Benefactor Chen Surely Can't Be Wrong

　　When people are bored, they can indeed do peculiar things.　　Take Chen Xia for example.　　After he studied automated herb farming, he planned to develop automated alchemy.　　Mainly, it involved setting up the alchemy furnace and fire, putting the herbs inside, and cultivating their self-awareness so that they would refine themselves.　　Zhang Daoming, hearing this idea, was first stunned, then sighed, feeling that he really couldn't understand the thoughts of young people anymore.　　Of course, it might just be that he couldn't understand Chen Xia's thoughts.　　Chen Xia's idea ultimately didn't succeed and was abandoned after two years of experimentation.　　He wasn't serious about it; he was just playing around while continuing to study some basic divine techniques and the Mystic Dao Chapter.　　There wasn't much to say about the basic divine techniques, which were the five elements techniques. With Chen Xia's current Inversion Sea realm strength, a glance was enough to master them.　　After the basics came advanced methods, such as lightning techniques, time techniques, and space techniques.　　These weren't difficult for Chen Xia either. He could grasp them thoroughly, though there might be some confusion at first, but with time, he would slowly understand.　　Within a few years, Chen Xia could control basic lightning techniques skillfully, using them in practice to develop:　　The light bulb.　　A large light bulb hung at the door, powered by lightning techniques, far brighter than lanterns.　　Perhaps finding the light bulb not trendy enough, Chen Xia made improvements and upgraded it to colored lights.　　Colorful lights hung at the door, shining with strange light.　　When Zhang Daoming saw them for the first time, his mouth dropped open, looking dazed.　　"Beautiful, right?" Chen Xia asked with a light laugh.　　Zhang Daoming paused, then looked at Chen Xia meaningfully, sighing in reply.　　"I'm nearly dead, but you don't have to be so eager to let me experience the underworld, do you?"　　"No problem, just get used to it. When you die later, you'll be ahead of others," Chen Xia said with a smile, fully demonstrating his gentle nature.　　Zhang Daoming sighed, saying nothing more.　　Thus, every night in the lower realm, one could see strange lights.　　Rumors even spread that Chen Xia was a living Yama, otherwise how could he have a Quasi-Emperor backing him?　　As for that old man, he should be one of the Ox-Head or Horse-Face, perhaps even a combination, called Niuma.　　Many speculations circulated, but none could be unified, serving only as idle chatter.　　Over the years, several major sects from the middle realm came down specifically to seek Chen Xia's help.　　The reason was simple: alchemy.　　But these were requests for Chen Xia to refine great medicines!　　While Chen Xia could refine, he didn't want to, even if these sects offered high prices. He still refused, simply not wanting to refine.　　These sects had no choice since Chen Xia was the only alchemy master in the lower and middle realms, monopolizing the field.　　So, they dared not show any disrespect. Even if Chen Xia didn't want to refine, they still had to send gifts properly.　　Chen Xia didn't feel obligated to accept gifts. In the past, in Heavenly Sword Sea, he accepted because he was poor.　　But now, he didn't know how to spend his money, with piles of treasures and elixirs stored away. So, Chen Xia would return elixirs as gifts.　　And the value of these elixirs wouldn't be less than the gifts sent by cultivators, sometimes even higher.　　Over time, Chen Xia's reputation changed.　　Titles like generous, philanthropist, and grandmaster were freely bestowed upon him.　　Indeed, Chen Xia was too generous, giving away high-grade spirit medicines and Dao medicines casually.　　It became impossible not to support Chen Xia.　　This led to some sects questioning if Chen Xia was truly that generous, suspecting bought rumors.　　More sects came under the guise of seeking help, sending gifts but hoping Chen Xia would give them elixirs.　　Practice makes perfect.　　After practical experience, they found that Chen Xia really did give elixirs.　　This was far more cost-effective than buying them.　　The elixirs Chen Xia gave were either rare high-grade spirit medicines or valuable low-grade Dao medicines, worth more than the gifts they sent.　　Over thirty years, hundreds of sects benefited from Chen Xia.　　His reputation improved mysteriously, with praises echoing throughout the middle realm.　　Titles like Great Benefactor, Living Bodhisattva, and Master Chen abounded.　　Past negative impressions were also reversed.　　Was it Chen Xia's fault for beating Wang He of Jia Mu Mountain?　　Definitely not.　　Wang He deserved it.　　Looking like someone who needed a beating, he wandered in front of Master Chen, getting what he deserved.　　Even if Chen Xia had 1% responsibility, didn't Wang He have 99%?　　As for Qin Guan of Triumph Mountain, he deserved it even more for showing off in front of Master Chen.　　Of course, they wouldn't dare say this in front of Qin Guan, keeping it hidden.　　But eventually, these words reached Qin Guan's ears.　　"Absurd! Are people really talking like this outside?!" Qin Guan punched the stone table before him, breaking it, his face furious.　　A woman in cicada silk glanced at him lightly, shaking her head. "No matter what, the table is fine. Shouldn't you look for problems within yourself?"　　"Me?!" Qin Guan pointed at himself, incredulous. "I am the sole successor of Triumph Mountain, a peer of Emperors, a top existence among the younger generation in the middle realm. What problems could I have?!"　　"But the other side is an alchemy master," the woman replied, delivering a fatal blow with those words.　　Qin Guan fell silent, choked up, unable to speak for a long time. Then he punched the stone table again, gritting his teeth in anger.　　"I am the sole successor of Triumph Mountain, a peer of Emperors, and may even ascend to the upper realm, achieving Heaven Mending realm, or even Half-Saint, Saint..."　　"But he is already an alchemy master," the woman coldly replied.　　"Ah!" Qin Guan shattered the stone table with a punch, standing up, teeth clenched.　　The woman glanced at him again, disdain evident in her eyes. She hadn't expected the sect she was sent to assist to be like this.　　She was quite disappointed.　　As for Triumph Mountain's goal of unifying the middle realm, it seemed laughable to her.　　A sect whose strongest combatant was only at Heaven Mending fifth heaven, what qualification did it have to talk about unifying the middle realm?　　Some powerful upper realm sects wouldn't dare say such things.　　Triumph Mountain's elder was probably mentally unstable.　　Regarding the Chen Xia mentioned by cultivators, the woman had heard of him. His status as an alchemy master wasn't the most important part.　　What mattered was having a Quasi-Emperor backing him.　　Even Li Guang and a Half-Saint ancestor perished due to harming Chen Xia, not to mention the middle realm sects.　　Though there were rumors that the Quasi-Emperor had left the realm, there was no guarantee when he would return.　　If Triumph Mountain still thought of provoking Chen Xia, the woman would immediately distance herself.　　Asked about it, she would deny knowing him.　　"Yes, exactly," the woman nodded heavily.