Where Is the Medicine Planted by Threats

　　Li Yue left quietly, just as she had arrived.　　Chen Xia watched quietly but did nothing.　　He didn't really enjoy solitude.　　But he also disliked farewells.　　Especially farewells that meant never seeing each other again.　　Just as the saying goes...　　...　　What was that saying? Chen Xia couldn't quite remember. It wasn't a nice saying anyway. He seldom thought about it in detail, scratching his head and looking at the now "lively" Dead Star Field with satisfaction.　　These dead stars were all taken... uh, borrowed by him from various parts of the star field. He had almost gathered all the dead stars within the entire star field.　　And there was a rumor that when seven dead stars gathered together, they could summon Chen Xia.　　Hmm...　　Indeed, this rumor was spread by Chen Xia himself.　　Moreover, there weren't just seven dead stars in the Dead Star Field; there were now over a hundred.　　Almost all the dead stars in the entire star field were here.　　Originally, these were things no one wanted, so Chen Xia brought them back without expending any effort.　　However, as the number of dead stars in the Dead Star Field increased, another problem naturally arose.　　There were fewer dead stars outside.　　Which meant Chen Xia had no more dead stars to bring back.　　That wasn't good.　　He sat cross-legged on the largest dead star, tapping his head, pondering.　　The number of dead stars in the entire star field was finite, but in the Greater Universe, there were many star fields, and dead stars were continuously forming, making them practically infinite.　　What Chen Xia needed to do now was figure out how to get dead stars from other star fields.　　How?　　He looked up at the vast sky, somewhat troubled.　　Since White Emperor could cross star fields to fetch swords from the Azure Heaven Sword Sea, it proved that the barriers between star fields weren't insurmountable.　　After all, if even celestial swords could be taken away, let alone a few dead stars.　　The question was how Chen Xia could go to other star fields.　　Cross-dimensional techniques were mentioned in the Azure Heaven Sword Sea, stating that after reaching the Near-Saint realm, one could barely cross dimensions, but their power would be suppressed by the universe, making it very uncomfortable.　　Therefore, Near-Saints generally wouldn't cross into other star fields.　　Once one reached the Great Sage or Near-Emperor realms, such restrictions disappeared, allowing for stable dimension crossing.　　But Chen Xia was definitely not a Near-Emperor, nor even a Near-Saint, so crossing dimensions was out of the question.　　Apart from crossing dimensions, there was another method to connect with other star fields.　　Attraction.　　Using the vast Dead Star Field to attract nearby dead stars from adjacent star fields.　　Hmm...　　Wasn't this considered stealing?　　But then again, they were things no one wanted.　　Thinking this, Chen Xia began preparing for the attraction.　　There were two key points.　　First, the attraction force had to be strong, meaning the Dead Star Field had to be large enough.　　With the entire star field's power gathered in Chen Xia's Dead Star Field, this wasn't an issue.　　Secondly, he needed to create an array eye using a million spirit stones, embedded across the Dead Star Field. The array eye consisted of three parts, each capable of connecting while remaining separate, united yet incomplete, forming one array yet becoming three...　　"F*ck."　　Chen Xia tapped his head again, finding it increasingly confusing, like going from 1+1 to asking the meaning of life in a second.　　In short, the conditions were quite stringent.　　A million spirit stones were manageable; Chen Xia could borrow them from different sects, needing only a hundred sects to lend ten thousand spirit stones each.　　He had an unparalleled understanding of borrowing money.　　To put it bluntly,　　Even Emperors were inferior to him in this regard.　　Although Emperors wouldn't borrow money, they were indeed inferior to Chen Xia.　　Chen Xia's principle was that borrowed spirit stones didn't necessarily have to be repaid with spirit stones or even repaid at all.　　True to form.　　Stretching lazily, Chen Xia stood up from the dead star, snapping his fingers, causing the dead star to open a path. A million spirits knelt beside it, respectfully sending Chen Xia off.　　His mission: to borrow money.　　———　　Within the domain.　　Wang Yangzi became increasingly uneasy after hearing about Chen Xia and felt the need to have a proper conversation with him.　　However, when he went to Zhang Daoming's small hut, he was told Chen Xia was in seclusion.　　Wang Yangzi sighed, hands behind his back, and started chatting with Zhang Daoming.　　"What do you think of Chen Xia?"　　Zhang Daoming replied excitedly, "He's a good person, just sometimes a bit impulsive."　　Wang Yangzi's eyes twitched, "Impulsiveness is not good; it can easily lead to conflicts."　　"Yes," Zhang Daoming agreed, unable to resist elaborating.　　"Chen Xia indeed causes a lot of conflicts. When I first met him, he had already been in many fights with powerful figures."　　"It got worse later. He borrowed three hundred thousand spirit stones, killed a prodigy disciple, served five hundred years in prison, fought elders, and ended up clashing with the Grand Elders."　　Zhang Daoming smiled proudly, nodding.　　"Though he fights, borrows money, and kills fellow disciples, I know he has always been a good cultivator."　　Wang Yangzi opened his mouth, unsure how to respond, dry-laughing and changing the subject.　　"Your medicinal field looks great. How do you maintain it? How often do you use spiritual medicines?"　　"Ah?" Zhang Daoming scratched his head, smiling awkwardly, "Actually, Chen Xia manages the field, and I don't think he uses any spiritual medicines."　　"This..." Wang Yangzi paused, laughing, "So maybe it's fertilizer and water? Quite traditional cultivation methods."　　"In fact, not even those," Zhang Daoming shook his head.　　"Oh, then how does it grow? Is it some magical technique or something unknown?" Wang Yangzi showed interest.　　Zhang Daoming still shook his head, stepping forward, smiling, "Let me show you; it's quite magical."　　Wang Yangzi waited eagerly to see what method could impress even a cultivator.　　Zhang Daoming faced the entire medicinal field, cleared his throat, and shouted in an old voice,　　"If you don't grow faster, once Chen Xia returns, your lives won't be spared!"　　After a brief silence, the herbs visibly grew taller.　　Zhang Daoming grinned, turning to Wang Yangzi, "Pretty magical, right?"　　Wang Yangzi's mouth slightly opened, eyes widening. In over ten thousand years of cultivation, he had never seen anything like this.　　Who grows herbs by threatening them?　　How terrifying must Chen Xia be?　　Can words make herbs grow?