Immortal Me Can Infinitely Add Points For Myself

　　The matter of the Lord of the Forbidden Zone actually brought an unexpected delight to the Fisherman.

　　Since Chen Xia had come to inquire, it meant that Chen Xia probably didn't know about the life-prolonging medicine yet and was only concerned about being given to the Lord of the Forbidden Zone.

　　This was quite a good thing for the Fisherman. Given Chen Xia's previous reactions, the Fisherman had once thought that Chen Xia had discovered some signs, and thus he had been rather upset.

　　Unexpectedly, Chen Xia had only found out about this matter. That was a relief.

　　The Fisherman relaxed, putting aside his suspicions.

　　But in fact, Chen Xia also had the intention of making the Fisherman lower his guard when he came to see him.

　　In this regard, the Fisherman was on the first level, while Chen Xia was on the third level.

　　In terms of strategy, Chen Xia's unconventional approach had truly caught the Fisherman off guard.

　　It proved that age might make one experienced, but intelligence didn't necessarily improve with age.

　　One could still be deceived.

　　Later, the Fisherman even sent Chen Xia a meeting gift of ten thousand spirit stones.

　　This made Chen Xia extremely happy.

　　Although he had never intended to pay back the one hundred and twenty thousand spirit stones, having that debt hanging over him always felt a bit uncomfortable.

　　Now that the Fisherman didn't want him to pay it back and even gave him a ten thousand spirit stones meeting gift.

　　It was like picking up sesame seeds and then a watermelon.

　　All the good things were coming his way.

　　Sure enough, polite men always had good luck.

　　Chen Xia was very pleased. For a while, a cheerful atmosphere filled his cave abode. Even when playing chess with the big yellow dog these days, he was in a much better mood.

　　At the start of the game, instead of moving the horse, he moved the cannon.

　　While moving the cannon, Chen Xia muttered to himself.

　　"Fire the cannon whenever you can. I'll never regret my youth!"

　　Gradually, the big yellow dog started to imitate him, chanting it every day. Chess-playing was no longer called chess-playing but something like "firing…"

　　Fortunately, Chen Xia's ideas were so advanced that the cultivators in the Azure Sky Sword Sea couldn't understand, so they just let it be as if nothing had happened.

　　Finally, Chen Xia's cave abode became lively. Besides the big yellow dog, Zhang Daoming and Pan Dadao would also come to visit occasionally.

　　Most of the time, Zhang Daoming came to discuss matters related to the Alchemy Dao Association, saying how many cultivators there were in the association now, how many spirit stones had been earned, and asking Chen Xia to get ready to refine dao pills.

　　"Do I need to prepare to refine pills?" Chen Xia asked rhetorically.

　　Zhang Daoming was taken aback for a moment and then nodded, "True."

　　Judging from Chen Xia's pill-refining techniques and process, he really didn't need much preparation.

　　After a moment of silence between them, Zhang Daoming suddenly asked, "Can you drink?"

　　"Yes, but I don't." Chen Xia replied.

　　"Have some?" Zhang Daoming extended his hand, holding an unopened wine pot.

　　"Okay." Chen Xia didn't refuse. He took the wine pot, brought out a teacup, and started to pour.

　　There were always some things in the world that one had to try, like wine.

　　After that, whenever Zhang Daoming came to the cave abode, he came to drink with Chen Xia. And it seemed that he had some concerns, as he drank more and more often.

　　Zhang Daoming didn't say, and Chen Xia didn't ask. He just accompanied him to drink.

　　It was just a bit annoying sometimes. For example, when Chen Xia was playing chess with the big yellow dog, Zhang Daoming, perhaps a bit tipsy, would point and shout from the side.

　　"Move the chariot, move the chariot. Take his king. Hurry up and take it!"

　　"That's my own chariot and my own king." Chen Xia was really speechless.

　　Fortunately, later when Pan Dadao came, Zhang Daoming found a drinking buddy. The two old men drank heartily in Chen Xia's cave abode, turning it into a drinking place.

　　Was it considered lively?

　　Chen Xia tilted his head slightly, thinking as he sat aside.

　　In fact, he also knew that what they were drinking wasn't just wine. How should he put it?

　　Maybe it was the rich flavor of life.

　　———

　　On the one thousand and two hundredth year recorded in Chen Xia's diary.

　　Finally, Chi Yu emerged from seclusion. The three brothers were rarely together, so Chen Xia chose the last day of the year to have a meal together.

　　The Azure Sky Sword Sea had the concept of the New Year, but they didn't care much. They just thought it was another year passed, nothing special.

　　Chen Xia didn't care before either. Now, he was just using it as an excuse to have a meal.

　　But when it came to actually cooking, the three brothers were stumped.

　　Let's not talk about the big yellow dog. It had always eaten natural offerings and had never cooked.

　　Chi Yu was the eldest son of a noble family. He surely had never cooked by himself.

　　That left Chen Xia, who knew a little bit, but he was also troubled. Looking at his iron pot and iron shovel, he shook his head.

　　"I'm good at refining pills, but cooking is a bit difficult."

　　Previously, when he cooked outdoors, it was just at an edible level.

　　The three brothers stared at each other, none of them capable.

　　So Chen Xia invited Zhang Daoming, thinking that this old man should know how.

　　Zhang Daoming patted his chest and laughed, "Although I haven't cooked for years, I learned a few tricks when I was young. Leave it to me."

　　Chen Xia was relieved and also invited Pan Dadao, but Pan Dadao declined due to some matters. Chen Xia didn't ask further.

　　Zhang Daoming got busy, and the three brothers waited aside, looking like starving cubs.

　　The Azure Sky Sword Sea had the concept of gourmet food, but like the New Year, they didn't pay much attention.

　　They were all people who had long achieved the state of Bigu, nourishing themselves with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and pills.

　　You couldn't possibly braise pills, could you?!

　　So the cultivators didn't care much about gourmet food. They only ate occasionally or when there were some highly nourishing ingredients that could be cooked.

　　Therefore, there were really few people in the Azure Sky Sword Sea who could cook.

　　Zhang Daoming was an exception. After an hour, he prepared a table of dishes. The few people gathered around, but when they saw the food on the table, they didn't move their chopsticks.

　　"Ha ha, I'm a bit rusty after not cooking for a thousand years." Zhang Daoming laughed.

　　Chen Xia frowned, "Old Zhang, are you on some mission to wipe us all out?"

　　"Indeed." The big yellow dog chimed in.

　　Chi Yu didn't say anything. He believed in learning through practice, so he started to move his chopsticks, picked up a piece of three-thousand-year-old starry sky fish meat, and put it in his mouth to chew.

　　"What's the taste?" Chen Xia asked curiously.

　　"Delicious." Chi Yu replied expressionlessly.

　　Chen Xia frowned, a bit puzzled. He picked up a piece and put it in his mouth to chew. After a moment, he gave Chi Yu a deep look, then turned his head and happened to meet the curious eyes of the big yellow dog.

　　"Delicious."

　　Chen Xia also said.

　　The big yellow dog couldn't wait any longer. He picked up a big chunk and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing vigorously.

　　"Ugh…ugh…"

　　Suddenly, the big yellow dog lowered his head and started to vomit on the ground.

　　Chen Xia and Chi Yu also spat out the fish meat at the same time and launched a fierce criticism at Zhang Daoming.

　　"Look, even the dog can't stand it!"

　　"Ugh…indeed." The big yellow dog still didn't forget to chime in.

　　Zhang Daoming touched his cheek, a bit embarrassed, "I'm a bit rusty after not cooking for so long."

　　"You call this a bit rusty? What you made tastes worse than shit." Chen Xia launched another fierce criticism.

　　"Hey." The big yellow dog suddenly looked up, "I disagree. It doesn't taste as good as shit."

　　If someone else had said this, Chen Xia might have retorted, but since it was the big yellow dog, it was okay.

　　The few people were noisy, and the candlelight flickered.

　　The big yellow dog really couldn't eat it, so he cooked three dishes and a soup for them overnight.

　　The few people gathered, shadows and people overlapping, all kinds of people.

　　Chen Xia picked up a mouthful of food with a smile and put it in his mouth.

　　Full of the flavor of human kindness.