher he climbed and the stronger he became, the more he could feel the terror of the hand that destroyed the city when he first arrived.
Perhaps that's what a great emperor-level figure is like.
After all, even if Chen Xia maxed out his strength to 35, he did not have such a terrifying power. He could destroy a city, but not to the extent of a single palm destroying a city.
Moreover, the owner of that great hand might have been suppressed by the heavenly dao of this world.
Chen Xia sat up and roughly estimated that when his strength was in the range of 1000-1200, he could casually palm-kill a city at will.
Using the simplest conversion method.
Assuming a city is thirty kilometers in size.
His current strength of 35, fully unleashed, could create a crater three kilometers in diameter, ten times smaller than the size of a city.
So at least 350 points of strength were needed to destroy a city with a single punch.
To reach the level of casualness, tripling the power is not excessive, after all, there is a big difference between exerting full strength and doing it casually.
So, roughly converting, when Chen Xia's strength reaches 1000-1200 points, he could match that great hand.
Converting it further, it would be a matter of about a thousand years, long or not long, depends on how one sees it.
If Chen Xia did not want to deal with the outside world, he could choose to close himself in meditation, adding thousands or tens of thousands of points before going to the myriad worlds.
This was also the safest method.
After all, some of the immortals outside were too powerful, and there were even great emperors, with various divine powers and techniques that were unfathomable.
Chen Xia exhaled, not in a hurry, and took his time. At least there was no existence in this world that could threaten him, just as he had said himself.
Even if he were an ant, he would be the biggest one.
The carriage procession continued to move forward, and officials from various states along the way would rush over, after obtaining permission from the clearing guards, they would kneel on both sides of the official road with their subordinate officials, and respectfully shout.
"I have seen the immortal!"
Chen Xia had no intention of responding, preferring the days when he was a constable in Wei Xi Town.
As the town's top constable for four consecutive years, he had not少吃了老李家的西瓜, especially on summer nights, when he had nothing to do, he would go and get one to eat.
People passing by who were thirsty would pick a melon to eat, it was not considered stealing.
The main concern was the melon-eating pests.
The boy in the melon field would take a steel fork to stab at the pests, but not every time could he stab one, sometimes he would damage the watermelons.
Chen Xia would then walk over with a smile, holding the unfinished watermelon, confiscating the boy's steel fork.
He would then sell it to the newly-arrived blacksmith in the village.
He didn't earn much silver, but it was mainly for fun.
Later, the boy's family stopped growing melons and started selling steel forks instead. Chen Xia went to support them several times, buying various sizes of steel forks to collect at home.
Later, the boy's family made money and moved to the city.
He himself became an immortal.
All old stories.
But they were interesting to recall.
Chen Xia smiled with nostalgia for those summers.
After becoming an immortal and entering the cultivation world, he saw much less of the human scenery.
Perhaps this is also the reason why cultivators cultivate strength but rarely cultivate the mind.
After all, with fewer people and things encountered, less seen, and even fewer experiences, by the time one comes out of seclusion, they are already a lofty immortal, judging everything purely by strength.
While there's nothing wrong with this, Chen Xia always felt something was missing.
Perhaps it was manners.
After all, he was a very polite person; if he had an appointment to kill someone, he would prepare a wreath the day before.
Then he would serve a bowl of rice and stick three incense sticks in it.
When killing, he tried his best not to get blood on his hands.
Don't ask why.
Because elegance never goes out of style.
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The carriage carrying the immortal will arrive tomorrow morning!
This news spread throughout the capital within half an hour, even three-year-old children knew that the immortal grand master was coming to the capital.
The common people were relatively calm, although excited and surprised, they did not panic.
But the officials were completely panicked, not daring to sleep, sorting out the affairs of the city overnight, dividing various areas.
And it was stipulated that only one person per household was allowed out, the streets must not be crowded, and they must be kept clean and tidy, all the people must wear their newest clothes, and kneel and kowtow upon seeing the grand master.
These rules were communicated by the officials and patrollers of the capital, knocking on every door, asking residents to strictly follow them.
They must present a capital where everyone is happy and content.
And it's not only the officials who couldn't sleep, the emperor couldn't sleep either, tossing and turning in bed, constantly thinking about how to talk to the grand master tomorrow, how to please the grand master.
He always felt unprepared, lacking something, but couldn't think of what was missing.
But time didn't care, as the sun rose, morning came.
It was time for the morning court.
The emperor got up in a hurry, not feeling sleepy at all despite not sleeping all night, and quickly had his maids dress him, preparing for the court.
The carriage carrying Chen Xia finally entered the capital, with the heavy sound of horse hooves, escorted by the imperial guard, walking alone on the official road.
Around were people kowtowing and shouting the name of the grand master.
Chen Xia was lying in the carriage, sleeping, using the dragon qi to isolate the surrounding sounds, equivalent to hearing nothing.
He was slowly heading towards the imperial city.
On the court, civil and military officials had arrived early, including the emperor who was sitting calmly, but no one was speaking, looking forward to the outside of the grand hall.
They were all waiting for one person.
"The princess has arrived!"
The eunuch outside shouted loudly.
Song Qian, dressed in a luxurious yellow robe, walked into the court with a steady pace and a heroic aura on her face.
The emperor hurriedly asked, "Sister, hasn't the grand master arrived yet?"
"Should be here any moment now," Song Qian replied, walked to her official position, and stood by, waiting for the court to begin.
Everyone was ready and waiting.
Chen Xia was still sleeping.
"Grand master, it's time for the court, grand master!"
The guard outside the sedan chair anxiously shouted, but saw no sign of Chen Xia emerging, and did not dare to directly enter the carriage.
They were really worried.
"How about we carry the grand master up?"
One guard suggested.
This suggestion was quickly approved.
So dozens of guards carried the huge sedan chair, climbing hundreds of steps, and entered the court.
"Grand master has arrived!"
The door-keeping eunuch shouted loudly.
The civil and military officials in the court quickly tidied up and braced themselves.
In came a huge sedan chair.
The emperor was stunned, and after a while, he asked.
"Grand master... where is Grand master Chen?"
The guards pointed at the sedan chair, not daring to speak.
Meaning that Grand master Chen was inside the sedan chair, refusing to come out.
"Did you disrespect the grand master?" The emperor glared, questioning.
The guards panicked, shaking their heads and waving their hands, one of them explained.
"We said we were coming to see Your Majesty, but Grand master Chen still refused to come out."
"Idiots!" The emperor scolded, "How could you say you were coming to see me? It should be me coming to see the grand master!"
All civil and military officials fell silent.
After scolding, the emperor hurriedly walked down, respectfully made a fist outside the sedan chair, and sincerely said.
"I, Song Wei, seek an audience with the grand master!"
There was still no movement inside the sedan chair.
Song Wei's expression became nervous, his waist lowered further, and he continued in a respectful tone.
"If the grand master has any dissatisfaction, he can tell me in detail, and I will do my best to correct it!"
There was still no movement inside the sedan chair, an unusual silence.
The atmosphere in the court became tense, Song Wei stood with his fist clenched and waist bent at the entrance of the sedan chair, beads of sweat on his forehead, fearing that his words would provoke Chen Xia's displeasure.
After a quarter of an hour.
A sound slowly came from inside the sedan chair, the door was slowly opened.
A lazy figure in a green robe crawled out, frowned and looked around, then at the figure standing in front of him with his fist clenched and waist bent, and asked in confusion.
"Who are you?"
The emperor saw his chance and quickly bowed again, replying in a respectful tone.
"I am a loyal supporter of the grand master, Emperor Song Wei of the Great Song."
His words had already placed Chen Xia first.
Chen Xia nodded and praised, "Not bad, very polite."
Song Wei said in a solemn tone, seriously, "This is how we should treat the grand master; the grand master is the parent who gave birth to our Great Song again!"
Chen Xia casually looked around the court hall and casually made a joke, "So, I'm your father?"
The expressions of the civil and military officials suddenly became tense, after all, this was a heavy question concerning the late emperor.
The old ministers hoped that the emperor could be a bit more assertive and not so submissive in front of the immortal.
The new ministers hoped that the emperor could bear it and not conflict with the immortal because of this sentence; it was like hitting a rock with an egg, just含糊地treat it as a joke and let it pass.
The court scene was very tense at the moment.
The emperor suddenly raised his head, his eyes burst with sharp light, his expression extremely serious, staring tightly at Chen Xia, swinging his wide sleeves, making a fist and shouting.
"Godfather!"
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Now the old and new ministers were all silent.