Probably Everyone Fell Silent

　　There is often a saying in the world about having a child in one's old age.　　This is a great joy and also an affirmation of one's abilities.　　Zhen Hu never expected that he would encounter an even greater joy than this.　　Finding a father in his old age!　　And it wasn't just a father for himself. This was the father of the entire Starry Sky Elixir Gate!　　Half a Great Pill, a Yin - Yang Separation Fire Pill worth at least 150,000 spirit stones, was given away so casually.　　This could only prove that Chen Xia really didn't care about this half Great Pill.　　After witnessing Chen Xia's effortless pill - refining method, it was hard to imagine that he would care.　　It was just a matter of stir - frying, tossing, and snapping his fingers.　　The only thing related to pill - refining was the medicinal materials.　　However, there was a doubt that Zhen Hu just couldn't figure out. Although the medicinal materials were sufficient to refine a top - grade Dao pill, they were not enough to support the refinement of a half Great Pill - level Yin - Yang Skyfire Pill.　　There was a lack of some quantity and crucial medicinal materials.　　But Chen Xia had still managed to refine it, which left Zhen Hu quite puzzled.　　Logically speaking, this was impossible, right?　　He carefully recalled the steps of Chen Xia's pill - refining process. Suddenly, his thoughts became clear, and everything seemed to make perfect sense.　　So what if there was a lack of some quantity and medicinal materials? Chen Xia didn't even use a cauldron for pill - refining. What did a shortage of some medicinal materials matter?　　Could a shortage of some medicinal materials prevent the formation of a pill?　　Zhen Hu felt that he couldn't measure Chen Xia's techniques with old - fashioned thinking. He needed to broaden his horizons.　　He put away the half Great Pill in his hand, adjusted his clothes, and his expression changed from slightly haughty at first to solemn, with a touch of restraint.　　He cupped his hands towards Chen Xia, opened his mouth, and there seemed to be a bit of confusion in his eyes, but it quickly turned firm. He bent down and said in a deep voice,　　"Brother!"　　This was the highest recognition from the cultivators in the realm for Chen Xia.　　"Father!"　　Suddenly, another voice rang out. Bai Jie rushed over quickly and shouted loudly.　　Zhen Hu cast a deep glance at Bai Jie, twitched the corners of his mouth, and said nothing.　　Bai Jie had completely stolen his limelight. He had no sense of propriety at all.　　"Father, you've been working hard all day. Let your son rub your shoulders for you," Bai Jie said.　　After saying that, Bai Jie was about to step forward to rub Chen Xia's shoulders, with an extremely eager and enthusiastic expression.　　Chen Xia shook his head and refused, "No need to rub my shoulders. Since everything is settled, send me back. I'm still in a hurry to have dinner."　　"Father, you're being too polite. I'll cook dinner for you. Even if you want to eat an ancient species, I'll hunt one down for you today!" Bai Jie said eagerly, patting his chest.　　"Aren't you an ancient species?" Chen Xia asked curiously.　　Bai Jie was stunned. After thinking for a moment, he whispered to Chen Xia, "I'm a white colt. I don't taste good. How about I find you an ancient species of flying bird? Their meat is tender."　　"Forget it. I don't have such hobbies. Eating some wild beasts without much intelligence is fine. I'm still a bit uncomfortable eating creatures like you who can transform," Chen Xia shook his head.　　"You're really insightful!" Bai Jie quickly gave a thumbs - up and boasted with a big laugh.　　Chen Xia yawned, feeling a bit bored. He waved his hand and said, "Just send me back."　　"Okay," Bai Jie quickly nodded. Just as he was about to speak, his head was suddenly grabbed by a hand. He glanced sideways and saw that it was Zhen Hu. He didn't dare to move at all and asked in confusion,　　"Sect Master?"　　"Get out of the way," Zhen Hu snorted. With a flick of his hand, he threw Bai Jie aside. Then, with a turn of his sleeve robe, a warm and friendly smile instantly appeared on his face as he stretched out his hand and said,　　"Sir, let me send you back. Bai Jie is still too young and not very sensible."　　"Hmm, whatever," Chen Xia said indifferently. He was quite satisfied with the local customs and folkways of the realm.　　Zhen Hu raised his hand high, gave a strong wave, and shouted, "Set out!"　　In the Starry Sky Elixir Gate, more than ten thousand - foot flying shuttles suddenly rose into the air and hovered. This was a formation that was only mobilized when the Starry Sky Elixir Gate was at war with other sects.　　But now, it was just to send Chen Xia home.　　Today, the Starry Sky Elixir Gate launched a vast formation. More than ten thousand - foot flying shuttles set out in a mighty manner, giving the impression of blotting out the sky and covering the sun.　　The surrounding large and small sects were extremely panicked. They wondered if the Starry Sky Elixir Gate was going to settle accounts with them all.　　Fortunately, that wasn't the case.　　The more than ten flying shuttles of the Starry Sky Elixir Gate all headed towards the lower tier of the realm.　　The cultivators who witnessed this were quite confused.　　Had the sects in the lower tier of the realm offended the Starry Sky Elixir Gate? Was it really necessary to deploy such a formation?　　What was the difference between this and using a cannon to kill a mosquito?　　Not only the cultivators in the middle tier of the realm couldn't understand, but those in the lower tier were even more confused. Clearly, when Chen Xia left in the morning, there was only one flying shuttle.　　But in the afternoon, there were more than ten of them?　　Had Chen Xia killed their Sect Master?　　Judging by this formation, it seemed that they were going to flatten the lower tier.　　But the Lord of the Forbidden Zone would definitely not allow this. Weren't the people of the Starry Sky Elixir Gate afraid of incurring the wrath of the Lord of the Forbidden Zone by acting like this?　　The cultivators in the lower tier were very puzzled. And the cultivators near Chen Xia's house were even more terrified, worrying that they would be the first to die.　　Zhang Daoming was sitting at the door, holding a wine flask. He stared blankly at the more than ten flying shuttles hovering above his head. Then he put down the wine flask in his hand, sniffed, raised his hands high, and shouted loudly,　　"I surrender!"　　"What the hell are you surrendering for?" Chen Xia's voice came. Then, under Zhang Daoming's confused gaze, he walked out of the leading flying shuttle and added,　　"I'm just coming back for dinner."　　"Oh..." Zhang Daoming opened his mouth, but no words came out.　　The reversal was just too great. He couldn't accept it all at once.　　Chen Xia walked slowly. Behind him were the Sect Master of the Starry Sky Elixir Gate and Bai Jie. They stopped in front of Zhang Daoming.　　"Hello, hello," Zhen Hu greeted Zhang Daoming warmly.　　"Hello," Zhang Daoming replied enthusiastically. Then he asked in confusion, "Who are you?"　　"Just call him Xiaohu," Chen Xia said from the side.　　Zhang Daoming nodded. He thought this Xiaohu must be a pill - refiner in the Starry Sky Elixir Gate. He didn't know exactly who it was. He didn't know much about the Starry Sky Elixir Gate. The person with the highest status he had known before was that middle - aged cultivator at the Mountain - Moving Realm.　　So he smiled and said, "Then I'll take the liberty to call you Xiaohu."　　"Sure, sure, sure," Zhen Hu nodded. He didn't dare to put on any airs towards the person introduced by Chen Xia. After all, the half Great Pill in his pocket felt so heavy.　　He then asked, "What should I call you?"　　"Zhang Daoming. Just call me Lao Zhang. I don't have much ability. I'm just a spirit - medicine refiner. I probably can't even be considered a top - grade one. I'm just a middle - grade spirit - medicine refiner," Zhang Daoming said.　　"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter," Zhen Hu replied with a smile and a nod. As long as there was this monster Chen Xia around, no matter who Zhang Daoming was, he had to treat him with respect.　　Even if Zhang Daoming were a dog, he would have to smile and bark like a dog to communicate.　　This was Zhen Hu's determination.　　And then, very quickly.　　The door of the house opened.　　Out came a big yellow dog, limping along with a walking stick.　　Dead silence.　　The scene was completely quiet.