Chapter 48 - The Scheme of the Fishing Old Man

Chen Xia on the futon opened his eyes.　　He looked calmly in front of him. It was the old fisherman whose eyes were staring fixedly at him.　　"Why did you come out so soon?" The old fisherman's tone was somewhat worried.　　"Dead." Chen Xia's answer was very calm and brief.　　For a while, the scene was silent.　　The old fisherman frowned. After a long while, he slowly said, "It's all right. Don't worry. I'll go and get some medicine to nourish your divine soul for you."　　"Okay, thank you." Chen Xia nodded politely.　　The old fisherman didn't respond and disappeared on the spot by using the supernatural power of shrinking the ground into an inch.　　Chen Xia sat there, thinking about the old fisherman's fixed stare just now, and his heart couldn't help but skip a beat.　　If the time ratio between here and the small world was 1:100, wouldn't the old fisherman have been staring at him for a year?　　Once this idea emerged, it could no longer be suppressed.　　Chen Xia's heart sounded an alarm, but on the surface, he remained calm and still sat indifferently.　　He waited for three hours.　　The old fisherman's figure flickered out again. He handed over an ancient box and said to Chen Xia with a light smile, "This is the ten - thousand - year - old Pure - Altar Soul Lotus. You can take one petal every half month to nourish your damaged divine soul."　　Chen Xia took it with both hands and looked into the transparent crystal in the middle of the ancient box.　　Inside was a lotus with snow - white stamens and black petals, which also emitted a glistening color, looking like a fairy.　　The old fisherman put his hands behind his back and said softly.　　"Since the path of descending into the heavens is not suitable for you, then change your cultivation method. You can go to the Sword Sea again to forge swords or practice the art of fighting."　　"All right, all right, all right." Chen Xia nodded, but he definitely didn't plan to go in his heart.　　"The benefits of descending into the heavens are not great either. The too - small worlds don't have many opportunities, and the large interfaces are not as good as directly cultivating in the Great Heavens. So don't be discouraged."　　Chen Xia sighed, his expression looking a bit sad. After a long silence, he nodded faintly and said, "I'll try my best."　　It seemed that he had been hit hard.　　He was a very good actor.　　So the old fisherman persuaded him one more time, "The small interfaces are indeed easy to fail halfway. You can use too little power, and the locals are too strong. Failing once is nothing. Don't let it affect your state of mind."　　Chen Xia lowered his head, his expression dim, his left hand tightly grasping his sleeve, and he nodded with a muffled voice.　　"Yeah."　　Seeing him like this, the old fisherman didn't persuade him any more. He shook his head and disappeared in a flash.　　In Chen Xia's lowered head, his eyes flickered and his heart pounded wildly.　　The old fisherman had deceived him.　　When they first met, the old fisherman claimed that he had fished Chen Xia out of the long river of time and had beaten the Time Ancestor.　　But now, from the old fisherman's words, he didn't seem to have noticed Chen Xia's means in time, and really thought that Chen Xia's divine thought had died in the small world.　　If the old fisherman really had great attainments in time, then it was impossible not to have noticed the means left by Chen Xia's divine thought in time.　　These two things were contradictory.　　So there were two possibilities.　　First, the old fisherman had never beaten the Time Ancestor at all and hadn't fished Chen Xia out of the long river of time either. So he didn't know Chen Xia's means in time.　　Second, the old fisherman knew Chen Xia's tricks in time but didn't say it directly and wanted to play along, trying to deceive Chen Xia.　　Chen Xia hoped it was the first possibility. In this way, at least it could show that the old fisherman's strength was not that strong.　　If it was the second possibility, Chen Xia's crisis would be even greater.　　He and the old fisherman were now deceiving each other, seeing who could finally deceive the other completely.　　Undoubtedly, Chen Xia was the weaker side. The power he could use was really limited.　　The old fisherman had the ability to directly break off all pretense.　　But Chen Xia couldn't just quit. He still needed to play his current role well.　　While thinking, Chen Xia glanced at the wooden box on the table again. The Pure - Altar Soul Lotus inside was flickering, blooming with a dark and gorgeous color.　　Chen Xia didn't plan to eat this Soul Lotus. Since he was a child, he had understood one principle: don't eat things given by strangers.　　There were a lot of examples of child abduction.　　He didn't want to be sold by the old fisherman. Now the most important thing was to learn more about the Cangtian Sword Sea, understand the secrets inside, and the reason why the old fisherman deceived him.　　Chen Xia put his hands behind his back, straightened his clothes, adjusted his facial expression, made his expression a bit dejected with some sadness, and then walked out slowly.　　The Cangtian Sword Sea was divided into two parts: the Cangtian and the Sword Sea.　　The flying swords placed across were the places where the cultivators lived.　　The place where Chen Xia lived was the preparatory disciple's house, located at the edge of the upper part of the flying sword, which was the most remote place.　　There were about more than a hundred preparatory disciples living here. Each disciple had his own house and cave for cultivation. If they didn't make an appointment, it was relatively difficult to meet each other on weekdays.　　Chen Xia walked alone on the road made of sword patterns, thinking quietly.　　Outside the disciple's house, walking towards the hilt was a sword forest. It was said that the sword spirits inside were all in the Mahayana realm, so it was not recommended for those below the Mountain - Moving realm to enter.　　Walking towards the sword tip was the sect's Heavenly Book Tower. It was said that it stored all kinds of rare and un - emerged cultivation methods and secret books, and there were even Emperor - level cultivation methods.　　These were the words spoken by other preparatory disciples during their conversations, and Chen Xia happened to hear them. He didn't take them seriously either.　　Chen Xia chose to walk towards the hilt. Near the sword forest, the entrance was an old and wide bronze gate, with many patterns printed on it. But now they were all mottled and hard to understand.　　He just looked at it twice and then turned around and went back. The whole process seemed listless, as if he had been severely hit and just came out to relax.　　Chen Xia sat under his cave, cross - legged on the futon, seemingly dozing off and cultivating.　　"I heard you went out for a walk?" A caring voice suddenly rang out.　　Chen Xia's body trembled, as if he was startled. He quickly opened his eyes. After seeing the old fisherman, he calmed his expression and slowly nodded with sadness.　　"Yeah."　　Although there was only one line in the whole process, the expressions and movements were very rich.　　The old fisherman put his hands behind his back. An amiable smile appeared on his aged face as he comforted.　　"Things in the world are unpredictable. You don't need to be too sad. The small interfaces are indeed not very friendly to outsiders like you. Even if you are killed by others, don't doubt yourself. Your talent is definitely at the Great Emperor level. Don't ruin your Dao heart."　　Chen Xia lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and grabbed his clothes with both hands without speaking.　　The old fisherman asked worriedly again, "Hasn't it affected your Dao heart?"　　"Maybe... probably it has." Chen Xia replied in a low voice, full of lack of self - confidence in his words.　　"Alas." The old fisherman replied helplessly, "Then you should have a good rest and recuperate. I'll think of a way for you again. If your Dao heart is not satisfied, you can also not participate in the entrance election five hundred years later first."　　Chen Xia pursed his lips, full of lack of self - confidence in his words, "I may need to recuperate for a longer time."　　"Yeah, it's okay. If there are flaws in the Dao heart, it takes hundreds of years to recover. Don't worry. With your aptitude, the sect will give you time."　　"How long do you expect? I can report it to the sect leader and can also ask for a divine medicine for you."　　Chen Xia murmured in a muffled voice.　　"First... first let's start with ten thousand years."　　The old fisherman's pupils dilated.　　Are you fucking planning to retire?